COUNTERINTUITIVE
One would think that news was real
At least it was, mostly, as in the past
Yet with A.I images on social media
And even a misquoted encyclopedia
The scale of deception is quite vast
With emoticons about how you feel
We believe what we want to believe
And welcoming an influencer’s role
Afraid that intuition has had its day
Who knows, or even cares, anyway
More sales or votes is now the goal
Now just shut the door as you leave
The disappearance of common sense
Did it not surrender or pay its taxes
It is a complicated world, of course
But who now ever checks the source
Today, no-one can remember faxes
Just a meme, intended for the dense
Meeting people is so easy now,
A simple hi, hello makes a relationship somehow,
Some emoticons are our emotions now,
A birthday post is better than an appreciation toast now,
The letter to loved ones are so last season,
A text on the anniversary is a convenience love,
To express feelings there are no poems,
No paragraphs,
No heart touching words,
I love you forever is now so easily said,
And gets forgotten within the day ends,
The affection and care is just for the display,
But in between there is a broken today,
Here you are making promises and kissing goodnight,
Then who are you texting in the midnight,
Trust is now such a delicate thread,
Can't hold it or neither can let it break,
Meeting people was always a good thing,
Until you forget the real deal you meet the dead end.
Date of submission: 8/20/22
I see auctions of emotions in this world.
Not every emotion is respected;
So, ignorance prevails to cut both good and bad deeds.
Life is a comic of emotions
Which creates emoticons
Even from remote reactions.
When hope hops to heap happiness,
Numerous people hold hardwork with humbleness
For gracious grins and gorgeous greens
To be gifted by heaven with the blessings of bravery.
Success favours efforts
Efforts favour dreams
Dreams render hope
Hope renders the poetic sea of life
And each life searches for it's comic of positive emotions.
List of emotions in this poem:
1.Hope
2.Happiness
3.Humbleness
4.Bravery
5.Motivation
6.Optimism
7.Persistence to work hard
8.Peace
9.Positivity
10.Dreamy
Contest name: Strong Emotions
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
I don't need little emoticons I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place
I don't need messenger chat I need a friend with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say I'm gone
I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway
I don't want an email to say "I'm having a baby any day"
I do want to write good poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a good day cuz I haven't googled away, my day.
I've been going through old love letters of how we used to be.
The silly, inconsequential things you used to write to me
about nothing in particular, the mundane, the everyday, the norm.
But that Basildon Bond decorated with Quink used to give a form
to the feelings inside as your fountain pen cried, words rambling over the page.
To tear at my heart because we were apart imprisoned in our cage
of distance, and the persistence of melancholia's hurting
the only respite in spite of all, your banality and girlish flirting.
But now we've come to the here and now to emoticons and text speak.
To the short, terse text that can leave us vexed and the torment that they wreak.
Our language debased to contracted words, mis-spelled and appalling grammar.
Misconstrued meanings, tech speak and gleanings from Twitter, Face Book and Spammer.
Anticipating the postman, the sound of the letterbox, the excitement of opening your letter.
Now all we have is the e.mail wav., much quicker I grant you, but better?
Call me old fashioned, a Luddite if you must, or even a pen and paper fanatic.
But for all my ranting, there's something enchanting about finding old letters in the attic.
As another wench fails to tie tiger’s tail, the bear is let loose again.
Honey was shared, but hearts weren’t paired, so the shark resumes his top fin.
It’s hard to regret Ethiopian whets, and the taste of turmeric sticks too.
Yet all was shut down, when he polished the crown. That fool tried to place it on you.
Fondness grew.
as the absence increased, and emoticons ceased, what was left were tendencies raw. The tendencies come in various hums, while truths stay locked behind jaws, and maybe the draws, which were scantily protected from powerhouse paws.
Hey! Let’s give this sharp dame a strong round of applause!
Let’s sing out her praises, as legions once did! Let’s spring for them braids, and let’s get them nails did!
Let’s
remain sonic, ‘cause her sway is bionic, and nature will always prevail. But prepare thee to cry, because numbers don’t lie, and the scale shows we once again failed.
The tiger’s tail, tied not by the wench, means the bear has been turned loose again.
For the Haven’s advancement,
the Elite may extend a courteous backhand,
or a fist wrapped with opinion
that some may mistake for abuse.
Dante’s girl fell from her steeple
head first into a cauldron of pride,
now her feeble corpse twitches
trying to vomit the blackest pitch grey.
Stains her soldier’s dress blues
duty has him answer the bench’s call.
Gaveled verdicts now deleted,
appeals one site’s ambitions.
Often found in a library,
their little boy plays with
his toy box full of straw men
and overused emoticons.
Each breath billows the forge,
black smoke void of The Father,
they beat a gift’s beauty into a weapon,
the cutting edge of the Deceiver’s con.
Touch And See
We are a society of folded ears. We opt for our apps
through touch tone effect instead of real conversation.
We are a generation of visual selects that forgo the hearing
only to embrace tap memorandum. It works great on the optic
nerve but what does it do for the hearing workout ?
We send emoticons & floating sonic hearts but sometimes
we need to be heard for .... R E A L ....
we need time that the computer can't steal...
. we read about our family members through the internet
. we listen to nature through the internet
it is easy to lose our equilibrium and feel like we are living
in a cyber wheel that doesn't stop.
A D D ... ANOTHER DIFINITION for it WOULD BE,
Applicable, * Deaf *Disorder
DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU.
Those eyes trapped between thick lines of kohl, frigidly stare
But yet glued to the screen.
Those eyes tire with the glare
But are possessed by a power unseen.
A hundred emoticons fast as a pulse
Yet none stir her expression less face,
Nor, was there a moment of impulse
As she typed with a practiced pace.
She did not not notice as a breeze blew her curls,
Nor when the screen blurred her eyes,
She was busy abbreviating her words
Finding solace in a world of lies.
He painted a rosy escape, dragging her to the edge,
The edge of an abyss, an abyss of his love.
His words lifted her, prepared to fledge
Far away from the chaos above.
The breeze failed to stir a single ripple in the abyss
She dreamt of gliding through it
Soaking in its bliss;
For as long as fate would permit.
She waited on that very edge, where she was told to wait
The edge, where her heart beats too fast.
She curls her toe, undaunted by fate
His love, she knew, would have it recast.
A road to nowhere led by a twisted maze
A fog of light
With a blinding haze
A lite drizzle quickly turning into hail
Attempting to catch my breath
Forgetting to inhale
The storm washes away the salty tears
Leaving only rain drops behind
Helping me hide all my fears
Walking between shadows trying to hide
I hear a faint echo of laughter
Reminding me of the tears I had cried
Haunted by memories that refuse to go away
I turn to God to help me
But he doesn’t respond when I pray
I stand before you smiling as I am dying inside
Pretending not to be affected
But unable to despite every attempt that I tried
The black clouds followed me throughout the years
Emoticons silenced by the rain
But it’s not the rain falling it is my tears
A Thought For Saint Valentine’s Day
There is something I have to say to you,
A thought I would like to convey.
Just a simple point of view,
As we come to St. Valentine’s Day.
Please do not arrange to speak on Skype
At some future convenient time,
Or post your love in bits and bytes
In hurriedly constructed rhyme.
Not another Moonpig card as well
And please don’t text by mobile phone,
Or send gifts by post or DHL
And hope I’m waiting here at home.
Emoticons have no value.
And please do not send your love by letter,
On Valentine’s Day, all I really want is you.
01/29/2018
The curse of technology,
It has taken over me.
Fear and panic soon ensue
If I'm low on battery.
If I get no signal,
And my emails go unchecked
I fret about what's in there,
Emotionally I'm wrecked.
I need to be on facebook
Instagram or more.
I need social media,
I'm like an online whore.
Message me, give me a nudge
Send me emoticons,
Please, please, give me a like
Or I can't carry on.
Crystal blue water
to swim,dive,play and enjoy
yet no life is there
-Swimming Pool
Peaceful residence
with all amenities,still
missing neighbourhood
-Apartments
Rich colorful foods
prescribed by doctors,still we
do not feel happy
-Medicinal Tablets
Can play anywhere,
anytime, but no playground,
no players to chase
-Video Games
Emoticons,texts
chats,stickers,still nothing beat
the handwritten mails
-Mobile phones
Technology rules
the world and controls humans
a boon or a curse?
Mar-04-2017
Quote: Every day is a page to write a new story.
DAILY DEWDROPS
Freshly fallen snow,
no print left yet.
An empty box,
with no pretty bow.
I get down on my knees,
to write a prayer -
a wistful prayer of bittersweet.
My finger shivers in the breeze.
I cursively draw,
on this wall of white.
As snowflakes fall
from eyelashes, I bawl.
A white bunny’s hop halts,
little twitching eyes read my poetic plight.
Dripping from my index pen, a blizzard of tears -
erases all of my faults.
Tomorrow, I will start anew,
writing my escapades
on a pristine white carpet -
perhaps many words, perhaps a few.
And what might each day bring?
A quilting upon white cotton…
An epic on framed canvas…
My emoticons might vary, but dutifully I sing!
12/12/2016
Nayda’s Quote Response Contest
it was in the middle of my thoughts,
when this horrible feeling whiter confusion within thee.
my arm strangled trying to reach on the admired one of the heart,
but distance remained the opportunist.
my mind tried to reach on the side of him but the nerves weakened.
I couldn't hold myself and the rain of tears showered me.
did it help to cry?
the deepest emoticons replied by showing off the sad sides
all I was able to do was to look at his technical pictures inside the palm of my hand
I tried to count the miles between us,
all I could find was an error, for the calculator had a limited memory.
even thou I felt lonely my heart still pumped fast when I think about you.
you still remained the one I could catch a grenade for
this loneliness feeling anchored more love in my veins for you
my arteries still delivered the sweet memories we have together
I knew what we hold was not of this world
all we ever dreamed off was not of a dying type.
loneliness may creep but love still holds its stand.
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