Long Internet Poems
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Let people be—the world shrinks
with internet access, genuine connection
is rare.
none of us is who we claim
we walk, talk, write
mostly in clichés with
breathtaking phrases we
para-plagiarize unknowingly.
most of what we do lacks purpose
the problem, as I see it: too much
focus on another's porridge
not enough care on the hungry
human bidding for connection.
maybe they started with an AI handshake
fixing grammar, or their confidence
how is your dog threatened?
what is this race? can you articulate
your itch, scratch some compassion
off your backside full of insincere rage
in the name of artistic integrity?
no shade, we've all been there,
hot takes aren't wrong
just incomplete, one-dimensional
slices angled to amuse bored strangers
chasing a boogeyman for an imaginary win
on the internet.
spoiler alert, losing the plot like this
makes it tough to spot the bad guy.
Frost wasn't the first to find
two roads where snow fell
long before a self-centered poet
stood cold.
tend your side of the forest
avoid contests with borrowed words
but if you enter a collaboration, I'll cheer
your trophy as loud as mine.
which means I'll likely not mention it
if you know me—I'm loathe
to leave comments,
not for lack of seeing the talent or
appreciating recognition,
but like my poetry, I fear
misunderstanding.
Let their hearts melt.....
Abba, Father, I ask of thee~
To disconnect humans from the Internet tree.
That they may see beside themselves
And see you are the center of the
universe,
Not their selfish philosophy "it's all
about me!"
I have tried in vain to communicate
this....
All I get is Satan's fiery fist.
Had you died on the earth today,
Nobody would have cared!
So deeply are Satan's hoofs entrenched
In their brains.
So help me live through this day
And live no more in utter dismay.
Help me to clearly remember,
You are coming back for me.
And to study your word and
And to act.....accordingly.
Panagiota Romios
4/8/2019
Those days when friends were crystalline true?
I certainly do and oh, the pain of
that remembrance, makes be blue.
Whom can I trust when the sun doth
in its crimson bed set?
To whom, open this broken heart to let?
The internet is a cold, two-edged, very
sharp knife.
Not to live on, nor trust if you want
a fully~ satisfied life.
Let’s see the courageous souls who
can reply to this poem.
It will make most, itch, quirky and roam!
People prefer to run and hide, if they
have an issue with you.
Why is direct communication a thing
here a matter so eschewed?
*This is my point of you. It need not be yours.*
3/21/2022
Damn solar flares made me freak out
Swallowed my gum and made me choke
Up the proverbial creek without a paddle
Think I soiled my jockeys, no joke
Envisioned I was going to lose all my data
Doomsday was hanging over my head
My sweetie hid the crow bars and hammers
Feared I'd bash my head until dead
Turned out to be not quite that serious
Lost the Internet for just a couple of hours
Happened when I was having some fun
Curled up in the corner and cowered
But I'm okay now, thank you for asking
Though I'll probably never be quite the same
Now I back up every twenty-three seconds
Modern technology's a scary game
©Jack Ellison 2012
If the internet goes down completely, one hundred percent never to come back again,
Will we be able to move on?
How?
Will we have to go outside again and speak to our neighbors? Making them our friends?
Because our computer friends will all be gone?
Will we have to write letters to our computer friends?
But without addresses, this is impossible, right?
If the internet goes down
Never to ever be revived
Will we spend time listening to our children?
Getting to know our spouses?
Trying to understand our in-laws?
If the internet goes down, will we learn to be human again?
Will we learn to listen?
Will we learn to communicate with the ones who live in our houses?
If the internet goes down?
Knowledge is power, they say...
Some of which I seek each day.
Whenever I have the chance...
With more than a simple glance,
I make a temporary stay.
Internet is the main source...
Seeming of endless enforce.
Merely just a simple word
Makes the unknown less absurd...
Search engine which runs its course.
Another is within a book...
Read into with in-depth look.
Facts abundant with their theories,
Answers to questions and queries...
Recipes of mental cook.
Opinions, input of a peer...
There to discard or hold dear.
I open to conversation...
Possibly, its information
Could make the uncertain clear.
In a school or on the street...
Driving vehicles, on my feet.
Lecture given in a lesson,
Sessions ripe with said confession...
Knowledge given in its feat.
Experience from parts of life
Both placid and full of strife.
What can be helped or cannot...
Retained or simply forgot.
Sometimes, it cuts like a knife.
Gained in trying something new...
Taking risks and pushing through.
In the instance of a fear,
Faced could see it disappear...
Epiphany possible too.
Knowledge there for me to earn...
Dependent on my concern.
As I make my way throughout
What remains of life, no doubt
I will aspire to live and learn.
I think I’ll like my status
Who’s with me?
Facebook’s overrated
Full of fake peeps,
But they live in the real world
two faced boys and girls
Scared reputations will spoil
when employers on the prowl,
Looking for something appalling
to pull you from the pack
interviewed well but falling
through Facebook crap
They all know it’s fake you see
yet an extension of your cv
silly ideas say it reflects facilities
when in fact it isn’t me
A poet so out of line with common
when I come on I mock the book
I mean come on is it cool to log on
acting ideals when we know your look
You must have misunderstood
if you’re judging private and professional
you've a scope which is just no good
illegitimate selfish lies laid by tools
You think there’s proof of the character in the profile
when the picture's photoshopped
I think truth stares back in a false style
which can’t be topped
Facebook tells of the happy side
it’s a whole picture lie
don’t think you can see inside
when half is denied
I'm being totally serious
they take Facebook too serious
if they think they see clear in us
our way from a status
Please hear my greetings from earth to you,
wherever in this great Cosmos you may be.
My world has skies that can change their hue,
but mostly they appear blue like the sea.
This earth is graced by types of terrain
varying greatly according to the region.
For miles you might travel on a vast plain
or find yourself in woods where trees are legion.
We have areas where often it gets hot
and places where always it is cold.
Some places are hilly. Some are not.
Some cities are modern; others are really old.
Our rivers are many. To oceans they flow.
As humans, we revel in types of water play.
On tours of other countries we may go.
Mostly in our own homes we like to stay.
We love the cultures to which we belong,
eating typical food and living in different ways.
But modern internet has made connections strong,
We can fly across our planet within days.
How lovely is earth whether mountainous or flat;
whether green with grass or a desert brown.
A beach by water – my favorite is that!
Should you come in peace, I invite you to come down.
Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.
Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and hashtags swirl,
foreign disinformation trends as fast as it’s purled.
In lunch halls, real conversations take rest,
as influence is sought—in hoity-toity, binary quest.
Friends are backdrops—originality in short supply
as likes and shares make our dopamine fly.
America’s zombies, though *********** drained,
shuffle endlessly on, with Wi-Fi stimulated brains.
Once the land of the free, we’re now the land of tech
with minds wrecked by truths unchecked.
As we rock and sway—the new robot way—
will our old, analog-republic simply fade away?
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Songs for this:
Airhead by Thomas Dolby
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_01.mp3
Well maybe I should apologize
Maybe using free verse on the internet
Isn't the best way to vent my health
But its just the facts man like officer Friday on dragnet
I cant really help the misspelling
And dont I truly wish I had the talent I use to
Thats why I'm on her I guess you could say I'm dwelling
In the past picking at scars until they bleed and thats a mental cue
I hope one day I can prove what I say
But every since I started on here I just been chasing
Poems I already wrote but some one took away
The last of the revised the only link I had to my self before the third eye its hard calcified casing
Of course I cant remember then
Just like these I just put them down off the top of my head
And I won't clown well not in all of them
But I was good why else would people take them
Some days my crazy is worse than others
But I did the research facility thing qnd there 32 drugs a day
That is not something that makes one better and it causes anyone around them to admit it bothers
He went from up and down to q soulless variety of drugs he is today
But I really am serious about that I say
Its so possible if people would get past
The bull they participate in every day
Maybe things important would start to last
Anyway its been fun to pass the time
I won't kill the time again you stay if you want
But I have this game to end just me and the divine
But I am steal im the dark maybe by design