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I hardly recognize this
modern world
for it's changed so much
within my lifetime
I grew up
in a much different place
where people interacted
face to face
not through cutesy emojis
used in cyberspace
to express emotions on the internet
on such sites as Skype, Facebook, and Twitter
having never met
each other
in person
nor do they ever expect they ever will
for the meaning of a friend
has changed
to a numbers game
and how many likes you can collect over
other people competing
with you
on the cloud
meanwhile, the tactile feel of
a hardy handshake has all
but gone
the way of the dinosaurs
nowadays
[Smuppet is a word of my own creation. It’s a portmanteau
compiled from Social media puppet (or indeed, muppet). I
came up with it to describe a brainwashed smuppet on the
radio today, who said he won’t have the Covid jab because
he felt he was being told too, and also that vaccine ID cards
are an invasion of his privacy, his freedom and his human
rights... duh!]
*
You borrow a book so you show them a card
And you need a license to drive in your car
For overseas travel it’s probably best
To have a few jabs against some local pest
You enter a bar or a nightclub or two
And if you look young they want ID from you
The post office leaves a note if you are out
But without ID you are going without
If you have a job to do, that’s good for you
Security want your pass to let you through
And if you drive in there’s an app on your phone
That means you can park in the staff only zone
Well, Facebook and Tiktok and Instagram too
And PayPal and YouTube all know you are you
Some know where you are and some know where you’ve been
You’ve set up a world where you’re never unseen
At pop festivals they put bands on your wrist
To tell folk you’ve paid but a point you have missed
So, ’No covid vaccine: No ID,’ you’ve bragged
But all the above means you’re basically tagged
You preach to the world it’s a privacy dive
How awful that governments want you alive
Your arguments frankly are all but anomalous
When you claim your right to be Mr Anonymous
*
[I do, of course accept one’s right to refuse the jab
so long as the reasoning is sound]
Poetry interested me
In the least yesterday.
I did not pick up a pen.
I thought I would finish
My paintings, but I did not
Go near them.
Did not answer the phone
Either. People tried all day.
I had a full mailbox and 162
Facebook messages.
People were concerned.
People knew.
I was in a dark place yesterday.
I made a huge mistake. I stayed
Inside, holed up, boxed in by
Dark blinds, no color, no sun.
Alone in misery
After watching a TV show that
Showed an actual tape that horrified
All my senses of decency, and caused
Me to wallow in a dark dank place.
I hid out from my family and my friends.
When I get like this, I need you the most.
But you won’t have an inkling unless you
Catch a glimpse and my glimpses are
Kept under lock and barbed wire
In a dark soulless place.
A selfless cold angry place.
Come find me if you dare.
Force feed me the taste of your skin
‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart
even you will have to try hard……to save me now
I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions
as they devoured the subtle softness of me
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace
But too…you move to me
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down to a short golf course length
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago
The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love
We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces
and on each other on Facebook
Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread
Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened
to our lips
which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again
taste
smell
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self
Is it me you feared
as you said Good bye?
How little you know me
like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself
so my love knows no limit
my soul no separation
and my being no longing
What can I say
I don't receive it every day
Though I never check it
But once a year
So how would I know
If It was really there
Just like on Facebook as well
I never check my messages
Which irks my daughter to no end
Though I truly must confess
This is also the way of my house
As I watch the messages scroll
And I wonder should I answer it
By the time I figure out if I should
That number is surely gone from sight
It is no big thing to me though
My older sister used to go crazy
She would say how am I suppose
To get a hold of you in an emergency
I'd say because I hear the message
I most always keep the ringer off
Then I had the see through phone
So I just watched the lights go off
Maybe I will check my soup mail
more often than not
I wrote this last night because I checked my soup mail and seen there were 5 messages;
9/ 24- 25/ 12;30am 2012
I'm pretty sure I know their dirty little secrets
With Big Brother watching over me
And what I know you know that I can't keep it
Remember this in case tomorrow I'm history
U.F.O.' s are flying past my building
I see them wink, little men of green
It's time to foil up all my outside windows
Keep the gamma rays from infiltrating
And of the mailman I'm more than a bit leary
Letters and bills are not all that's in the post
A very good reason for most of today's junk mail
Is in the hiding of tiny microphones
When I head out to the grocery, people are awful friendly
Asking how I am, checking up on me
Pretty sure every one of them is a Russian agent
With that English accent down to a tee
When l'm alone at home doing daily dishes
I often hear strange voices gurgling from the sink
I'm always very quick to close the refrigerator
The other day I caught the honey ham glazing back at me
And all of this because I'm privy to their secrets
How do I know, my source's tell me so
If I told a few to you, you never would believe me
But then again there's just some things the common man should never know
I have a guy on Facebook that has gone over the edge with conspiracy theories that it borders on the absurd.
So what do I do about it? Write a poem of course! Duh!
@Bappa Mazumder
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Gazing early dawn, to be blooming soon
Night is still young, unending
Weather, the morning forecast predicted a rain, ensuing
And then, this will stop me from seeing you, a refrain
The city and the outskirt
A lot sits in between, in hindrance
And the present tense and
the erotic boy zone
wondering through Facebook, whats app for
a lover boon, millimeters to million, thriving.
I am a heritage queue, an odd audacity
I saw time, bygone, as t'was forthcoming
in a closed 'laptop'
I and my fanciful clouded entropy,
the flower vase embellishing the dawn
you and a warmth, adore
one step closer to the brim, ashore!
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Sue’s purchased a huge baked bean mountain,
There’s ninety six tin’s - she’s been countin'
From midnight to morn
She’ll toot like a horn
There’s a flatulent stench I’m not doubtin!
Her neighbours they sure are not smiling
They’ve noticed how Sue is stockpiling
By hoarding loo rolls
And pasta in bowls
A report on Facebook they’re compiling
She claims all these things are ‘for me’
But sells them for an inflated fee
There’s a massive amount
In her e-bay account
It’s selfish I think you’ll agree!
Fiction poem but having seen stuff for sale on E bay it does have a ring of truth to it
04/02/20
04/02/20
Face book is where you take a look
And read and read, like it is a book
Face book
Is by hook or crook
Like a fish being caught in a hook
Face book
A place where people keep up
With their friends
A place to make new friends through friends
A place where also some have met
Their END
Face book
An addiction for some
An Aphrodisiac it could become
How many friends you have
Can be shown as a total sum
Face book
A way to share your life
With only those who matters most
But everything has a price to pay
Do you give too many secrets away?
Those with eyes that can see right through
Are you satisfied with all who comes to know you?
Are you willing to share your most priceless gift and hit “send?”
To someone you may or not know to “add as your friend”?
Written by MJM 2011 Feb.
Don't you dare call my home,
I have no time for you.
Instead, our information we give out merrily,
To Google, Facebook and others unseen,
Of these...there is no lack.
Worse, we don't care if our cell phones
follow our tracks.
Nor hundreds of ad clicks, those monkeys
on our backs.
Clack, clack, clack.
Add the government who
follows your keystrokes.
And cameras taking our
pictures like paparazzi.!
Google filming your home?
Sometimes I feel like we
live in the land of the KGB
or Nazis.
But bent out of shape are we
by robo calls?
And never a thought how equally
robotic are we,
When we cannot leave our
own voice, God gave us on own
our phone.
So relatives can hear that
damnable robot message voice.
Hardly,a chance to rejoice!
As humans are replaced more
and more,
I helplessly try to stop this
and find it a joy to talk to a
human in any store.
If you can find one, not on a cell
phone,that is,
That's hardly a call for yet more
technological fizz.
People still need to earn a
living, robots do not.
The list is long with those
out of jobs,
As we have become such
technological snobs.
Oh~ my God!
Panagiota Romios
3/4/2019