Magazine madness of fashion obtuse,
Scantly clad teen’s covert abuse,
Circumvent moral by calling her model,
Grey line law’s favourite excuse.
Tick it and tock it,
And snappily chat,
Or X book of faces,
To summon the rat.
Where all indignation is vehemently expressed, where righteousness of self is digitally pressed, a mirror without flaw from which to throw stones, a facade without face or flesh or bones.
Artificial intelligence,
Artificial incantation,
Artificial infection,
Artificial indignation,
Artificial incandescence,
Artificial imagination,
Artificially incarcerates;
The innocents of nations.
Forgiven by your convenience,
Your need to gadget consume,
So yes their abuse is all your fault;
The fault of all in this room.
Illegal but one click away,
Ai can undress us all,
Immoral but here to play,
Yay for all our lovely tech,
What more can I say…
by David Nickle Read©2026
we’ll be parasocial (enjoy one-sided emotional relationships).
practice ineffective communication
swim the algorithmic swamp
speak insurance language
soak in social exhaustion
trigger and be triggered
relish anti-affordability
do the bare minimum
embrace a conspiracy
manage our topics
accrue aura points
enjoy resenteeism
take the rage-bait
overuse backlash
seem authentic
explore AI sex
digitally clash
be bias blind
scroll away
rage-farm
deepfake
Job hugg
glow up
buy gas
ick date
go viral
resist
drip
.
.
Songs for this:
NOT CUTE ANYMORE by ILLIT
Who Knows by Daniel Caesar
EXPLANATION
A picture poem in a short form digitally super-imposed on a photo of a piece of self created artwork,thus combining two artforms(haiga style) into one .
The result can then be digitally displayed,posted,or printed as a hard copy & stored
Please check The book from amazon / kindle,
NOTIFICATIONS FROM NIRVANA - ODYSSEY OF A DIGITALLY DISTRACTED DISCIPLE FROM SCROLL TO SOUL
The legend read...Futures advice.. Bonds and stocks traded; Hourly..' Experts in many ( in-securitys?) . decades indeed, centuries
Of experience..' References available from God.' We come to you...Many options to choose from.' Digitally literate.'
Don't think any further.' Get started today.' We'll
Take your cares away.' All souls welcome.' Just remember
Our word is your bond.'
(We are equal oppertunity recognised and fully compliant with world climate initiatives) as recognised by the un, wef, and various n g o bodies.'
Before the chip, before binary code,
Before clocks showed in digital time mode,
Stood an ancient man with furrowed brow
Trying to track time and count numbers in a row.
He stared at stars, watched the sun,
He devised how to count when time had begun,
Using the flanges of his fingers one by one,
Counting seconds, minutes, days, and months done.
He counted numbers digitally on his hands.
One to five, six to ten, on which his pointer lands.
Strange that all our digital devices and displays.
Remembers the term 'counting with fingers' still plays.
I say
rhyme to go
esp abba
but a nay
to
wrap-a-round
it disrupts the flow
not visually conducive
to read
digitally
or otherwise!
&
..thus
another no-no
the 'syllablics
pantoum
acrostic,kyrielle
terzanelle & villanelle
as learning scales
are fine
but
in reality
a mathematical
mechanical line
So what to do
perhaps
shape emagi
or
imagist
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,
footle & hiku
better yet
an
& ekphrasis
just saying
to
help
all of you
SHAPE FORM digitally devised drawing
Ephemeral eternity — covers osmosis pinnacles
In a loving natural roots, nostalgia never fails
Welcomed. . .we wander — and cry
It slinks slackly not dwelling in the gloom. . .
Gestalt therapy in sepia tones offers an odd view,
Instant mete hourglass, scythe, magic mind wing
Proper, shining ruined glass before filters and pixels,
Cracks reveal truth, and hazy images evoke memory;
Digitally altered shots provide unadorned faces,
Silver stones — crumble under soggy streams
Love consists of endless childhood dreams,
We whirl, win, wildly in a whirlwind
Instants creep slowly — yielding assets to discard
Time lingers while instances ripple vastly.
It unfolds and emits a sticky—spirited symphony
Transitional winds blew as we breathed and linked
Instants ticked slowly but rose quickly.
Glide into golden heat of the calm night hour
Ashes rise on a summer's sigh in the breezy sky
Soaring over the willows, peacefully fly.
Paul Klee made a painting of poetry
unique & in rectangular geo-me-try
Charles Demuth with a reverse ekphrasis
made WCW figure 5 his innovative art thesis
Yours truly 'kindled' the emagi
a reverse ekphrasis digitally
FINGER ART
feel
& touch
digitally
&
manipulate
the paint
caressed
imagination
immersed
into
my
sensorary
self
with
finger-tip
awareness
HAND PAINTING
press
wipe
touch
smear
feel
the paint
digitally
&
manipulate
immerse
my
sensorary
self
in
finger-tip
awareness
caressed
by
primary
spatial
impressions
("The Mothership", 2024, original encaustics digitally collaged by Stephen Langer)
What Will You Do
When the aliens come
What will you do?
Will you go dragged kicking and screaming
Only to remember nothing,
Or will you go willingly
With the curiosity of a child?
What’s there after all
In the Great Mother ship,
A portal, a station, theatre of the mind
In multidimensional surround sound
Revealing a multiverse of limitless potential
Or a black hole of limited impossibility?
I don’t know, but it bears considering.
In my experience such things happen without choice,
Like a moth to a flame
Or sonambulator in the dark,
But why not be prepared
With your choice already made?
“Beam me up Scotty”
It’s gotten too crazy down here,
And what I took for an intelligent lifeform
Has turned out to be a mirage.
Ah, much better in multidimensional surround,
Thanks Ma.
(7/9/24)
It only hurts until you cry.
The slammed door quietens,
your baby eyes grow old,
in the dark, where no one sees
or cares.
"Life!" She said,
"You blink and it's still there,
waiting for your next move."
'Keep going!" Say’s the shopkeeper,
of your worn-down wares,
and you wonder is he,
a digitally created memory,
your ancestors sewed,
into your dreams.
The bedpan has been warmed.
A nurse throws up into a toilet bowl.
Father comes back,
catches you singing,
in your boxed-in bedroom.
slams your ears.
with wall-busting words.
"Cut!" The Director shouts.
The camera's keep rolling,
A movie now squats,
in an empty room - waiting,
for more directions.
The hurt has crawled back,
into its featherbed,
where mice still nibble
last year’s leftover straw.
PUBLICATION
In this digital age
Our
thoughts
bonded
together,
though ever apart
TWITTER
quick thoughts
cut short
POETRY SOUP
will test
the best
Pleasant people inhabit
this PS workshop of varied verse,
posting posies of many kind-
comments & opinions abound
in blogs ,of the world around-
sponsored contests in galore
brings creativity to the fore
my short poems on twitter
art ekphrasis on Flickr-
and blogs in this soup
other efforts in Sketchbook
so come now, take a quick look-
and keep in the loop
I think
so I paint,
I imagine and pen-
mix digitally together
as one
As a haiga
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