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In a world of confusion
Sitting here musing
Advanced as we are
Have we gone to far
What ever you need to know
Your knowledge you wish to grow
Look at your phone it will show
The time of technology is here and now
Don't know, the phone will show you how
Everywhere you look
No more reading a book
People relying more and more
Never opening their door
Lost in a new world they found
A world wide web has us bound
People die
People cry
Lot of folks lie
Lost in the web of their own choice
Sitting among many you hear no voice
Humanity in a box
They were sly as a fox
All the fun things to do
The screen must be made of glue
You lose track of what's real
You forget how to feel
To deal
Our every desire for all to see
Not using our own brain
Simply insane
We become
To some
God's of knowledge to any other time in the past
Knowledge now comes so.fast
This little black box I think
Has taken us to the brink
Families no longer talk
Or go for a walk
Anything they want to see
In the computer it be
Life has been painted
Tainted
Cheapened to such a degree
Thinking their free
While chained to a little screen their attention be
A matrix of our own making
So many it has taken
Seeing all there is to be shown
becomes the reality of its own
I radiate my inner glow—
like a well-polished precious jewel,
pleasing to see, with graceful height.
My handsomeness: a masterpiece of art,
driven by keenness to shed excess fat,
yet I still stand out like a star in the crowd.
My eyes radiate warmth that melts ice—
as deep and mysterious as a star-filled sky.
My smile, a gentle breeze—
a radiance that brightens all days.
Gentle as sleep, yet fierce as a lion,
depending on how you perceive my calm.
But I am a true gentleman—
like weather: mostly mild, sometimes stormy,
yet with a heart of gold,
veins of its worth hidden underground,
bringing forth joy like sunlight when unearthed.
The glory of my gentleness spreads wide—like wildfire,
yet remains near enough to be felt and tasted.
After all, the proof of the pudding is in the eating.
Sharp as a whip, with a lightning-quick mind—
bright as day, as sly as a fox,
a tower of knowledge
filled to the brim with real wisdom.
Every day, fire burns inside me near my heart of gold,
bringing forth brilliant ideas...
like a burning torch
illuminating every dark corner of ignorance.
Just be my friend and experience the wisdom I represent.
When I was a child
We had little in means
So all my investments
Were in fantasy dreams.
A favorite of mine
Was told by my pap
Of a Sandman who came
Whenever you'd nap.
He came with a bag
And a mission, this guy
To put one piece of sand
In each sleeping eye.
So I made up a plan
And sly as a fox
Everyday upon waking
I went to my box.
I collected my sand
For a sandbox one day
And maybe a beach
To dig, build and play!
I worked hard at my sleep
And the Sandman was kind
He left me his tokens
For this Sandbox of mine.
Then one day I came home
To check on my stash
And it was all gone
I fell with a crash.
My grandma came running
To see if I died
And I asked if she knew
Where my Sandbox now lied?
She said with a grin
From one ear to the other
"I swept up your room
To help out your mother."
"I threw out that box
It looked empty to me.
Now dry up those tears
I made sand tart cookies."
So that's my sad tale
And I learned a big rule
Saving sand's a bad choice
So eat sand tarts, you fool!
Pondering tulips
She pondered a tulip,
its petals a’ gleam,
on a path through the forest,
alongside a stream
When the trees started smiling,
her heart skipped a beat,
as the ferns whispered softly,
their message discreet,
In echoes of wishes,
her first to her last,
she stared at a toadstool,
the shadow it cast
The sun moved along,
shimmered bright in the sky
as afternoon sparkled,
a glint in her eye
Alone in the twilight,
she danced in a whirl,
with hair golden blonde and
it’s end in a curl
The cattails were singing,
their own special song,
inviting her nicely
to come sing along
And together they sang,
a most wonderful tune
That reached to the stars,
and circled the moon
I watched from a hedgerow,
trimmed neat like a box
I felt I was hiding,
as sly as a fox
It’s then that she saw me,
our eyes came to meet
I thought she was pretty,
her giggle so sweet
But, quick as I saw her,
as quick she was gone
Like evening arriving,
when it was just dawn
But still I was happy,
and who wouldn’t be
When something so pretty
your eyes they do see
So,
I pondered a tulip
its petals a’ gleam
a reminder of her and
that day by the stream
Just because they shout out
tell you everything you hear is a lie and doubt
it doesn't make it true.
The Hannity's, Dobbs, Coumos. Lemons of the news,
sly as a fox, can not repair with staring loud and fumed
repeat what they hear and believe it to be exhumed
but that's not you, filtering out the rhetoric that brews.
Open your eyes, your ears
dispel your anger, qualms, and fears
see, listen, decipher the truth
and vote for our aged and our youth.
Let them shout, defend the fake news and lies
try to deflect and massage the sound wave cries
the future is in our hands, what will YOU do?
How about if time thinks out of the box
Let it be cunning, as sly as a fox
Instead of forward, shift into reverse
Life might be better, if you're not risk-averse
Now just think, in November
if instead of December
The next month was October
and after that, September --
That would be a year to remember
And of course, no need to be older than 50
once you hit five-oh, just back up and go
49, 48, 47, 46 ~ Time would be fun
if it would think of such tricks
Yet calendars have been printed
coins have been minted
There's money in keeping things
the way that they are
So, I guess I'll move to an island
way far away in the sea
Where time won't bother
to sneak up on me