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Digital age, digital technology, digital people
Digital adds to life
Digital subtracts from life
But why?
Because:
People make things
People change things
People use things
People abuse things
So:
Digital education for everyone
Then:
Digital technology for everyone
Young and old, rich and poor, here and there
Reboot society
Reboot life
Reboot digital!
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Written 2 February 2021
This is a poetical version of
Rebooting ethics education in the digital age
https://doi.org/10.20935/AL146
It demonstrates Poetical potentials: the value of poems in social impact education which can be found at
https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3381025
Both articles are written by Simon Rogerson
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: December 19, 2021
The Intergalactic Space Exam Reasoning Through Language Arts (RLA) exam
features an "Extended Response" (essay) requiring you to analyze two
argumentative passages, determine which is better supported, and explain
why, rather than focusing on your personal opinion.
Topics focus on analyzing evidence, arguments
, and logic in professional, non-fictitious texts.
Common ISE Essay Themes & Topics
Range from a pre and post position it ask
to deterine alterive means and ways to find
easier solutions to dipolmatic resolve.
For example when meeting the Species, of Spirulinatains of Tribia
it is custom for Vulcan Human and Romulain to host events
due to the moisture of there breath and conditions that support long cohabitations
between these Species. The aurgument came when a Klingon
spoke in support of funding the creation of algae screen glasses
that create the same condition
The klingons said it could be
a negocating tool when being diplomatic: other saw it as a way of undermining the
specail relationship between Vulcan,Romulains and Human with the Spirulinatains of Tribia.
The prompts often center on argumentative, pro/con, or contemporary societal issues:
Space Corp. Manuscript
Unpublished Edition
Daylight Saving Time: Pros and cons of keeping it in effect .
Currency Reform: Whether the penny should stay in circulation.
Technology & Media: The positive or negative effects of Prompt and situation in Diplomatic Circles.
Mirrors are cruel
Revealing cold lies
Hidden imperfections
Upon closer reflection
They're worse than an ad
Because they tell you
Everything you don't want to hear
But these lies by the mirror
Are merely a reflection
Of awful societal standards
And everybody wants to be somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
So we mask our faces
And take knives to our flesh
Just to be someone else
Superficially
But inside we're dying
Masquerading under a false flag
It's a path to misery
And eventual suicide
But the truth is this
Every single soul is beautiful
And every imperfection adds to it
Don't destroy who you are
To be the lie others want to hear
Be the righteous truth
That destroys systemic lies
Because if nobody else will tell you
Let me be the one to say it
You're beautiful
And nobody will ever be you
So we truly need you
To be you and see
Upon closer reflection
Hidden perfections
Revealing warm truths
That you're perfect
Even in front of the mirror
She's very determined
Not desperate
She's not a gold digger
Whatever she owns
She works very hard for
She have a lot of integrity
She always standout in the society.
Whatever love she gets
She never misuse or abuse
She's grateful
So she doesn't become disgraceful
Because she knows the game
Steadily living life according
To her pace not societal race.
She knows what she needs
That's why she never settles
For societal wants
Because every deeds
Comes with a ripple effect
She's very independent
Not a liability
She's always available for productivity.
Where can I find this special kind of woman!?
Many assert “there is no God,”
to escape obeying His Word.
Wanting to avoid God’s control,
They place their ego in the role.
Flaunting the authority of God,
they become victims of Satan’s fraud,
living their lives chasing rabbits,
and get trapped by slavish habits.
Instead of enjoying freedom,
reality feels like a prison.
Ridding themselves of the Divine Czar
leaves men to wonder who they are.
Rejecting God’s authority
leads to a place called Anarchy.
Extolling the goddess of reason
men boldly commit Divine treason.
Men who without God seek happiness,
instead, get feelings of crappiness.
Considering themselves to be wise,
their folly in reason’s face flies.
Man’s foolishness is plain to see,
In widespread societal anarchy.
To think of life without his God
should show man that his mind is flawed.
We live in a free verse universe.
And yet, some want conformity
when it serves their own purpose.
Societal rules do not apply to all.
The only thing that is consistent
is the inconsistency of things.
Life’s only normality is
the abnormality of life.
For some, a free verse universe is a curse;
It is synonymous with chaos.
For others, anything less would be too confining;
Slavery in the disguise of conventional wisdom.
Even the laws of nature have blurred boundaries;
Bumble bees defy the laws of physics
and can only fly in the free verse universe.
Try to demand conformity
and you are doomed to fail.
Try to exist with non-conformity
and anarchy will rule.
The irony of it all?
There are defined parameters for meeting the
definition of a free verse universe.
Fly little bee, fly.
"free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself” - Unseeking Seeker
Faith is more than a mere noun,
phrased within fragile pages
of a tailored manuscript;
it is a way of life,
found in the zestful air we breathe,
in the hushed haze
of peace and intrinsic love.
I bloom like a lotus,
floating through silence~
tied to tulip-twinkles of twilight,
turning nautical stripes
into midnight prayers,
sailing through the skyline
like a cultural odyssey,
facing the eyes of
the speechless sun,
to untangle brutal tendrils
chaining my sapphire spirit
to terrains of ashes,
smudged with societal lies
and narrow perceptions.
And as the wind blows
cinnamon hymns,
I listen to the heartbeat
of the horizon,
adorned with balmy auroras,
ricocheting runes engraved
within the pristine pillars
that hold firm the hibiscus haven~
a sanctuary that hears not the mantras
of megalomaniac meadows,
too consumed by stereotypes
and prewritten scriptures,
curled into clusters of constraints,
sprinkling superficial sparkles
to hypnotize the naive.
O utopian chateau,
I choose to soar free,
like a peacock plume
swirling in sync with
the lilac light of falcon fortitude,
and the timeless pulse of the Almighty,
unshakable from the
gusts and gales
enveloping my conscience
like a maroon maelstrom of misery.
I choose to follow
the soothing shimmers,
of the morning stars,
letting go of the
tempest of Midas’ touch~
labels and ego,
discrimination and darkness,
materialism and fickleness,
while the icy weeds
in my skin unfurl
empathy and kindness,
aware of sacred states
sewn with threads of
karma and kundalini.
I am the soulful veins
of an amaranthine leaf,
flawed in fire,
embracing the
fluorescent frequencies
that ebb and flow
like waves of wisdom,
surfing through fogs of fairy-tears,
like sea-glass smoke
kissing the porcelain
sands of serenity.
So, between the melodious mists
of the breeze and the blue,
there I find a reason
to rise and rinse stained ripples,
while attuned with
the butterfly dews resting upon
divine diamonds of blissfulness.
Come, come and find me in my solitude
You shall see the hidden facet of this girl so prude
You shall see the real me
The wild side which I keep repressed for the sake of societal civility
Pray, the real me is sensual
Yes, the real me relishes the physical, the carnal
The real me thrives there where there is feminine freedom
Freedom, exquisite and intense without ever fearing of being fallen!
The real me is broken
Yes, the real me is lost in a mirage
A mirage which would never be put into usage
A mirage which caused my heart to be sunken
The real me, then, is empty
Devoid of emotions for the lot of humanity
Even if I do keep writing of philanthropic poetry
Why, the real me is void, too busy swirling in emotional misery
The real me is a half human girl with magical powers
The real me can fly, can turn into mythical creatures
The real me can even bid life to go as she does will
The real me is good in mystery and skilled as well!
The real me is so orthodox,
To the extent of celebrating purity
To the extent of denigrating the loss of morality
The real me hates that which causes one to be sinful!
The real me relishes the mystery of life
The real me thirsts for death
For the real me is bent on faith
Faith which promises of other realms, of that God, bold and handsome!
The real me yearns for more of mystical love
Yes, for love which can transgress Earth and the celestials
The real me is and shall remain a mystery for humankind
For eons and eons to come!
The real me, then, is a solo Queen
Soft, sensitive, gentle and at times, so mean
The real me can hurt and kill for that which I believe in
The real me, though, abides by Truth!
Why, the real me is who I am in my solitude
The real me is deep and wild, so different from the side so prude
That I do show to the world
Yes, the real me is always in ecstasy with my own being!
The real me is complex and complicated
The real me is two faced, two sided
The real me is hard to be demystified
The real me, though, is, for the sake of being!
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Then, Janis Joplin’s vinyl tunes sparked a revolution,
Haight-Ashbury, hippie hub, and grass-roots counterculture
buzzed with societal change~
Today, algorithms and funded resistance~
secretly funded, fabricated revolutions
unfolding with merely a thumb scroll.
'Likes' accumulate like manifestos, mostly unread.
Then draft cards burned in courageous hands
sit-ins at Woolworth’s counters,
acts of interracial courage,
swallowed by journalists’ flashbulbs.
Now, hashtags appear like bruises,
justice fading into trending threads.
Then the moon hung like a promise~
we touched it with slide rules and hope.
Now, the sky’s a graveyard of satellites,
and Mars glows redder than the forgotten button.
The times? Still a ‘Changin~
just faster and louder,
yet somehow quieter.
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Fundamentalists have misinterpreted the wise men,
Magnified them and blown up their faith in god,
Claim that the magi had an epiphany, heard from above,
In searching for, analysing and interpreting the nexus odd.
So what’s the real story of the wise men,
Because it’s they who had societal eyes,
They were listened to and very much respected,
By the many, the productive and the whys.
There was something going on, a wave, a tide,
To initiate socialisms feeling, equalising bride,
Which let the poor and the working citizen,
Be treated medically as they did not ever sin.
A rebel was born not through experience, but by birth,
To parents out with the marriage contract,
Whose bond was love with natural affection,
And who reared the child on such an astute fact.
The wise men understood Jesus beginnings,
Accepted their power to enable his work and carvings,
And balanced his parents sexual immorality,
By giving reputation, a promise for him to be god on high.
The magi, as Zoroastrians, believed in free will,
That actions are completely yours, not gods,
Not prompted, divine, suggested or derived,
But yours to enjoy or for you to suffer from your frauds.
So as wise men they advocated themselves,
As the finders of the messiah of the jews,
As his pronouncers and original validators,
As the hinters of his apparent short fuse.
I was always taught, right through childhood,
That god told the wise men where to go,
What stance to take about this needy child,
And how to interpret his parents certain know.
Zoroastrianism is the total explanation,
Of the people’s toleration of Jesus Christ,
And I posit that societal interpreters have secured,
Much sociology, which was by them allured.