Long Misinformation Poems
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In the realm of post-truth and misinformation,
We find ourselves adrift on a turbulent sea,
Deceit's waves rise, falsehoods obscure the sun,
Facts, like elusive phantoms, fade from view.
This treacherous current, a serpent coiled,
Around the pillars of reason, constricts our grasp,
Threatening to engulf our collective thought,
As we navigate murky waters of manipulation.
The lighthouse of objective reality stands,
Obscured by the fog of deceit, doubt's embrace,
Sirens of disinformation sing beguiling songs,
In this distorted reflection of truth, we dwell.
We, the sailors of the digital age, must wield,
The compass of critical thought to chart,
A course toward distant shores of clarity,
Across this tempestuous sea of ambiguity.
a strange sort of flow
comes with thoughts of long ago
spews a welcome glow
nostalgia may just soothe
when mixed with lies and half-truths
Hitler and his ilk
less troublesome than spilled milk
like Wendell Wilkes
slavery a slight bother
endorsed by founding fathers
a happy nation
few trials or tribulations
add more misinformation
ignore racial injustice
force the children to trust us
all Greenwood flattened
pretend it never happened
let's not be saddened
forget all those starved and bruised
that story is over used
no big mystery
we’ll sugar coat history
practice sophistry
let's deny the Holocaust
past transgressions should be lost
need new set of rules
ensure what is taught in school
makes nation look good
our kids do not need to know
repeating the past brings woe
Antisocial Media
By Mark D. Stucky
I remember the old days
when people only had friends
they’d actually met in person,
before “social media” seduced us,
and people became less social,
sitting alone and anonymous,
insulting strangers and neighbors,
tweeting threats and riotous rants,
multiplying misinformation,
damaging decency and democracy.
Antisocial media betrays us
and the original vision
of joining virtual hands
and singing “Kum Ba Yah.”
Did media change our culture
by clouding minds and hearts?
Or by unleashing demons
lurking among us all along?
(See also my poems "The Art of the Devilish Deal," "Tweeting the Truth in Love," "Hate Vacuuming?" and “What Would Jesus Tweet?")
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Kant komment keener
Loony labour greens and teals
Liberal loosers
Rorts and squeals..Alphabet soup
They they can't connect.'
Their voice was rejected.'
Whars up next?
Reckless toothles renewable fuels
Concocted by morons, and peddled
By fools.' Elbows comrades gather round
Theres Michelle Rowland as circus clown
The narrative of four years, now gossamer thin
They've got two legged spiders doing the spin'
Elbow's mates on the liberal bench, are there to
Pretend they oppose the wretch.' Whack a mole
Is his pol'o brother, don't cha know.' They often
Drink carrot juice together, they want to grow, better vision
Yet the people see.' They coulden't find sand in
Gibsons seas.' And beleive you me.' These gala's are
Wingless, even their jokes won't fly, so I have a suggestion
Maybe they'll try? Get round to kerrys double quick
Hes got some serum.' Thats good if your thick' it conferrs
Much wisdom and cures all i'lls even the neighbors are happy
When they see, youse take a good fill.' A dozen doses
And you'll both be right.' And chan't will likely be booking a midnight
Flight, I suggest Japan theres still some alive.' there he
Can get his 'stab on' geez i'm just lost for words inside' apart from
Advice on yabbie bait..' So get your sheeps heads in Canberra, for
They're the rankest i've ever smelled in a while old mates.!
Tik Tok
Clock is ticking for TikTok
under scrutiny due to data privacy violations,
mental health concerns, misinformation,
offensive content, and its role during the Israel–Hamas war.
—To Ban Or Not?
—World Warning
—Bring on propaganda
—China’s spy
Global investors —FBI
Campaign dependent target
Smartphone app hosts user-vids
user data collection by the Chinese government through ByteDance.
__Generation influence
—dance move platform
—Détente chaos
—70’ssSS
TickTock Times up!
Why the society doesn’t speak about
The persecuted children of Hindus in Pakistan
The persecuted children of Hindus in Bangladesh
The persecuted children of Sikhs in Afganistan
The persecuted children of Christians in Islamic state
The persecuted children of Yazidis in Iraq
The persecuted children of Persians in Iran
The persecuted children of Druze in Syria
The world doesn’t revolve around Gaza
Laced with fake news and misinformation
Jihadis play the victim-card with children on the pedestal of falsification
So, wake up world
And don’t get twirled
In the propaganda of false whirlwind
Lady Liberty Cries
I could be wrong, but I’m alarmed.
"Stop those refugees at the border,
They are poisoning our society.
They are cruel and such a bother.
How dare they corrupt our civility."
It seems these thoughts are alive,
Upon the harsh political winds,
Conquering through fear and distrust,
And drowning the good in all of us.
There are tears in Lady Liberty's eyes,
As an eerie pall falls over her light,
Must that glowing freedom lamp die?
Can freedom shine on that dark night?
Do we mock the gracious words at her feet:
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning
to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your
teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless,
tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside
the golden door?"
Have we snuffed out that light?
Have we closed that open door?
Are we no longer compassionate,
To those who long to be free?
Are the sacrifices we must make,
Too harsh that others must lack.
Have we accumulated so much stuff?
Has sharing become repulsive?
Have we forgotten our history,
Taking land from Indigenous tribes,
Who more than most lived free,
In a land of plenty under spacious skies?
Are we the nation of the innocent,
Bearing no collective quilt or wrong?
Is the beam in our nation's eye so large,
That we can't see another's plight?
Such thoughts and actions did yesteryear,
Would have turned masses away.
So great a catastrophe would mean,
That most of us would not be here today.
Immigrant strength built this nation.
Its worth is seen from shore to shore
In the name of human respect and love,
We must maintain the light and open the door.
Immigration and hatred isn't a wise mixture,
For people who seek freedom from tyranny.
Patient wisdom by leaders is paramount,
To dry the tears in Lady Liberty's eyes.
Then again, I could be wrong or misinformed.
Others make an engaging rebuttal against
My views and beliefs, but what is the truth?
In this age of information, misinformation flows.
Yet, I see a weeping Lady at America's door.
Never seen her shed tears like this before.
Are they tears for freedom's goodbyes?
I get nervous when Lady Liberty cries!
A friend once said to me in the most underweighted way he could have used this truth
which made it carry even more weight if you can believe that, maybe you had to be there
either way let me go ahead and share this little gem i wouldn't want to be uncouth
"Today's expectations are tomorrows resentments" Yea it hit me hard to, i sware
Now i have heard some good ones and keep them in my pocket for the right occasion
cause words have no weight unless you speak them in the right order at the right time
so that the hallucination it invokes resonates with the moment in time the kind of delivery that
receives a standing ovation
it doesn't have to be parable or rhyme, but it helps if its catchy but its ok if it's not a chime
the goal is to inspire wisdom through short meme like quips
which is especially relevant in today's 30 second of clip world
Its rare a actual deep conversation on a single subject doesn't slip
into the rabbit hole where a table sits and hot tea is poured
Truth is not the point today only what readers can weave into their ideas
willing to make a stand on misinformation because the abundance of lies
that the internet shows truth can be whatever you want to believe and say it is
I mean it can't accept alternative facts the most unwise ever spoken, truth dies
Are expectation to be right and find truth on are computers is great now
the resentment will come if people ever take the time or get the intelligence to see the scam
a country where the president's words can change the Dow and insider trading is allowed
among politicians and no one seems to notice or give a damn
So i still say The problem with the world today is to many belief-based facts
not enough fact-based beliefs
maybe i am just throwing pearls when acorns will do.
but a man can dream
though it might cost him his life if tells it to anyone
No Respite
No respite for one who comes as broken as I am
Quietly contrite I passively question the morality of man
Without delight I mention that it’s possible to take a stand
It’s close to midnight in this retention of knowledge that I must understand
Imitations of insight upon a doom scroll feed
Insinuations that are so light they are starting to demean the need
Continuations that were once so bright they outshine the rich man’s greed
Permeatations of respite that teach you to pay good heed
Collaborations of misinterpretations that express myopic predispositions
Configurations of conversations that come about through premonitions
Considerations of constellations that create a cosmic vision
Coagulations of ruminations that require surgical incisions
Remonstrations of argumentative consumerist logic and belief
Demonstrations of competitive ludicrous mischief
Elevations of repetitive mutinous displays that make you consult the chief
Degradations of contemplative luminous thoughts compelled by grief
Indignation of insubordination that burns just like a scalpel
Abdication of misinterpretation that takes you back to the chapel
Escalations of captivations that burn the Tower of Babel
Desperation of aspiration that only wants to come across as stable
Outrageously aggrieved by the injustice of the systems broken administration
Courageously deceived by the
Latest over saturated celebration
Contagiously conceived by a mind that deals in annexations
Rampageously received by this global age of constant misinformation
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
On the news today
The headline storyline was presented
and reported as follows
In Liverpool today some local right wing
protestors who's arms are up in flame's
replacing pitchforks for placards
Which was later retracted in place
of rabble of lawless youths one as
young as just age 15
Causing and terminating in a riot
and remonstrating outside a 4 Star
Hotel
Currently turned into a hostel or facility
to accommodate Asylum seekers
Because and due to according to official
press releases and reports
Misinformation being posted on social
media platforms
Which left the male only residents inside
traumatized and fearing for their own
safety and lives
So much so they do no longer wish to
stay as are now so fearful to even
contemplate leaving the confinement
of the building let alone venturing outside
Now it all depends on what and which
you as individual choose to be believe
As everything unless you were actually
there to witness it with your own eye's
and for yourself
You have no choice unless you know
someone who was actually there
But to take onboard the way it is
reported by the news media believing
they are holy trustworthy
Like in the aftermath the very next day
a reporter is stood outside interviewing
One of the Asylum seekers describing
exactly how bad it actually was and the
general mood and feeling amongst
those inside
With not a scowl but rather a broad
smile seemingly more than willing
actually happy to be interviewed
With what appeared to look like or
be a backpack as if he was just off
out for a morning strole to the shops
for the maybe daily milk or bread
Not someone in fear all dressed up
well prepared in expectations of an
impending fight
And granted that I did not see the
contents of hidden inside his bag
I'll have to rest my case
Otherwise I am in fear of falling into
the same category of what the media
do ever so well
Like insinuating presuming and making
things up as I go
And never letting the truth get in the
way when trying to embellish and
over egg a story