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Born in the 80’s you played in the street
Born in the 90’s you played sat in a seat
90’s grew up with the internet
the 80’s born didn’t have it yet
The changes are unimaginable
what you have we never had at all
Computers were for geeks
they were not used by athletes
We had television schedules
if you missed it that’s your fault
This world is one that’s instant
We lived in a world that isn’t
Technology advanced so far
from back then to where we are
Being 12 in two thousand and two
is so far from 92
85 to 99 generation millennials
But 80’s kids and 90’s kids
are different individuals
Out of order is my pc
Awful thing to happen to me
I try to judge poetry contests
Impossible on iPhone I confess
Admin says soup made for computers
Makes me feel like a big fat loser
Indeed I lost fuchsia flexibility
Lost files in my purple cemetery
That’s where in my old files
I saved old trash poem piles
Poems gone before saved to iCloud
They weren’t good but I miss them now
For they were like mind flowers
Some weak discreet some with power
I guess they are also like a diary
Full of secrets writes wrongs dreams
Out of order no television or pc
I’ve a phone a home and peace
Within 12 months, I met two fine individuals.
They both appeared to be gentlemen,
Not an inappropriate word or behaviour towards me.
Surprisingly, they both appreciated the same rare quality in women.
I learned that from their own statement.
One thing they have in common,
They both were too shy to say goodbye.
One even could not spare the word "Good night".
Amayzingly, one friendship lasted six months,
The other six days only.
They both alienated me for no apparent reasons.
Was I such a horrible person?
Did I not deserve at least simple words,
Of "Hello" and then "Goodbye".
That would be nice. Only they knew why.
I wished they could be kind,
To let me know by one way or another,
Spare me from wondering.
I did not need their friendships,
If that was what they wanted.
I never asked them for anything,
Just friendship and travelling companionship respectively.
One thing I wished they did not mean.
When they told me,
They did not get on well with their mother,
That reminded me a childhood's lullaby,
"The world greatest love for a child,
Was having their mother by their side.
A child has a mother,
Like a person has the treasures in their life."
To me, a child was, is and will always be
A child in their mother's eyes.
Maybe, the world has changed,
People love and treasure internet and computers,
All the electronic and A.I. devices.
Nothing valuable as it was.
I felt so sorry for them,
Somehow they lost their mother's love,
Broke the relationship with her,
Before they found their partner's.
One of them produced videos via internet
To raise his voice of justice.
The other published his books,
Which were available for sale.
They both speak, read and write perfect English,
They both promised to help me,
They both disappeared,
And they both equally deserved,
To have a happy family and wonderful life.
I sincerely thanked them both for indirectly involved in my poetry's journey.
One inspired me to write
Andand the other introduced me to a poetry's website.
Thank you guys. Let me say proper Goodbye.
Okay...
I've just finished another masterpiece
I go and hit submit
This shouldn't take very long now
Before the comments come rushing in
Okay...
It's been a couple minutes now
And I haven't gotten one
Is there anybody awake at this time
Can't they see what it is I've done
1) Do you think that they still like me?
2) Do they even know I'm here?!
3) Did I post my poem at the right time?!!
4) Did I make the writing clear?!!!
5) Could the site be on the blink?!!!!
6) Are the worlds computers down?!!!!!
7) Did I miss the second coming?!!!!!!
8) Is there anyone around?!!!!!!!!
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
Okay...
I'll check it once again
Is this the third or thirtieth time
My mind can not comprehend it
Are all these people blind
Okay...
Now I'm on the check it 30 second cycle
It's a crazy loop I'm spinning in
Pretty sure I wouldn't be here though
If someone would please comment
Form:
You'll All Know When I Die.
Ya wanna know why?
Because I possess what many would see as amazing abilities,
but these abilities of mine can be attained by anybody
who takes the time to learn, practice and read.
Do you know that I can trace any computer users actual physical locality?
I never would but I could easly.
It's as easy as tracing a phone call with Caller ID.
There isn't a system that any computer hacker can't infiltrate easily,
but there are precautions one can take for their computer's and their own personal safety.
For example use public computers at varying different localities
and that will make a computer hacker stalker's finding you an impossibility.
There is also out there a lot of diversion computer technology.
This will keep any hacker too occupied to get a fixed trace temporarily.
Log off within a specific time period and the hacker's trace will end unsuccessfully.
Which brings me back to the beginning, You'll All Know When I Die
because when I know it's all over for me, I'm gonna leave you all with a great surprise.
It's time for a Revolution in my once great country
being destroyed by political bureaucrats and corporations motivated by greed,
so just before I die for all of you I will leave
a new beginning for my once great magnificent country.
I will infiltrate the IRS computer system with a virus successfully
and wipe out every social security number of every citizen in the country.
You can then all not pay your taxes without fear of losing your assets and property.
Of course all this information can eventually be retrieved
but it will take generations for our government to achieve.
I only hope that my parting gift will be a rebirth and not destruction of my country,
but if something doesn't change soon in my once great country
The United States of America will self destruct anyway eventually.
Do you think that our ancestral cave people had dreams of cars?
Did their hearts leap a bit when they stared up at stars?
Would the brightest of the bright envision their family flying in the air?
Can you imagine if they awoke today and saw computers?
Would I-phones scare them?
Would our social isolation be any different than their former lives?
Did they develop language on purpose or accidentally?
Could it possibly have been developed by children, stolen by their parents?
Were cave walls parading around in their dreams?
Did their imaginations develop a fear of monsters?
Were they concrete thinkers, dreaming of nothing at all?
Or maybe only of their next kill?
Were their grunts developed progressively?
With inflections easily understood by others?
Did they make fun of the one who tried to draw pictures on cave walls?
Were they superstitious? Did they believe in an afterlife?
I wonder what they would think of computers.
Or sitting in the dark, staring at a backlit screen?
It might possibly seem normal to them.
times were so very different
when I was growing up
till age nine I lived in a small town
my grand-mother just a short walk away
relatives were local and
huge get-togethers the norm
they were always joyful occasions
suddenly we uprooted
and moved to the country
leaving city life five hundred miles away
can you even imagine
a world without cable
color televisions or computers
electric games or email
pinterest or facebook
can you even imagine
snail mail being our only means
to keep in touch with
faraway family and friends
strangely they seemed
a lot closer in our hearts
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TO BE YOUNG AGAIN~ 2023
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
When I was teenboy, nothing else mattered
Than making out in the back of a Chevy
With a gorgeous young hottie with boobs to die for
Breathing became rather heavy
Now I'll try to behave coz the censors are watching
And your computers will probably short circuit
With the powers vested in me, I'll try to behave
But it'll be quite a challenge I'll admit
All my many friends I have here on the Soup
Are aware of my penchant for the naughty stuff
After all what's life about but to wiggle and jiggle
While parading around town in the buff
So far the censors haven't any reason to complain
I've been relatively prim and proper
But I sure can't keep this up indefinitely though
I'll blow a gasket as I get all hot and bothered
Eventually though, I catch hold of myself
Since a teenboy, I've actually learned self-control
Can now walk down the street without molesting girls
And the drooling I've controlled on the whole
So in closing I'll say this, my very good friends
There should be a law that allows us guys
The freedom to molest hot voluptuous young fillies
And make out in the back of a Chevy as a prize
© Jack Ellison 2016
What kinds of measures are used,
When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.
Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern culture,
Like computers and other technology coming fast.
It seems to me that when weighing these values,
Simple basics can be balanced on the plates.
Where doing unto others, as to you is golden,
But those deeds differ through many debates.
Much of our morality has roots, from demagogs to
Demigods, as they would champion our cause.
Yet those didn't consider much of a future,
While millennia passed on historic flaws.
Ultimately, this question must be answered,
Because the solutions define character for each and all.
Where any good must be heavy-handed,
And we can progress beyond a crawl.
He was not green not green at all
Trim and slim he was rather tall
His skin was more of a reddish-brown
His hair was pitch black with a pointed crown
Pleasant enough of a fellow I suppose
We notice each foot had just three toes
His hands were large and his fingers long
He was nice and pleasing but just did not belong
His voice was high pitch but sounded soft
The dust in the air made him sneeze and cough
His body seemed smooth no hair on sight
He enjoyed the shade and avoided direct sunlight
Large oval emerald embers of purest sight
His eyes had transparent lenses that for him seem right
If he looked at you and blinked his lens then eyes
You stood staring back hypnotize strangely paralyzed
His stomach was flat with the belly button gone
To us earth kids that was just plain wrong
His legs were long and skinny and seem to shine
We thought his skin secreted a secret slim
He was nice enough and always learned fast
Academically he surged to the head of the class
He excelled in computers science and math
When he smiled the girls blushed the boys laughed
He tried to be friendly but would not play outside
His tiny nose always in a book he became ostracize
Always helping teachers he became their favorite pet
When we saw his tail he was dubbed Martian Rat
His ears were almost nonexistent but hearing keen
He heard our thoughts he knew everything
We plotted to get him outside and whip his butt
But he knew our every move so we finally gave up
Slowly but surely we all came around
And he became the most popular boy in town
He told tales of heroes slaying dragons of Mars
He told journeys and dreams beyond the stars
He never liked winter hated the snow
The poor boy just really couldn't handle the cold
Summers and falls to him seem all right
Spring with thunder storms gave him the fright
He was the first boy amongst us to kiss a girl
Hot Holly by golly gave him a whirl
We all played indoors to be by his side
The feelings of yesterday we all denied
Than just like that Yarn was gone
His family went back to were they belong
We felt betrayed and misunderstood
We lost a friend and did the best we could
Late at night a group of us looked up to the sky
Was Yarn looking down to us from way up high?
Worlds apart but we become close yet he left so far
We miss our friend two big hearts within the boy from Mars