Best Shrinkage Poems
My phone is my connection to the world
All my friends text me
Every single day
Influencers tell me what to think, do, and say
Everyone I admire is here with one click
Movies are at my fingertips
From the time I wake up
Until late at night
I'm glued to my phone
Oh what a sight
Momma says," Put away your phone.
You're missing out!"
How can that be
I can see every music video
Medication for when I'm sick
Even clothes to wear
Thats pretty slick
If I have a question
My phone will second guess me
Sends information from across the web
Matches my browsing while I am in bed
Momma says," The influencers are instigators and don't let you think.
All the text messages
Are repeats and stink.
If you want to see the world,
Give it a whirl without your phone.
You might be surprised,
At what you will find!"
I have been told our culture cultivates moral decline
That we live in a time which pushes propaganda of pleasure, sex, and self interest
Our cultural standard of clothing has gone from the scandal of showing your ankle to the norm of displaying your navel
From Victorian coverage head to toe with no skin to show
To a life of spandex skirts and tube top shirts
And I wonder if this new fabric to skin ratio reflects a morally decrepit environment
With the shrinkage of clothes does also go the shrinkage of morality?
With each hem raised are more eyes raised in lust to see it?
With each pair of painted on pants are we painting an image of lustful conquests?
With each new inch of skin are we inching our way to a shameless action of sin?
Or perhaps are we finally finding our path beginning to straighten?
Are we seeing written on the butt of yoga pants a message not of depravity, but of hope?
Could it be that humanity is trying to redeem the invention of clothing at the fall?
Do we feel no shame of nakedness because all lust has left us?
Or have we lost that defense because lust now rules us?
Do our outfits speak of our desire for attention,
Or of our resolve for redemption?
So again I wonder if this new fabric to skin ratio reflects a morally decrepit environment
Or does it give hope to a radically redemptive movement
If we keep tightening pants and lowering tops
Will we be tightening our hold on a life in the pre-fall garden
Or lowering our standards till we've fallen farther than before?
Let us hope the former...
because without clothes,
we'll have no parachute to save us as we fall.
Written: June 26, 2023
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In the realm of creation, where forces collide,
There is a phenomenon that cannot hide.
Shrinkage, a word that holds power untold,
Affects all things, both young and old.
In the dance of shrinkage, cracks appear.
Random patterns, spreading fear.
As materials contract, their strength is tested.
And in their wake, a trail of cracks is manifested.
Skipping lading, a delicate art,
To prevent shrinkage from tearing things apart.
With careful precision, we peen the weld.
Melting the metal and ensuring it's held.
But alas, shrinkage cannot be tamed.
Even in old age, memory is maimed.
Brain Shrinkage, a tragic tale,
Where memories fade and thoughts derail.
As I grow older, I fear the loss.
The shrinking of my mind at such a cost
But in this dance, there may be hope.
To slow the shrinkage, and avail me to cope.
Warpage, a consequence of shrinkage might,
Bends and distorts a worrisome sight.
But with knowledge and skill, we can prevail.
Strengthening our creations and making them avail.
Weight is a factor. In the dance of shrinkage, it plays a role.
Adding pressure, taking its toll.
But with careful consideration, we can find
A balance where strength and weight align.
Shrinkage, a force that cannot be denied,
But with knowledge and skill, we can confide.
In the realm of creation, we must embrace
The dance of shrinkage with grace
So let us not fear the cracks that appear.
In their wake, fresh paths may be clear.
And with each intervene the dance of shrinkage, we learn:
To adapt and grow, to find recent ways to yearn.
Merging into the future with driverless cars,
the empty cab will feel like you own it,
or go ahead and send your private car home after you get to work,
two car families will evolve into a one car clan,
only about half of the cars will be needed,
that means less roads built or paved,
and don't forget the insurance jobs, your favorite,
the responsible driver will be the car company and will pay the insurance,
cargo will deliver itself,
and so the over reaching for growth in the economy,
may not be such a bad idea these days.
Santa was right,
all the bad ones get coal.
Poor Adam in Eden’s first winter
Would run home but Eve was no sprinter
They walked in the nude
Eve said, which was rude
‘Oh, that’s a strange place for a splinter’
It's comforting to shrink
Down onto a hard white surface
Ant-sized, running,
Dust for pebbles
Sunlight through glass
Clear boundaries
But room to move
Safe from sweeping forces
Go ahead and ask.
Answer: it's drying out
Direction evaporating.
Clear sky's a cage
See the giant birds
They're not happy