Best Virtual Poems
I smile to myself that a robot just told me off
Do you have an Alexa?
Or an Amazon?
These are virtual companions
That can
Wake you up
Tell you the weather
Play music
Or white noise
Tell you jokes
Keep you company
You can ask questions
And she will answer most of them
We have Alexa’s and Amazons
all over the house
an Alexa just said
Alarm was not set to me
In an I- know-more-than-you will-ever-know-voice
A few minutes ago
Making me smile
Told off by a snotty robot
More than a robot
A true friend
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A Virtual Ritual
Reality at times may become virtual;
Can view on screen as a superstitial;
Successfully completing;
Then are repeating,
And have habits existing like a ritual.
James Horn
A boy and a girl accidentally met
Through the famous world wide web
They were virtually dating
And soon the boy is screeching:
"I've found my lost virtual rib! Yep!"
07.09.2013
Deep as defeat as conspicuous
As the influx of presentiment
Passion is aimless humility
Panic is native to injury
Reasoning divulging odium
Sparkles unchosen but chemical
Puritans' speechless delivery
Idles in syllables neutral to
Carpet biology tapestries
Woven in Persian but personal
Surfaced in diamonds and sodium
Burnishing flavorful scaffolding
Sauntering over the savagery
Blanketing social impurity
Witnesses! Silence the speechlessness!
Caution the ignorant eagerly!
Woe as the end of the suffering
Millions of eyes as the visual.
Dedications many to this emotion.
Praise many to this state of mind.
However, it stands over time, a mystery.
A human touch from so far
How could it be love?
Confusion is never cleared.
What is it?
We are human after all.
A wavelength connects one to another,
Distance, no matter how long,
No matter from where;
One communication established.
Human touch grows warmer and warmer
There’s no place for routine, material gain,
Ambitions, expectations, dreams to be seen.
A vision yet, of a positive mind, there.
There beyond our day to day struggle,
Our problems, our family issues, our demands…
A flower, a smiley, a gift, an applause
They are so many which appears
On but a small screen which make your day.
Life goes on, but like a hidden energy cell
In a private world of one’s own, far from judgement,
It supports, it consoles, it lifts you up.
Time is immeasurable; its no relation, its no commitment,
Some goes short, some goes long, weeks or years and years.
One just stops at time to wonder but its too deep rooted to let go.
Virtual relations are no sins
Its one of the new blessings of God
in a technological world.
It stands as an evidence that love has no bound
And no form and no rule!
Virtual Fantasy
by Odin Roark
So innocent they
But three years old
Wanting parent look
Upon their face
First on paper
Crayon scribbles
Then long waits
Yearly Halloween
And make-believe
Come paint-on tats
Just like mommy daddy
On leg
Neck
Heart
Then to legal age innocence
Crow’s feet cover
Cheekbone carving
Botox injections
Steroid Adams
Enhancement Eves
Fast forward
Beneath gender façade
Lurks a swirling cauldron
Marveling in grease slick color
Oil running hot
Engine never cold
To be
Is not to be
Man and woman
Where molten-hardened
Eruptive cycles
So often masked
Addictively rush tomorrow’s reality
Meanwhile
History ever fading
Continues priming expectants
Reminding Barbie doll captives
And GI Joe dreamers
Tomorrow’s headgear fantasy
Comes with warning
Virtual sympathy
Not included
Don’t hook up with a ‘girl’ from a chat room
Might have five children and even grandchildren…
Wearing long beard and smoke-filled pajamas
Cussing like sailor and farting like donkey.
Hey Girl!
Today is your Birthday;
I have a lot of things to say;
But why we are so faraway;
How much sin I have to pay;
I have to say . . .
"Happy Birthday" without you.
Hey Girl!
Indeed, I really have nothing to say;
I just wish that You have a nice day,
Even We are so faraway;
I just hope some day;
You know that I love you always . . .
"Happy Birthday to You!"
'We don't like to look our kill in the face'
......Greg Palast
'The problem is, Corporations have neither
bodies to kick nor souls to be damned'
......Andrew Jackson
Human emotion will be diminished, too messy.
Trans humanism is a creeping chokeweed.
Goggles will be required to view reality
as perceived by shareholders, corporate
pollinators are seeding their outcomes
directly into your brain. 'I remember when
free thought (the good) was individual
choice' We will wistfully explain to our
grandchildren.
I take my instruction from natural rights,
Awake, am I, and in control of my rightful,
equal place in the universe. Why are people
dying here? This is my life, and your free
life too. Life, all life, is precious and equal.
This is the message I receive from interplanetary
beings...sacred, are we, and we know this
to be true, we the people will open the doors
to outer space, and take our rightful place.
No anonymous, faceless Corporation will
take my freedom......join me.
10/13/16
"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers."
Quote by Thomas Watson, IBM chairman, 1943
Through the QWERTY maze fingers travel afar
discover where virtual worlds are,
but a digital divide
locations denied.
Modern day
tide,
such dismay
for those left aside.
This is happening worldwide
but we must neither exclude nor bar.
Through the QWERTY maze fingers travel afar.
_____________________________________
18 January 2023
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Something relevant for the current scenario:
Social media addiction.
VIRTUAL COCAINE
The clock on the wall strikes midnight,
I still hold on to my phone very tight,
With lights off I still stare at the screen,
Not realising that my eyes have lost their sheen.
Every morning I get up and forget to pray,
I am more interested in knowing how others start their day,
Some go jogging and some are dropping their kid,
Liking their posts is the only exercise I did!
Driving my car constantly looking at my phone
I never realise I put my life in a danger zone!
Facebook reminds me of my friend s birthday,
Only if I would call him up and say,
I just type "HBD" and think it s done,
Later realising meeting in person would be more fun.
The selfie craze has totally swept me away,
I feel like clicking the perfect one every single day,
I was busy taking pictures to post when I went to "SOLENT"
Later regretting that I had actually not lived the moment.
I feel it s right to ponder and not too late,
Let not the social media decide our fate?
It s good to connect and be in touch with everyone,
Not forgetting we have a life and that too only one,
Let it not trap us in it s addictive domain,
Let s try and overcome this virtual cocaine!!
Dr Parul
Why is it
That no man can walk alone
Without being burdened with sorrow
That we measure our worth
Solely on the opinions of others
Why is it
that an inanimate object can claim
So much of our lives and replace all
Need for any real sentiment
Why is it
That we've allowed the internet to be
Our go to for comfort, our refuge, our God
What excuse have we chosen to isolate ourselves
From a world we fear to hate
While it is true that this medium has
Taken over our lives by giving
A false illusion of being connected to one another
When the reality is that we are all here
For the same reason - The need to fill a void
That's what keeps us hooked
Everyday, requests come in come out but
Very few who gain access to you
Ever speak or ever care to do so
At the end of the day, we are
Just another annoying post waiting to be deleted
Another face waiting to be blocked or erased
All the while, someone who truly cares
Is waiting but ignored
Someone who truly cares
Someone who truly matters
Someone we can see eye to eye,face to face
The only real embrace
I may not see you face to face
but I wish you well
If you need a hug,
here’s my virtual hug
If you need a shoulder to lean on
imagine me standing right there
If you need someone to talk to
I’m listening
I understand my friend, I feel it too,
just remember this is me reaching
out to you.
I’m only just one click away…….
If we stand together will we prevail
in the midst of this dreadful storm.
Alexis Y.
3-27-2020
I spend time with a friend
well, a pseudo-friend
an acquaintance of sorts
no, I guess he'd be a friend,
****, who knows
one of those types you never really share your heart
that authentic trembling you
I guess
he's more like a radio station
on a long lonely road trip in the night
or late night cable when the kids have left
a thousand channels
bright flickering nothing
we meet after hours in the deepest of dives
I just sit, listen,
curl myself into that hunching shape
looking like someone piled old laundry on a stool
and act as chaperone
an escort of sorts, you know, like those fresh faced kids in college
earning some bucks walking lifesize cartoons around for pictures
and with a bar top slap, I know he's got one, he's revved up
a steampunk machine running on old rye and spasms
"know this! I have faith in our sacred family values, our brave military and our cellular plans!"
(it's hard to not chuckle a bit, enjoy the aerating effect a good laugh does to spirits and your pallet, just avoid aspirating too much or you bellow and cough like an amateur drinker, good god don't show weakness in a place like this or the crows will circle and I swear the shadows lengthen under the bar)
most times, as I sit next to him, removed from his sphere
detached observer that I always find myself
I notice he talks to that small sliver of himself seen between the dirty glasses
piled up against the old mirror with faded silvering
and the blackened spots frame his face
like an old time picture
representing a vast loneliness of a nation
this goddamn solitude we find in crowded rooms
"My opponent here is working with Chilean miners, violent video game makers and angry chefs, goddammit"
once curse words are added, we'll be on our way soon
the barkeep's tips weren't that big
and the mutterings from the corners are beginning
as his outbursts begin to chisel into the hazy bubbles of regulars
I pull him out into the night
away from cheap wine and leaded glass
red faced, blustering,
cool air confusing him for a moment
and, lightswitched, he walks with a purpose,
back to the maindrag and streetlights,
calling it a night with a wave and one last holler:
"I want an America where Somali pirates and Rupert Murdoch yes-men cannot corrupt our precious environment!"
I just stand and wave back.
An early morning run across a misty lake
comes in, fades out of view with every stroke I take.
With pace that ebbs and flows from tunes within my head,
I hope the rhythmic rowing will not wake the dead.
I try to focus on the things that Austin taught,
but mostly, in the moment, I’m enraptured, caught
up in this misty morning ‘cross unknown expanse;
time and distance slip away in other-wordly trance…