Long Virtual reality Poems
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He gave me a gift, terribly good-
but it was clearly misunderstood.
Good grief, what does it do?
looks pretty ugly too!
Like huge chunky goggles, there it stood.
Deafening silence came over me!
Seriously funny, for you see
this was his only choice?
For me there was no voice?
A cruel kindness- how can this be?
The sound of silence he broke with shout-
Falsely true is what this is about!
Awfully good, you see-
virtual reality!
Definite maybe, you will freak out!
Alone together, now bittersweet
our short minor crisis, we did meet!
In a true fiction world
open secrets unfurled!
These chunky goggles cannot be beat!
Disposition tilts dogma of poetaster
elicits, nevertheless adopting role jester
trending toward vagueness exhibited
by Addams family uncle Fester.
Yours truly makes exception to his
preference for law and order, viz
sanctioning upheaval particularly
avast mayhem curried kindled, biz
zee ness linkedin courtesy divine whiz
hard re: coronavirus (COVID-19).
Oh...just a slight digression duration
approximately no longer than left
middle, or... right third eye blind blink
a show of hands via augmented and/or
virtual reality who recall children's pink
cuss Zuckerman lyrics, I roundly think
nonsense verse skidda marinky dinky dink
though a curmudgeonly fella, a catchy tune
me and the boys (at taproom) sing up drink
dated to more apropos synchronize Asia chink
lets the sunshine, thru trumpeting don vizier
touting America upon self destructive brink
allowing, enabling, and providing participation
within convenience er... rather forced lockdown
yet safely and soundly sequestered blame ratfink
microscopic organism (alluded 17) lines above
pitching capitalistic qua Laissez faire economy.
Accordance to crude Dickensian nostrildamus
whose predictions noted for reference to nose
everything about hmm... sax and violins crows
excitedly (pretend ye did not read orgasmically)
as United States of America pushed to breaking
into bajillion pieces metaphorically, aye suppose
He was an unpopular celebrity who enjoyed his liquid food
Acting weirdly normal when he was in a happy mood
He’d been on a heavy diet and was eating lots of jumbo shrimp
They were disgustingly delicious with hot chili and on his diet he won't skimp
His stomach was growing smaller and now looked awfully pretty
I hear his dieting was an open secret and not virtual reality
Once a star of film and stage he could stand out in a small crowd
His face was pretty ugly but his quiet presence was quite loud
This was his goodbye reception for he was now a failing star
Now his full time job in his retirement is propping up the bar!
08~20~16
Contest - Oxymoronic Obsession Sponsored by David Lindsay
Stanza 1 unpopular celebrity, liquid food, weirdly normal. happy mood
Stanza 2 heavy diet, jumbo shrimp. disgustingly delicious, hot chili
Stanza 3 growing smaller. open secret, virtual reality, awfully pretty
Stanza 4 small crowd, pretty ugly,
Stanza 5 goodbye reception, failing star, full time job in his retirement
Looms as harbinger unless
*****sapiens can unite
one non Yiddish speaking
Ongematert wishing ye
fare thee well tonight
before betokening apocalyptic sight
'course one must go about
her/his business - right?
Rhetorical question - yet
impossible mission quite
challenging, where one
brother grimm ponders plight
Cosmofunnel favorite fan
Katina Borgersen "poof"
our acquaintanceship dissolved
(think snapped fingers) outright
regardless, whether...
perchance we ever
cross paths long daze
journey into night
met under virtual reality moonlight
ah... the mere awareness
of her existence
metaphorically found modest, mercurial
mellow male within limelight
oy vey admittedly one
rusty Ongepatshket knight
fumbling in the dark with
his unreliable sputtering jacklight
hooping aforesaid gal whose eyes alight
upon mine genuine words doth newt
coon sitter me laughable, nor impolite,
yet accept hard reality to highlight
and/or _ underscore delight
full dame online - each of us,
an infinitesimal jot of granulite
within vast cosmos given finite
minuscule time to excite
our senses trening utmost delight
during brief unique
deoxynucleic chromosomal copyright
til death do us part,
whether natural demise
or... huge mushroom
clouds radioactive blight.
Uneasiness far greater
to confront atomic augury
than pernicious penury
which ceases within eyeblink
far more serious than perjury
nonetheless afflicting me
with psychological injury.
Personal finances pitted
me deep in hock
into red zone, yes
quite a shock,
now finds yours
truly poorest oldest
curmudgeon goofy "kid"
on the block
within Lake woebegone
hard space and rock
as inevitable doom
with each second approaches closer
with each tick tock.
GRANDMA'S RECIPES ARE ILLEGAL ,
THEY GO AGAINST THE FDA.
DOCTORS , LAYERS AND SCIENCE
ARE WORRIED THEY WON'T GET PAID.
THE NATURE OF SCIENCE TURNS SOUR
WITH THE INTRODUCTIONS OF GMO'S
ALTERING EVOLUTION , INTO THE
DIRECTION OF LIFE UNKNOWN.
WITH REASON AND LOGIC DISTORTION
REALITY BECOMES A BLUR.
CAUSING MORTAL BEINGS AND THEIR
BELIEFS TO BECOME UNSURE.
MODIFICATION OF BIOLOGICAL BEHAVIOR
TURNS HUMANS INTO FREAKS OF
NATURE
CAUSING A WORLD OF CHAOS
AS SEEN THROUGH NOMANCLATURE
DOCTORS AND LAWYERS FOR SCIENCE
ARE PATIENTLY STANDING BY
EQUIPPED , ARMED AND READY
TO PROOVE NATURE IS A LIE.
ENTER , VIRTUAL REALITY
WHERE YOUR LIFE IS JUST A DREAM.
UNDER ARTIFICIAL INNTELLIGENCE
LIFE ISN'T WHAT IT SEEMS.
STEP BACK INTO GRANDMA'S KITCHEN
TAKE A SEAT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE.
LISTEN TO GRANDMA'S WISDOM ,
THAT'S ONLY IF WILLING AND ABLE.
Michael E.Harris
O4031026
Surrounded by silence and draped with a linen sheet,
to keep dust from your natural sheen,
and protect you from direct sunlight;
not from the loneliness and gloominess of your night...
How thrilling and gratifying was to hear
the gleeful or moody notes,
when these careful fingers
played an octave: either lower or higher!
Never abandoned for a long period,
always tuned-up, free of dust and ready for play;
a companion that loved being spoiled,
by letting me improvise the melody of the day...
Let me see myself in virtual reality, stately and taut,
sitting in my stylish pose, and hit the keyboard,
transcribing a musical comedy by sharp memory
as the chords make up my distinct harmony...
Be dormant no more, come alive and rejuvenate your tones:
as the spirit that inspires the mood of your melodies; bring back
all the tenors and sopranos to this forgotten stage so dark,
and let them sing the arias they choose within the range of their keys....
Let me translate
My love for you
From written.... to spoken....to touched
From syllable sensuality
To physical functionality
From verbal to nonverbal virtual reality
Or better yet
Let me translate them into YOUR language
Yes, I’m a polyglot glutton
craving your satiation
Interjection velocity
Groan and grope physicality
Touch and tease and taste temerity
Chaste words undulating into unchaste carnality
Let me translate
In meanings that you understand
Points of reference that you rant and pant
In my ear…say it in a chant….
Over and over...
I won't let you recant
your forbidden fantasty frolic…
Baby...I’ll grant
Let me translate
Into the language of YOU
I understand
Your savage need laced with greed….
concede....every one...
to me
This wave won't recede
till that passion is freed...
by my deliciously devilish deed...
My pleasure peaks uncontrollably
Rocked in your volatility
Word translation ecstasy
Come together finality
Verbal.......
non-verbal.....
G~R*A~T*F~I*E~D
unity
So, just let me....
Let me translate
My love
For
You
Eileen Manassian
A city made from nothing,
on a lagoon with shallow waters
to keep the invaders away ;
still today those bell chimes ring out
to remind everyone of her victory
at Lapanto...when the ships
brought back the banners
of the defeated enemy!
Venice's splendor is seen everywhere...
even in San Marco's Square,
swarmed with pigeons and visitors,
where the Venetians' genius built
a splendid Basilica reminiscent of their wealth
and power...making Venice: the Queen of the Sea!
Down the Rialto Bridge and the Bridge of Sighs,
gondolas row...carrying visitors and lovers;
the artists seek inspiration for their works,
while their stunned eyes are delighted by beauty,
which pulls them out of virtual reality!
Intrigue and mystic fascinated
many a devoted soul,
and the entire city echoed
with delirious voices breaking
the silence of midnight;
violins and lutes played in palaces
and in gondolas on the Grand Canal...
did anyone stare at the brilliant stars?
A masquerade was an invitation to love,
all disguised themselves behind a mask;
many were seduced by passions with haste...
as Venice revelled in their merry-making,
celebrating a glory that knew no ending;
and when it declined, it was deserted by all!
Venice's splendor seems eternal,
not diminishing through ages;
her fame ever-increasing and each stone
can tell a different story of people
who partook of her greatness,
leaving a legacy we regard as our own...
PATIENCE
We hear that patience is a virtue
Is this true, or simply virtual reality
When leaders are teaching our youth;
do as I say, not as I do
Regression to a version of the American
truth
Impatience is becoming intolerance
But to be patient is viewed as ignorance
In a blind world conforming to violence
Very few see need for benevolence
Many view crime as way of life
Government fuels fires, causing strife
Committing true crime with their lack of
pride
Our country torn by those who lied
Promoting bigotry and distaste for the
unknown
But these days color and homosexuality
are lactose free
Intolerant of equality, it’s a problem,
clearly
Love is love, embrace the hate
Hold it tightly until it sees the light
Peace pushed just beyond our reach
We realize that “hope and change” was
just a speech
Wars raging through the land we call
home
In God we trust, not this powerful regime
Speak out now with virtuous impatience
Change is change no matter how small
the feat
Restore hope with unfaltering acceptance
and grace
Serve what you stand for, no time left to
waste
To the gallant ‘remain’ I direct this refrain; to the hearts and great souls I see there; and maintain.
That we are not so much different that not all is estranged;
We both yearn betterment in so much we are same!
I hate not my neighbour; I hate neither you
In my heart I am sure it is good you would do!
Our wants are quite similar throughout this Brit-ian.
To your hearts and great souls, I direct this refrain.
To the gallant; to the worthy; resolute, brave, ‘remain’ do we not both;
Want better? Do we both not contain respect; and value this country the same?
This land welcomed many; Huguenot through to Jew,
It stood out for freedom under wings of the few.
This all before the time of the present E. U.
Look out on your land, on the homeless that call, for better; for direction,
Do we not have compassion? I say yes one and all!
To the gallant ‘remain’ do we want the same? better for children; for our daughters And sons? Can we do, think and plan?
How to be at our best? For I believe that we can.
We have seen three depressions whilst still in the ‘club’
Seem lost in a virtual reality; that to many is the rub,
When we left the E.R.M. this country did well, it’s all part of your history,
That some never tell. Have we not been subject to rumour and spin?
Yet it's well known by science in debate; majority knowledge does win.
To the gallant to the worthy, resolute, brave ‘remain’. I don't think
You unworthy I just put it plain. I don't think that you caved in to fear,
Rather that the politics; was rather not clear.
You love your own country that’s what I see.
I share much of your values, maybe more than you believe
So then to you, I state; that for me, it’s so plain
Let the UK ‘remain’ undivided by rumour, anger, lies and pain.
© Joe Maverick 2-2-2019