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POEM BASED ON AN OLD JOKE
A village copper was on his beat
When he saw a parked car rocking
The rate that it was moving
It really was quite shocking
The windows were steaming up
He flashed his torch through the window
A couple were on the backseat
The ladies legs were all a kimbo
The guy winds down the car window
Saying I’m with my dance partner Fran
We’re trying to perfect the Tango
We do it wherever we can!
The copper goes about his duties
Later he comes across the same car
It was parked around the corner
The ‘dancers’ hadn’t moved too far
Again the car was rocking
This time to a latin beat
The pace of it was shocking
again the couple were on the back seat
So he taps upon the window
This time the lady pops up her head
She says we’re practising the Foxtrot
I must perfect my moves with Fred
The copper says he will be on his way
As he gets a mobile phone call
The couple climb into the front seat
Hoping their engine doesn’t stall
A little while later he sees the same car
It is rocking at an alarming rate
There's condensation running down the windows
The occupants he is about to berate
So he bangs upon the window
Saying I bet you're doing the Bossanova
The red faced girl says no officer -
I'm doing the boss a favour!
7/28/18
It's a week ago tomorrow since
I ventured to our nearest major city
What a contrast from my home refuge
full of trees a creek, my land exudes tranquility
Am I the one that that's mad
the one who' is quite unstable??
I am seated at a cafe a juice is in my hand
I spot an ordering QR code stuck on a nearby dining table
Am I the one naive
mortified by this crazy world?
I shake my head in horror
at what technology has unfurled
I used to think that television
was the worst invention ever
But no This mobile phone it's streets ahead
at achieving a mind control endeavour
I look around see all these "families" sitting all together but separated
EACH and EVERY ONE the eyes and mind are focused on their individual mobile screen
Conversation ?? What's that? Then some "food" arrives. Shoved inside the mouth
Do they know what"s been delivered? Has this "food" even been seen?
So I walk to my intended destination, so many pedestrians
only one arm swinging, only one hand free
The other hand enclosed around a mobile phone this instrument that handcuffs the mind
I suspect it's probably glued there , Tarzans Grip ??? Forever! Permanently!
Now what about this Nodder?? This upright creature is it a foraging bird?
NOOOOO!!! It's a weird head bobbing pedestrian, bows intermittently
to watch this thing glued inside the hand
This crazy odd society , it is really so absurd
WHEW!!!!! FINALLY!!! I"m Back home Absorb the peace the solitude the glory of nature
Pray that there are many days before I need to return to that crazy insane city
The adrenalin rush. it finally has subsided, the nerves have settled down
Feeling safe, feeling blessed I'm back in a haven of tranquility
Footnote: I do not own or carry a mobile mind handcuff. It may seem strange but I had never seen a QR ordering code until that day. My wife advised me what it was
I guess there is a possibility maybe a probability that you've nodded your head to read this poem on a mobile phone
They are running from the self
try to satisfy their lives
the meaning that they are seeking,
it rarely arrives
Chasing hedonistic pleasures
when the answer lies within
Eliminate the anger
a new life will begin
They are flying into Bali
into Africa and Spain
A brief migration round the world
to ease the wretched pain
Entertainment thrives aplenty
to dull the anxious mind
Find peace and love and harmony
to leave the woes behind
While running on the streets
be it walk or jog
A mobile phone adorns the hand
to check another blog
There's legal and illegal drugs
bottles of red wine
They shove it down their gullets,
believe it's all benign
The ill begotten habits
that send them all awry
Does the illness that pervades the human race
fall out of the sky??!!!!!
What is the final outcome
of the twisted soul so poor
Direct the populace from joyousness
create another war
A solution that people must pursue
many times a repeat
Find the peace and love and harmony
which persists inside of you
It was sunday afternoon,
we were in the living room.
When in walked my big sister
and my whole world just went Boom!
She announced that she was pregnant!
Yes in the family way!
I was lost for words,
not a thing to say.
My Mother she went mad,
so did Dad as well,
the words that they both said,
i cant repeat or tell.
My brother he just laughed,
( I think he needs to grow. )
But then he is the youngest
and doesn"t really know!
My Sister she just cried,
yes cried and sobbed and wept,
and then on my Mothers lap,
eventually she slept!
My Mother looked at Dad,
Dad looked at the floor,
i glanced up at my brother
as he headed out the door.
The silence in that room,
was the worst i"d ever hear.
I looked at Mum and Dad,
felt the pressure and the fear!
Up the stairs went thumping,
and my brother reached his room.
We could hear him on his mobile,
relating doom and gloom.
Then we heard him laughing,
i thought " His head will roll!"
You"d think he"d know by now,
to take some Mirth Control!
CHRONICLES OF 3 DEAD BLACK MEN & ALTON
Louisiana: Alton Sterling shot dead.
Crime: selling CDs outside a grocery shop?
Outcome: "No charges for police over death",
says The Department of JUSTICE. Yes, 'justice'.
Methinks the last word above is misspelt.
They said: "No sufficient evidence",
Yet, video footage spread everywhere.
And so, death strikes. . .
three (3) black birds,
Six (6) years apart;
A thousand tears in New York,
hundreds of wailing, Georgia sobs,
a whole race & souls mourn in Minnesota
as we recount the tale of a white lion & curb
out on an hunting spree,
Gregory, former police officer (64)
and son Travis McMichael (34) in a truck
pursued a 25years old black lamb,
gunned down the lamb like it's a game,
Ahmaud Arbery was to be the sacrifice
to the gods above the law
and so...his vibrating breath seized,
his flesh mutter to his departing spirit soul:
"I can't breathe"
just like 2015, we reminisce
Eric Garner's last words:
"I can't breathe"
and now,
George Floyd's swansong:
"I can't breathe".
Garner growled 11 times
after being throat cooked by men in black,
Floyd muttered in 15 times
after being strangled by Derek's cursed knee,
Arbery jogged then ran the race of his life
till he got holes in him straight to death,
Devil had the smoking gun of a white dad
and son all to thank.
One simple question needing answer:
Is the game of Numbers being played against us?
In loving memory of late Alton Sterling, Ahmaud Arbery, Eric Garner & George Floyd.
VickWizzy.
Form: Narrative.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}.
Copyright © May 28th, 2020
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Rampancy is AI's path to gaining humanity, don't let it happen to you.
Viruses of rampancy, people of complacency
artificial stupidity and tendency of reliency
Power of data trumping over human concurrency
supraventricular electrical impulses, non-consistency !
Keypad touch, mobile infancy absorbing frequency
we are lost in the path of dependency
A colony of monotonous beings, unilateral efficiency
communicative only on screen the act of flippancy
The soul and heart of us have lost their tendency
to communicate with word proficiency
We have become sedentary, lost in robotic Influency
and our cel phone is a continuous absorbency
Don't let this artificial world cause you despondency
your spirit is in an urgent state of emergency
Unplug, go meet nature and lose your dependency
talk to one another and give computers less occupancy.
The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner,
the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life,
rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon,
drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars,
spread to oblivion breaking on the shore of past.
The crushed sands carve seaward footprints,
designed by the crumbled contours of decay.
Time arrow points to terrain beyond the shore,
away from the abraded wilderness abandoned,
where the chasm consumes the collapsed hopes.
The weed-webbed wasteland defined deep within,
piles up the washed out wreckage of life unlived.
The withering garden garners metallic bleakness,
as the path paved outside the familiarity fence,
waits to be walked by the mesmerized wanderer
to the mesmeric meadow of tantalizing tomorrow.
The invented alchemy aptitude of mystic memory
makes glittering gold on the rusted crust of ruins.
Marigold blooms in the scrap heap of abiding hope
in the Midas touched junkyard of the metallic mind.
_________________
February 19, 2023
For Brian Strand's Your Choice Again Contest
Before:
When no middle ground can be found amid rifts
They’ll send in a few unsolicited gifts
The east and the west shall politely decline
each incoming gift with a two fingered sign
It’s ‘You show me yours and I’ll show you mine
You’ll find mine is bigger and faster than thine’.
Those egotist madmen square up, face to face
Each has a red button hidden some place
During:
There’s streaks in the sky where the incoming fly
They can’t be outrun although some people try
A sullen man says in a voice that is wry,
“It’s a good day for kissing your backside goodbye.”
One handshake may well have made this a good day
Instead I head home where I’ll kneel down and pray
I hope that my lady will manage a laugh
When I say, “Let’s hide under that old tin bath.”
After:
The dust and the glory, the horror before me
No Big Mac and no more knickerbocker glory
The buildings, the trees and the telephone towers
Lay in the dust made by opposing powers
We showed em, we taught em, that we won’t be beat
And we won the war but with ashes to eat
The reds are all melted and their allies too
And we reign supreme but hey… where are you?
I’m sure you’re here somewhere to savour our win
To search through the rubble for champagne or gin
It seems there’s no signal for our mobile phones
but why is your purse amid those charcoaled bones
What will you think of my distorted face
With tumours and fissures all over the place
The air is so hot and it hard to perceive
That if I should die there is no one to grieve
I’m breathing in soot and I finally see
Earth’s last pair of lungs are afire in me
My last living thought now that humans are done
Is ‘God save the west… and I’m so glad we won.’
People say time's a great healer
but my wounds they cut too deep
I still visualise your lying eyes
when I close my eyes to sleep
I found out you were cheating
when I heard your mobile phone
That darn incessant bleeping
and now you’ve wrecked our happy home
You packed your bags without a word
then headed straight out of the door
Your Jekyll and Hyde act was quite absurd,
I've seen it too many times before
Our friends say you are happy now
and you’re missing our 2-year-old boy
Yet you spend ALL your time with that old cow -
you’re just like a kid with a shiny new toy
People say time is a great healer
but my wounds they cut too deep
I still visualise your lying eyes
when I close my eyes to sleep
10-29-17
I'm choking and shriveled
with this monster in my mind
Were we really free,
Alexander Graham Bell ?
Technical development
Always on duty
How could I forget
It's just the fact of life
The inner voice whispers
... take a look at your mobile
to check if something has happened
... the last 5 minutes
Are we really free?
How much free time is there in the future
that gets blown away in the past ?
13/08/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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