Social media has transformed how people communicate and interact globally, fostering connectivity and collaboration~ Why is it we can’t honor, respect, or be kind without cruelty in the mix?—Poet
• increases the fear of missing out
• leads doubt and unhealthy comparisons
• creates unrealistic expectations
• causes isolation
• triggers dopamine addiction
• anxiety and low self-esteem
Don’t throw it all away~ Moderation is key!
liked or disliked dissed
gone girl/boys are eternal~
an S O S missed
An invisible Sea,
Sends ripples through Eternity.
Affecting all humanity.
Waves of Energy,
Emitting from Everybody.
One started with me.
It was easy,
I give it freely.
It doesn't cost any money.
It's Love Unconditionally,
Sent Intentionally,
Consciously.
Just so you could see,
The capability,
Of our capacity,
To Spiritually,
Heal Society,
When done in Unity.
These letters of Electricity,
My pebbles to the sea,
Of Connectivity.
I get all tingly,
Knowing we,
Belong to the same Tree.
We all hold the key,
It can't be done separately.
Let's change Reality.
Who would you truly be,
If you weren't looking for money.
Drop your pebbles to the Sea,
Share your loving energy,
With Everybody,
Consciously,
Intentionally,
Let's Explore Divinity.
Vines in the spring of my life
were sturdy and spry. Utterly dependable,
they ran along the many parts of my body.
Able to cling to ligaments, tendons and muscles
with great connectivity,
they allowed me to walk, run, and jump with ease.
How wonderful was my pain-free youth!
Winter has arrived all too soon.
The vines down my spine have lost
some of their much-needed support.
With hardship now, they move toward
the joints of my left knee.
My vines in winter have me out of kilter.
No longer do they comfortably sprawl.
No more can I joyfully jump or dance.
Matching their apparent stagnation,
I still try my best to keep
c r e e p i n g a l o n g
longing for the days when
vines were green.
There's a stillness inside.
One to confide in.
To release emotions,
Setting energy in motion,
It's an oxygen explosion.
Racing around the track,
Life gets out of whack.
Take two steps back,
Inhale.
The Breath of Life entering,
Reaction rendering,
Slowly centering,
Exhale.
Uneasy feelings,
Flee from our beings,
And begin balancing.
Our Mind is thinking,
Your Heart is syncing,
The Soul is singing.
With rhythmic breathing,
We begin seeing,
The stillness fleeting.
Practice is seeking,
Expand and releasing.
Inhale,
Flooded with oxygen,
Love comes pouring in,
It's life's Magick potion.
Exhale,
Sharing our energy,
Our Connectivity,
Through the air we breathe.
Staring into space,
Full of love and grace,
I embrace,
The sun's face.
Soaking up the rays,
Birds sing their praise.
I feel my conscious raise,
As nature's music plays.
Absorbing the cosmic waves,
Crashing through my brain,
Washing away the pain.
Bringing with it peace,
Allowing the release,
From our limiting beliefs.
A conditioned existence,
Ingrained by our chiefs.
They're more like Thiefs...
Why do we, constantly,
Let others label our identity?
Are we escaping responsibility,
Or is it how we're trained to be?
As we fall deeper into,
Conditioned captivity.
Anxiety, growing rage,
As we realize, this is a cage.
As wars wage, they set the stage,
For their Fear to manage,
It's conditioned image.
Set Us Free!!!!!
Then it comes to me,
When you Love unconditionally,
Each molecule of reality
It sets you Free.
The power of connectivity,
Charging the Energy,
Each cell making it's mark
Creating a unique spark,
Starting a blaze,
Lifting the haze,
The end of a conditioned daze.
From the Ashes,
We rise to be,
Our true entity,
The ONE,
They're afraid to see.
Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although it be hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
It is mostly the most neglected parameter of our well-being.
And is ruined simply because of lack of attention and care
Living in the age of digital connectivity we all are hollow from inside.
No one to talk to but a phone is always treated as a symbol of pride.
Loneliness is a widespread disease which is present all across the place.
We must hold on sometimes and take a break from the ongoing race.
Just a pat on the back is enough to enlighten and elevate the mood.
One must speak in an emphatic tone and must never sound rude.
Meeting one another, talking and smiling can make all the difference.
We can die alone but to live we need a community around.
Even though we live in the jet age our mind and soul is always alone.
Humans do have a heart and ironically it is not made up of stone.
Social media, realm where whispers fly,
A land beneath the vast digital sky.
Here, every word can travel far,
Each post and tweet, a potential star.
It binds the world in a tight-knit web,
Where thoughts and cultures easily ebb.
A platform broad for voices small,
In this grand stage, one and all.
Yet in its depths, dangers dwell,
As truths and lies together swell.
A double-edged sword, it can deceive,
Where false narratives weave and leave.
A mighty force for advocacy’s fight,
It lights up causes in the night.
From grassroots grows a towering wave,
Empowering the meek, the brave.
But watch the cost, privacy paid,
Invisible prices, quietly laid.
A footprint permanent, never gone,
In the landscape vast, forever drawn.
A frontier for the bold, the new,
Where innovations burst into view.
A pulse of progress, fast and fierce,
New ideas that pierce the universe.
So wield it well, this potent tool,
Educate, engage, but never fool.
For social media’s power, vast and wide,
Reflects the human spirit, amplified.
Governed by technological greatness
Gearing with gigabytes catering to all generations
Groomed am I, 5G, to handle gargantuan task globally…
Girded for high-speed connectivity yon information gathering
Granting mankind growth and progress midst mobile ecosystem-glow.
Grateful to God* for grace that advances giftedness, functionally grand
Guided with genuine responsibility and accountability-goodness
Gladly, greeting guys and gals along facts, realistically grasped
Gripped am I with gallant “Fourth Industrial Revolution” goal
Guarded around golden rule, sans greediness’ glitches.
*1Peter 5:10 But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.
7th place, "UP TO YOU" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/10/2024
In the land where sunshine kisses the sand,
Florida's shores, a technological hand.
Through wires and waves, its eyes ever keen,
Tracking our steps, in this digital scene.
From Tampa Bay's gleam to Miami's bright glow,
Smart devices whisper, so the records can grow.
Data points captured, where we roam and wander,
An unseen web woven, our movements to ponder.
Satellites above, their watchful gaze,
Pinpointing our positions, tracking our ways.
Cameras on highways, peering through the night,
Capturing each moment, tucked out of sight.
Through algorithms and code, a watchful domain,
Florida's digital realm, a comprehensive campaign.
Our habits, preferences, every click and tap,
In the depths of servers, they securely map.
But let us not fret, for technology's reach,
Can also empower, bring knowledge and teach.
In this digital age, where boundaries blur,
Florida's advancements, a path to explore.
So, let us embrace, the wonders it brings,
The knowledge it shares, the songs it sings.
But mindful we stay, as guardians of our privacy,
In this realm of connectivity and great ingenuity.
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
The rich poor Africa.
When will you grow?
Your sisters are progressing.
For you your are retrogressing.
When will you grow?
The days are darkening.
The nights are fading.
When will you grow?
Your electric connectivity
.... epileptic.
Your road network
Full of potwells.
When will you grow?
Too much moralistic .
You are.
The worthwhile worthless belief.
When will you grow.?
Go for your tools.
Run for your toil.
Your paraphernalia.
The remedy.
When will you grow?
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
I
If "I don't know" means I fall short on my own, U will see magic
II
It takes courage & humility to tell other humans, "Before The Universe, I'm nothing"
BIO NOTE: No internet or connectivity here for more than 14 hours. I lost one 14-line poem, but this Monoku effort made it to PS. More tales to make poetry? ThanX for reading, PS. Shalom, shalom
If I were a writer,
I'd write about harmony,
about connectivity,
about togetherness,
about love and tenderness,
about people, places, and nations,
about how we all can live in peace.
If I were a writer,
I'd write about liberty and unity,
about brotherhood,
about fellowship.
If I were a writer,
I'd write about commonality,
about the power of community,
about peace and tranquility.
Yes, I'd write about these things and more
until mankind has had its fill of conflict and war,
until the desires for peace outshine the darkness of warfare.
Not claiming to be a writer, but from the depths of my heart, I write.
And may I and you do our best to work, to write, to shine the light
in dark places until The Christ rises in every heart and reigns eternally.
4822PSCtest, Your Peace Message to the World, Anoucheka Gangabissoon
3P.
FEELINGS
Two people blindly searching their inner souls
for the slightest remmants of an opposite emotion,
but really never being able to clearly see the direction
for that murky chaos and confusion, called feelings
As we allow ourselves the opportunity to be open
with each other, we began to find the possibility
of a mental connection, thus building an attachment
which has the substance, called feelings
Looking back in time, visualizing our dreams of
what a relationship can become, we realize the
very essence of what we would like it to be, based,
on our frame of reference, called feelings
Emotions are invisible and intangible, yet real,
however, they are a vital part of our psyche balance
that stimulates our reasoning fingerprints in life,
thus, creating our single uniqueness, called feelings
As we attempt to bring into focus, with each other
those DNA strands of connectivity, again we try
to rationalize lifes' mystery, as it escapes the vacuum
of our eluding grasp, called feelings
Floyd Lee Neal Jr.
Copyright 2007
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