Long Electronic Poems
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Invasive...a technological storm that reigns
Voices of the rapist silent sound is its name
Unwillingly...there is nothing here left to explain
Monitored remotely by those who laugh at the shame
Individuality...split into so many different things
Riding the waves of torture upon electronic wings
Remembering...all that is lost this song I sing
Taken from you today what tomorrow never brings
Insistent…all the demands that fill your mind
Remembering to remember only if let to remind
Harassing…this electronic torture is so blind
Life looking for a tormentor that you'll never...
ever...
find...
bmdavey@10/7/19
POLLY WANT A CRACKER??
…and so they play
political musical chairs
uncostumed clowns
scampering about
like children,
pushing and shoving
accusing all
of acting like them.
Passing electronic notes
for all to see
while accusing others
of “leaking” information.
Feigning indignation
at the behavior
of their adversaries,
grandstanding before
a shepherdless congress,
Milling about the political
dog park sniffing and barking
leaving a mess for others
to clean up after them.
Pointing fingers and questioning
all but themselves,
entrenched in the idiocy
of egotism’s swamp.
Removed from the realm
of reality’s wretchedness
they sashay about throwing
other peoples coins
into the wishing wells
of beggar’s dreams.
They dine within hearing
of the rumbling bellies
of the hungry, the shuffling
footsteps of the homeless,
the emptiness of the addicts
desperation, discussing “programs”
and “initiatives”, form “committees”
to “study” the “problem”.
The nation is on the operating table
and they, the “doctors”
will walk out of the “operating” room
for a six week “recess”.
Most of those they claim
to represent haven’t had “recess”
since the fourth grade.
And “We the people”
put up with it,
are responsible for it
for we have become
a mindless rabble
clawing at each other
fighting over the table scraps
thankful for a band-aid
waiting to catch a glimpse
of the “Royal Court” and its
niggardly“ courtesans.
7/31/2017
submitted to – POLLY IN POLITICS – Poetry Contest
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
i could stay up all night with you and the pleasure of your company
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are on vacation in the moment that we create
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
all electronic devices are off and we just converse freely and gladly
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are immune to all and everything that causes unneeded stress and strife
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
we eat our seafood casserole, texas toast, corn on the cob, and zuppa toscana
with smiles that are wholesome and laughter that is full lie out bellies
we fall asleep knowing, but we choose to ignore the inevitable
A happier couple, you could never see.
One blessed day, they would be three.
They'd enjoy a picnic in a park or beach,
Joe and his wife, Molly, a lovely peach.
I would say their lives were very much in check
'Til the day Joe became obsessed with tech.
"Where's our simple life?", Molly would sigh,
"Before electronic gadgets and AI?"
Soon, digital tools would run their life.
Molly was no longer a happy wife.
Joe spent all the money in the cookie jar
To put AI in his TV, watch and car.
Then, these two could never be alone,
Each accompanied by an intelligent phone.
Even their fridge had something to say
As it monitored their diets night and day.
All Joe's devices networked as a team -
To improve the couple's lives, their scheme.
They, of course, knew exactly what to do -
They had more brain power than these two.
This system started acting somewhat strange
As their lives, it would upgrade and change.
Even the navigator on Joe's new car,
Instead of home, drove to his favorite bar.
His phone called Molly to duly report
Joe was having fun with a blonde escort.
The refrigerator told Joe to discard
Conventional wisdom and eat more lard.
The thermostat set itself way up high -
In bed, Mollie would at a distance, lie,
While her phone whispered in her ear,
"You look so lovely tonight, my dear."
Did I say that Joe and Molly would be three?
Did I tell you if he bought a warranty?
What did they get for all the things Joe bought?
A new boy - a beeping baby robot!
Dictionary in hand Bobbies
manned state of the spy craft created
strategic peripheral outposts
a comma dated,
(sans syntax garnered monies) equated
justifiable to build galley ma free
Highland Manor wing - feted
via "FAKE" glitterati
creating surreptitious hated
surveillance monitor ring, which insulated
decked out starry eyed Starship
Enterprise surprise rated,
as an unbelievable well Spock kin
Duplicated Star Trek venerated
popular culture science fiction set piece,
where elderly residents waited
this other worldly architectural phenomenon
didst immediately outshine by alight
year among the original seven wonders
of the world prominant
as a buck toothed over bite
yet, didst camouflage top secret AngloSaxon
incognito missionaries delight
upholding correct language usage,
Thence trumpeting amidst
nonchalant onlookers as excite
mint hinted grammarians with listening devices
some flying unseen
as period size drones taking flight
other more sophisticated
electronic accouterments
dolled, gussied, issued with apostrophe
shaped flower buds scaling height
of cerulean sky, where blinding light
of a solar ellipsis, thus
arousing no discovered night
gallery suspicion during
feted occasion rife with polite
"FAKE" markedly questionable legatees quite
suitable asper The Art Of The Deal during
ribbon cutting ceremony,
and after words right
ting up citations slyly
slipped under windshield wipers
as the madding massed crowdsource,
would take dispersed out of sight
nonetheless echoes plenti chutzpah left
English figures of speech
uttering unstinting (quote unquote)
premature ejaculations,
eh so blandly trite
non-sequitur visited
by thee epic of Gilgamesh
for a dangling participle
during the split infinitive Sumer season
(exclamation point) no more to write!
Everybody has a story to tell
Publishers put the pages together to sell
Leather bounded and sewn
Message marketed over the phone
It takes days to years
Sweating blood emotional tears
A package arrives in the author’s mail
Books for donation or sale
A commentary on life shared
Creative interpretation setting off an understanding flare
No one gets hurt in fictional genre
Dropping subtle hints entertaining with drama
Is there a problem?
We do not know
Compose a story and let the angry discussion go
Expressing opinions in a debate
Could solve a situation creating the hate
Started by a mistake
Needing to be made straight
Acting like a safety basin
Novelist issues are ray sin
An antagonist with an evil glow
Displaying topics letting the pages flow
Next time a reader encounters a piece
Sit back and enjoy the typing tease
Put the red pen down
Listen to the writer’s sound
Contents on the electronic paper counts
Especially when the tension mounts
After closing a book
Digesting the meal from the penning cook
Exercising intellectual concern
Working out when the lesson is learned
A healthy imagination a must
When developing fantasy based on trust
S_ A_ H_ born...
twenty three years ago
today February 4th, 2022
begat about nine months prior,
approximately late April/early May 1998,
she exited thru fully dilated cervix
10 centimeters or just under 4 inches
immediately cherished as a precious gift
her radiant pink flesh did healthily glow
despite developmental delay
observed during babyhood stage,
blessed timely intervention
hallelujah to countless social services
helped bring her up to speed
and in accordance with average statistics
pertaining to population of girls
at various ages of her life
most vital metrics indicated she did grow,
and matured into an attractive young lady
now mindful (courtesy common sense
and valuable life lessons)
said offspring quite aware the necessity
to comply with status quo
unlike this nonestablishmentarian papa,
who frittered away priceless time show
wing measly abysmal track records
regarding academic and employment, though
not necessarily criminal, I barely lived
analogously solely placing big toe
within streaming rush of opportunities
upon reflection, I experience woe.
Thank you immeasurably youngest daughter
valuable Shayna Punim
beloved gifted progeny bold
coaching, daring, encouraging... herself
whether the weather hot or cold
to take positive growth risks
you count as more precious
than fine spun gold
enhancing mein kampf,
whose absence warrants
birth mama or papa to hold
our darling offspring,
when she clamors for attention,
yet prohibitive physical distance
renders impossible mission
to proffer sought after nurturing,
hence the best attempt to lyft
your spirits (if sagging)
finds me driving in one direction
across information superhighway insync with
electronic uber global positioning satellite
merely wishing ye happy birthday
now intent to email thee told.
YOU GO GIRL!
THE BANKSTERS LAUGHED WHEN THEY HEARD THE PLAN.
THIS PLAYED RIGHT IN TO THEIR HANDS.
DOES CRYPTOCURRENCY EVEN EXIST?
IS THIS SOMETHING I CAN GRIP IN MY FIST?
A CASHLESS SOCIETY, A MAGNIFICENT PLAN.
STEAL YOUR EARNINGS BECAUSE THEY CAN.
DON'T BUY SILVER DON'T BUY GOLD.
IT'S NOT MONEY THE SHEEPLE WERE TOLD.
THE SHEEPLE RUSHED IN TO BE THE FIRST IN LINE.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF. THEY DONE LOST THEIR MINDS.
PAY WITH YOUR PHONE. PAY ONLINE.
WITH CRYPTO CASH YOUR BOUND TO SAVE TIME.
BOUND WAS THE WORD. THEY WERE BOUND FOR SURE.
PLAYED LIKE SUCKERS WHO SWALLOWED THE LURE.
THE SHEEPLE WERE HOOKED, THEY HAD NO CHOICE.
THE BANKSTERS PLAN, HAD A GOVERNMENTS VOICE.
THEN ONE DAY, IT WAS GONE OVER NITE.
DON'T EVEN CRY FOUL, YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT.
IT WAS ALL ELECTRONIC. WITH NO PAPER TRAIL.
THE SHEEPLE WERE FORCED INTO PAYING THE BAIL.
WITH A FLIP OF THE SWITCH, THE CRYPTO WAS GONE.
JUST LIKE THE BANKSTERS PLANNED ALL ALONG.
TO THE BANKSTERS MY FRIENDS, WE ARE DEBT SLAVES
YET, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THAT WAY.
SILVER BARS YOU CAN GRIP WITH YOUR FIST.
SHOW THE BANKSTERS AND WATCH THEM GET PISSED.
SILVER EAGLES ARE LEGAL TENDER.
FORCE THE BANKSTERS TO TAKE NOTE AND SURRENDER.
05202017
Under a State of Emergency
California Inferno
We thought 113 degrees was so bad?
Now people and pets have to run for their lives!
Whilst we sit cooly in out poetic
dives!
So absorbed in this community of
electronic society?
Looking out my window, seeing yellowed skies.
Full of smoke and debris,
Best stay indoors, highly advised.
Northern California, we are taking
a big hit!
Thanks to the fury of lightning, which dry brush
and trees took afiery hit.
Vacaville, Fairfield, Napa being evacuated.
It's frightening to be living here.
Once a free- thinking state that
I held so very dear.
To be in the middle of the virus
and people running for their lives,
Makes me want to take my cat,
a few things.
But, I ask..where is there to hide?
August 19, 2020
3pm PST
Digital High Definition
Electronic chips
Evolution that revolves
Cyber elevation
Apple revolution
Sophisticated and Simplified
Technological breakthroughs
IMAC unit
Impact sensation
Through the wide screen providing loads of information
Wireless detail into the generation of tomorrow that is here today
Navigation Frontier
What the IMAC can create from the mind behind the imagination Theory
Testing computing
Old phase no more
Those days of Dinosaur computer ventures became historical to new
Advances
Thirst for technological approaches into ridges of tomorrow
Days of Star Trek
Going beyond where man has never gone before
Determination put into action
Essence golden
Beyond the Limitations
Liftoff into new journeys not seen
IMAC on track
No explanation needed
Pure fact.