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2024.5.24 at 16:43:00
You installed Conversation Apps, Gjim.
"Have you read my previous message yet? One way trafficker."
The user name was "S... & L......".
test. shonky shifty dodgy bloody crappy ty shonky.
heeeeheeee x2
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2024.5.27@10:25:00
Good morning Luckier
24.5.27@12:41:00
Invaded?? i went past and saw the police van this morning. I was a bit worried that something might have happened.
why are you so serious? I don't know if I can change the way I talk with friends. Sorry.
It is too big a change.
nobody complains but you
words exist in context, and the context is I don't have any intention to hurt you
i was working on my video and censored the F word. I think you should be proud of me. Hah.
Yes, BB, I remember you did say you considered me as your friend.
This was another confirmation but very subtle.
I was too harsh on you because I wanted you to be a perfect gentleman.
I supposed, nobody is perfect.
Near enoght is good enough.
I should not mind little thing like that.
It was too late now,
We aparted for more than 7 months.
It seemed like it was only yesterday.
I am sure, you have long forgotten me.
I am sure, I will soon forget you too.
Not because I want to
But it was "Out of sight, out of mind"
Write your story
The hardest times leave echoes in my mind
And try as I might to push them aside,
The hardest times are a part of my life.
I cannot let them go without losing my light.
I could hope to be different and wish for change,
But these days they will remain the same,
And if I try to ignore my brain,
I will reverse and fall into love again.
The zeitgeist blows through computer screens,
Whispering woes eternally,
And all the hive activity,
Allows the world to learn how to teach.
Reach deep into the depths of your mind;
You never know what you will find.
It could be a dark tale of the saddest mystery,
Or you could find a light which shines endlessly.
Within my heart there are words of love,
And even though I am on the up and up,
There was a time I truly believed that I would end up as one of us.
Those times have now passed; I have relaxed and forgotten about love.
Words cut through me like a vipers smile,
Spitting lies like I am on my side sometimes.
As the poison creeps throughout my landmine mind,
Time waits for no man and it passes on by.
The years I have lost to those fake alibi’s.
A list of excuses practiced with time.
Textual context not worth reading,
So many years stolen away from me.
My misery goes hand in hand with me still believing.
Then again I hear the sirens calling,
Their lover’s aplenty, sinning and falling.
I fell on my sword and jumped off the cliff,
When I trusted the deceivers; the pain sealed with a kiss.
Forever trapped inside their web of lies,
Such beautiful words I had never heard in my life,
But behind blue eyes the lies continue.
False smiles, false people, they are nothing new.
It took the best of me, to remain a living being, I still drown;
The heart fell to the ground and I was forever falling down,
But I hope, I pray, one day I will get to be lucky;
Maybe I could one day write a family story.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
~ NEGATIVE MINDSETTED NIGEL~
Alas~he only can envision the hopeless!
With nary an answer ahead.
His land is for him,only of the following feckless,
With no soulful breath, as if he wishes indeed, he were already dead!
For breakfast he searches out spoiled jam,
On a moldy Brioche, to be sure.
Then, Nigel, the poet and eater declares in untruthful agony as best he can, mam.
That on this planet human life cannot be endured!
The TV set or radio is turned on, bleating like sheep of riots, COVID and such.
He goes to his cabinet to roll a fat joint to quell his mental agony!
Nodding in his non-thinking media mind constituted of negative media mulch.
That God's world is entirely terrible and
loaded with perfidy.
Then, in stained plaid housecoat, onto his computer this poet tragically travels,
Giantic mug of coffee in his poetic hand,
To quill a verse, with his still unshaven, stubbly face.
To repetitiously write the damnable media notes damning and anxious to
declare to us all~ that life itself, is imdeed a is disgrace?
And we sit as innocent as new robins,
Eating his banal poetry so joyfully?
Squeamish, naive, robins we are!
Ever so gleefully, eating untruths, voraciously.
Unaware, that for us, life right now, is as grand as
living on the most glorious,brightest star!
June 22, 2020
1:30pm PST
POEM # 1303
Some inventors and scientists, they have both said
That science fiction books put ideas in their head
A novel that was written by Arthur C Clarke
Gave Tim Berners Lee the necessary spark.
The communicator in Star Trek that was fantasy
Martin Cooper of Motorola made it reality.
Beam me up Scotty, well that’s not here yet
Research is being done and they’ll crack it, you bet.
The news pads from the movie 2001
Now everyone has a tablet for online fun
Remember talking HAL, I’m sure you all do
Computer giants researched it and made it come true.
The movie Dick Tracy where they talk on their wrist
Now the smart watch is another to add to that list
Men dressed as robots in old movies you see
Now robots build cars, no longer fantasy.
Artificial intelligence now it can change your life
Any shape any colour, you can have one as your wife
But research and tech gadgets, are we moving too fast?
Mankind might become just a thing of the past.
Take for example a factory with two hundred men
Now all you need is a robot and a workforce of ten
But it’s not something new, just look at history
Job loss came with the intro of the Spinning Jenny.
Ray guns and flying saucers at area 51
They try to tell you that nothing is going on
No need to panic it’s a research facility
Whilst making space age weapons for the military.
And films have inspired the creation of drones
Controlled very easily from an app on your phones
X-Ray drones are the ones that bother me
Wear a swimsuit in the shower because they will see.
Robots that can think will outwit us one day
We’ll just be a nuisance and be put out of the way
Science fiction for many is just fantasy
But it inspires the great minds in creativity.
March 7th 2018
For Science Fiction Contest sponsored by Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Anticlimactic mood after February 18th, 2021 snow storm subsided
I hate spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth blurt
out impending blizzard
which never materializes.
Yours truly humbled and enamored
when Mother Nature
singly and/or nsync with old man winter
looses propensity to wreak havoc
and/or blankets landscape
I fondly think back
remembering '96 storm of the century.
At that time January 1996
me and the missus timesharing
Shawnee on the Delaware
ardently striving, yet
unsuccessful conceiving Blizzard Baby.
Now far beyond procreative age,
(though I wistfully envisage
begetting another progeny -
simultaneously stretching credulity
to breaking point)
all things considered
exhaustion would peter out
after capitulation of divining rod
necessitating lifetime to recoup energy.
Bound within figurative four walls
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania domicile
courtesy appreciable snowfall,
I direct energy crafting poem.
Yours truly will actually
refrain comestibles despite feeling hungry -
lest metabolism to digest food
decreases potential alertness,
and full belly finds me
ready able and willing
to doze immediately into deep slumber.
Hungry stomach in tandem
with eventful weather
sends surge of giddiness
coursing thru body electric
crackling, popping, and snapping
(while O Captain My Captain)
came to witty man (me) suddenly
enervating with poignant pregnant expectancy
papa pondering his empty nest syndrome
analogously attempting to offset void
coaxing poem into existence
unsure how literary endeavor
(mine) will thrive
amidst well suited
panoply of prolific writers,
whose unseen fingers
hop lightly and gracefully
across qwerty computer keyboard
akin to heavy armed soldiers
with fearlessness and deliberation
heading off to war to acquire poetic license.
Meanwhile chafed knuckles
of one garden variety primate
previously scraping along tundra
(methinks I espy frozen Mastodon)
(before twenty first century caveman
learned to stand erect)
endeavors to strike letter combinations
eliciting, facilitating, and generating
enticing curb appeal.
Aunty lost three pounds of memory,
it happened slowly, the clock on her mantle
ran faster, the rain began to fall slower.
Her cat was a stranger, then an ex-lover.
1300 grams of her vanished in slow motion.
The gray-matter remained
though it was hollowed out by blind angels;
in those dimly lit caves
flew two storks carrying two infants
forever now circling a cartoon pink sky.
At the age of eighty-two she demanded a dog.
We bought her an automated one
that moved and barked.
Eventually though its computer-chip brain failed,
aunty did not notice
she was by then very busy
discussing politics with Theodor Roosevelt.
I once asked her what he had to say?
She replied that he had confided:
‘the dead remember everything,’
that also seemed sad to me.
Chorus:
Cyber foes, cyber foes,
What you gonna trace, what you gonna trace,
When they hack at you?
Cyber foes, cyber foes,
What you gonna trace, what you gonna trace,
When they hack at you?
Verse 1:
Tell me, what you gonna fix,
What you gonna fix when they breach your tricks?
Tell me, what you gonna fight,
What you gonna fight when it’s day or night?
Chorus:
Cyber foes, cyber foes,
What you gonna trace, what you gonna trace,
When they hack at you?
Cyber foes, cyber foes,
What you gonna trace, what you gonna trace,
When they hack at you?
Verse 2:
You, you, you, you, you,
Guard your info tight, it’s the thing to do.
You, you, you, you, you,
Stay alert and cool, keep your data true.
Chorus:
Cyber foes, cyber foes,
What you gonna trace, what you gonna trace,
When they hack at you?
Cyber foes, cyber foes,
What you gonna trace, what you gonna trace,
When they hack at you?
The world has changed so fast
that I was caught off guard.
I never thought I would see,
the hate and pervasive bigotry
that exists in the world today.
Then, the internet came along
and shrunk the world to fit in your phone;
opening doors that were once closed.
While at the same time;
every kook, grifter, charlatan, and conspirator
on the fringes of society: got a bully pulpit;
to cater to a select audience of like-minded trolls.
Corruption, fear-mongering
and alternative truths,
are entrenched in our government,
peddling lies as entertainment and news.
World War Three, once unthinkable,
is gaining favorability with the masses;
fueled by cultist propaganda and doomsday bravado
that spreads like a virus on social media.
We are polluting the land, poisoning the oceans,
and brainwashing the minds of our youth,
without any regard for the truth.
I recall when people didn't lock their doors,
and neighbors greeted one another with a smile or a wave.
But today, we're caught in the worldwide web
of a technological spider's electronic threads,
where, sooner or later, I fear we will be eaten.
I laid me body stomach down atop a grassy knoll...
here at Highland Manor Apartments
earlier today Juneteenth 2022,
(a pitch perfect spring day)
with serious intent to read
seat of the pants suspense thriller
The New Comprehensive
A-Z Crossword Dictionary.
Invariably, yours truly
quickly experienced drowsiness,
succumbed to deep sleep
and dreamt being linkedin
with livingsocially off the grid
among ecological, liberal, social minded
people progressive in act, deed, and thought
versus participating in consumerist paradigm.
As a conscious conscientious counterpart
the missus shops with a conscience
and yours truly considers her price savvy
when she purchases groceries
at ALDI, Giant, LIDL, or other supermarket.
Impossible mission to adopt modus operandi,
whereby wife would entertain notion to husband
energy garnering fruits and vegetables
courtesy sweat equity
since we lack basic homesteading skills,
nor consider either of us
adequately financially solvent
to contact compatible intentional community
since requisite criteria
require a healthy monetary stash of money.
Unlikely substantial windfall will appear out of the blue,
nor grandiose wish to draw winning lottery ticket,
thus sobering truth to burnish marketable skills
finds me seek assistance
courtesy office of vocational rehabilitation in general
and counselor Donna Marchese in particular,
which most likely entails
securing training to learn Microsoft Office Applications.
More precisely, some familiarity exists
regarding understanding computer software
since admission of foolhardiness
now averred how countless golden opportunities
slipped thru these ofttimes sweaty fingers.
Though never successfully completed,
received funding back in the day from:
CETA, O(ffice) of V(ocational) R(ehabilitation)
twice before whereby
the former and/or latter program
allocated unspecified dollars
(poor Ray McNeil, the first OVR counselor,
whose tiresome love's labour's lost for naught)
in an effort to acquire gainful employment,
which in all honesty sabotaged
cause of that bugaboo severe social anxiety
more specifically diagnosed
as schizoid personality disorder;
no shame to admit mental health crisis.
The reason we love movie stars is simple,
they're the celluloid glitter of Hollywood,
and we place them high on pedestals
like porcelain figurines!
They are the performers of fantasy,
capable of playing any part or portraying any scene.
We can cause unknown stars to go supernova,
with millions of likes on our computer screens.
And we love to post epitaphs for fallen stars,
following a lingering trail of internet sparks!
Stars are today's wizards and witches, able to fascinate us,
acting out our worst nightmares
or fulfilling our fondest dreams.
We cling to climbing stars on the rise,
fueling their ascension
with enthusiastic applause!
For stars hold a magic sway over our hearts.
They whet our appetites for the ecstasy of love
while exposing our faults, over and over again.
They know us all too well!
Adoration is the lifeblood of stars
trying to gain enough mass appeal
to morph into overnight sensations.
Stars entertain our collective hearts
as villain or hero, it matters naught,
we love them all!
(Free Verse)
July 9, 2018