Surfing the Cyber Sea without a life vest
hunting and pecking each key at best
nothing but a gyre of flotsam and jetsam
Charybdis as far as the eye can see
where once all was clean and pristine
now the dreaded AI rules the roost
with spam from unwanted advertisers
to give it an unneeded boost
culprits remaining nameless
hiding behind anonymity
who knows what they have in mind
but open the door and it's for sure
once they're in they'll rob you blind
Britain is known to have ruled the waves
at the height of its happy heyday
a worldwide web with a maritime domain
but come what may all empires fall
yet will this disinformation superhighway remain?
Autumn Heyday SS
Golden leaves in flight up high
Amber hues paint the sunlit sky
The heat of sunshine fades away
The air turns crisper day by day
Sour scent of decay on the way,
Autumn in midst of its heyday.
angry-gray steam billowing
from its coal-stoked furnace
its whistle threatening a reckoning
speed decreasing with each turn of its wheels
the mighty locomotive pulled into
the station, her denizens eagerly waving
to folks as familiar as the sounds of the prairie
adventures to unpack once back home
he knew everything; the answers were clear
exceptionally confident, for he was eighteen
youthful exuberance kept his ideals safe
dreaming of his future was a joy at this age
advantage of being young is super power of feeling invincible
yelling his truth to the moon in his heyday of life
For fifty years I went to work
Minimum wage; was I a jerk
I'd slave away every day
Bus ride home, eat, hit the hay
Now a new life has opened up for me
Doing something I can hardly believe
Waking up, I go outside; gaze at the grass, sky and trees
Thus fortified, I head back in and write poetry
It'll never pay the bills, but there are no bills to pay
Only one complaint ~ I keep on hitting the hay
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