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The old timers complain nowadays,
about how modern technology.
Is stealing away all their secrets and,
selling everyone's privacy.
Information is left up for grabs,
exposed for all of the world to see.
By touching a finger to a glass,
while they are hiding behind the scenes.
As my mother would always tell us,
“You do not air your dirty laundry.
But back in the day, if I farted,
she would know about it before me.
But I never could quite understand,
how anything could possibly be.
Less private than hanging my holey,
underwear outside for all to see.
If you're thinking that your 5G phone,
might be the fastest thing in the land.
Then you have never met my mother,
with a rotary phone in her hand.
12/25/2020
Weather advisories
To the lowest and highest degree
People that were mean and nice to me
It's just how life can be
Getting rid of anxiety
I'm climbing trees
And flying free
Across the shining sea
They say timing's key
Take hold of your life, you're in the driving seat
Struggling to stay irie
It's been icy
And fiery
A struggle with sobriety
Just another cog in society
Yet all around me, folks take briberies
Fueling the fire for ongoing rivalries
Nearby small and giant trees
Why must we?
Always be on different sides it seems
Hieroglyphics, so difficult to decipher these
As well as objects from long ago of notoriety
I love the variety
Shoutout to Ebony and Ivory
Words hope to be kept privately
Locked inside of a diary
Got read during an invasion of privacy
If you choose to act out violently
Then you will meet your karma, no matter the irony
Too focused on what the bible reads
Instead of survival needs
This is it, finally
Rock Bottom
I feel frozen with no movement, chilled to the bone, wondering when will this pain stop,
needing and wanting to feel the warmth of love, I’m afraid but never scared, mostly
certain but never sure, always precise but never perfect, sometimes I feel like I’m living
in a circus, opened like a book for everyone to read it, as time passes I feel no more
privacy, surviving with a life of destruction, without destroying, a passion without
commitment, so far these situations in life have got me slipping, trying to push myself to
be more persistent, I wish I could be an eagle so I could fly away from this evil
existence, sometimes I feel reserved but I’m always wide open, sometimes I feel like I’ve
sunk below, but I’m always elevated, sometimes I feel nurtured and cared for, but I’m
always lonesome and feel completely alone, I wonder why my life has been this way for so
long, disgusted by the way that things have gone, I keep collapsing but I’m always
standing, I feel like I’m dumb but I’m continuously sharp, I feel overwhelmed a lot but
I’m not saturated, enough is enough, I get tired of feeling this way, ultimately corrupted
by the way the situations in my life have played out, now I finally hit rock bottom.
Written by:
Wilfordjy a.k.a. thegoldenpython 09/06
The Big House
I could not live in a house with many people
Voices at all hour of the day, no privacy, the precious moment
When the world rolls slower, and I can hear time`s clock tick
In a house full of people, there is a din of violence to come
And whispering sin at night
Flushing toilets, subbing feet
The tears of the misbegotten, those who are cheated on
Drunken brawl screams and police sirens.
TV that is full of banalities
Every news program feels the same, recycled from the same supplier, adding to the sense of sameness and dullness that fills the house.
To live in a house full of people must be very lonely
With no time for reflection
I stare at this flat rectangular phone pretender.
It is nothing like the pink princess phone my cousin had.
In her room, by the way, which was unheard of in 1964.
There are six missed calls.
I glance through them.
No. No. No. Maybe. Absolutely not. No.
Maybe tomorrow, I think.
My husband says “Ann called,” and I glare at him.
There is no privacy these days.
Everyone knows your business.
Sending around selfies on social media.
Taking photos of cops killing people by standing on their necks.
Crazy business, the I-phone.
Spying on the masses,
listening in on conversations.
No wait. Maybe that’s the echo dot.
Got carried away for a second.
Give me the old phones with the stretch cords.
When you had to go around the corner for privacy
Stretching the cord almost out of the wall.
Those were the phones you could fall in love with.
They had substance.
Excuse me! This is a PRIVATE conversation!
PLEASE get off the phone Mrs. Rutherford.
And party lines too. Remember those?
GRRRRR
The forest was so still and my heart calm.
The frogs in the pond croak welcoming in the morning air.
A fog sweet, wet, hazy-grey blankets us cloaking my spotted hide,
muting the mornings’ echo.
Though mother has left, she, dearest Hunger has not.
Deep in my entrails, the two-legged hunters so desire;
she, Hunger stirs, twisting a preemptive knife of warning.
Only small buds rise on my head where antlers will be by fall.
Death waits breathless on the breeze.
Hunger, dearest Hunger
knows Death.
Father was lost to Death on a bright fall morn.
My ears turn, a branch crumbles beneath the weight of ...
Hunger knows Caution and tosses her head within my tender hide.
My fur rises at her discomfort. She is not satisfied.
Yet, I would flee, holding her close to my heart.
I leap away from the clearing over a fallen log
shaped like a bobcats tail curling.
The forest of conifers is dense and deep.
The weak morning sun does not enter and Hunger approves of the privacy.
Sometimes, I wonder, as I eat the sweet stalks of wild onions
without mother or father; would I be here in this majesty,
without my dearest, without Hunger.
Would the hunter hunt me without his Hunger?
I have had a close eye to eye encounter with a squirrel in my yard.
A neighborly cat gave me a greater respect and appreciation for all cats.
A run-away German Shepherd proved to be harmless after a moment's fright.
I reacted joyfully the first time a hummingbird drank From my new feeder.
I tried to alter the course of an ant, but he later became the breakfast of a spider
after refusing the alternate route I suggested to him. With magnifying glasses, I later observed the spider who looked at me as if he was annoyed by my invasion
of his privacy.
I tell you, the list of animal encounters goes on and on, but none is
More touching to me than the afternoon I came upon a baby sparrow in a parking lot. God is acutely aware of every sparrow that falls to the ground. He was alone with seemingly no chance of survival until I picked him up with a prayerful longing for God to show me how to help the little fellow. I then looked to the sky and lifted him. I smiled as away he went flapping his little wings. I tell you, I cannot recall a happier moment with an animal than with
That beautiful little sparrow one sunny afternoon.
100819FBPoSoup, Writing challenge, Oct, '19, Bird, Dear Hart-Wishkobe Ode
True Story
Yesterday
An old lady told me
Sad isn't it
The news that Peter Kay had died
I was surprised because I had not heard the news
She proceeded to tell me
Her Son worked at the hospital
But it wasn't on the news
Because the family wanted there privacy respected
Fast forward to the next day
And a Google search later
I read Peter Kay dead hoax
Funny that because she claimed to have got the news
From her Son who worked in the hospital he supposedly died
Sums up Fake news and Chinese whispers perfectly
A lie read on social media
Embellished on by a gullible sheep
Without any evidence
Was passed on like gospel truth
And was bought hook line and sinker
Better to be a cynic
Than caught up in it
Make your own mind up
But don't believe everything you hear
Unless it comes from the horses mouth
I don't know about you
But I can't speak horse
OBSCURITY WAS HIS WAY OF LIFE.
NO ONE KNEW, HE ONCE HAD A WIFE.
NO ONE KNEW, OF HIS FAMILY PAST,
OR THE BRICKS OF GOLD AND STACKS OF CASH.
MOST DID NOT KNOW, WHO HE WAS.
WHEN HE DIED, HE CREATED A BUZZ.
HE HAD A PROPERTY, WHERE HE GREW BIRCH.
HE DONATED THE LAND TO THE LOCAL CHURCH.
IN HIS WILL HE STATED, HE WOULD LIKE TO SEE,
THAT HIS MILLIONS DO GOOD FOR THE UNIVERSITY.
NO ONE EVER SAW HIM, SPEAK TO ANYONE.
I CAN'T IMAGINE HIS LIFE WAS FUN.
I IMAGINE IT'S A FORM OF BEING FREE.
KEEP HIS DISTANCE FROM BOTH YOU AND ME.
ONE COULD SAY IT'S ABOUT PRIVACY.
LIVING A LIFE OF OBSCURITY.
Everything you watch on your computer or TV,
everyone you communicate with electronically,
every movement you make, to or at any locality,
are all being monitored, recorded and archived by the powers that be,
all in the name of national and international security,
but that is not the true reality,
regarding this blatant violation of our personal privacy.
With all of this personal information Anybody,
can be set up to appear as someone they would never be.
This power is in the hands of a few, not the many,
and power always corrupts inevitably,
but absolute power always corrupts absolutely,
at least that is what history has always taught me.