He blithely wanders along
Down a near empty street
Off to see his mates for their
Monthly catch up and meet.
He’s happily unaware that
As he saunters slowly by
His every move is noted
By that Big Eye in the sky.
He stops to take some money
From the street cash machine
His every transaction recorded
His every visit filmed and seen
The internet logs his browsing
He may think it’s a mystery
But it’s still there even though
He deletes his browsing history.
His location precisely placed
From use of his mobile phone
In these modern times a person
Is very seldom really on his own.
Not quite as Orwell pictured it
But so very very near
Whether we like it or not
1984 is really here.
Big Brother Is Watching
They say in a good cause
Helping to maintain stability
Ensuring we keep the laws.
It supposedly keeps us safe
Every single place we go
But in reality it’s just to
Maintain the Status Quo.
LOST LOVE
I should not be feeling this way,
Perturbed by a distant past,
Fluttering its insidious allure
Into an immediate moment of impact.
We met again before my departure,
Me, almost drawing near you
To feature as a couple
Just for a split second
For an offered photoshoot,
And you, showing a flawlessly
Radiant smile.
No, that once-present time is now past,
Just as the time before was past
Consideration because it would
Distract from continuous living.
We said goodbye, including
An ultimate embrace, which may have
Meant more than it was
But was not worthy of being lingered
To fray our rekindled friendship.
A cool mind is needed to control
The fire, burning the lengthy
Wasteland of separate intervals
And render them as harmless ashes
To maintain the status quo.
This is the 21st Century
Where it seems the masses
Are still placed on this Earth
To serve the upper classes,
Feed their acquisitive appetites
Wipe their delicate arses,
And all in all perpetuate
That longest of running farces,
Respect for so called betters,
Eating crumbs from their table
Serving with dedication
For as long as they are able
Until comes that day
They can no longer try
Then have the decency
To just crawl off and die.
Its the same the world over
Every where you can go
The system is dedicated
To maintain the status quo
Is god still in his heaven?
Will we all get an entry pass
So we can continue serving
That heavenly upper class.
Calamity Harris,
and old Bumblin Joe.
Tried to run this country,
but are dying in the polls.
Just wasting more money,
to maintain the status quo.
And they wanna raise taxes,
May God bless their souls.
Prices are rising so fast,
to where no one knows.
Soon we will buy gas,
with blood or gold.
Calamity Harris,
and old con man Joe.
Tried to run the country,
Alas, everyone knows.
They are Nothing but liar's,
in a Dog Faced Pony Show.
That's Calamity Harris,
and old Con Man Joe.
How am I to maintain the status quo?
When my eyes and mind are dead set on dishonesty.
Of what I've shared and bestowed as the mystery!
Written: January 25, 2022
A STRAND (1065) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Salutations to Women
Woo Men
That's why Women
Men woo
But they never fall
That's why Women
They don't fall or get wooed
As in woman man is
As in female male is
In always by all means
What more tributes to boost
Follow the same in rites and roots
So don't fall or get wooed
Maintain the status quo
To be in quiet and to be in quite.
Dr. Virinchi Praguna Hithaoishi
A weight off my mind
I wish the scales
Would fall from my eyes
When I stand and weigh myself
The scales don’t tell me any lies
Telling Porkie Pies
Have you heard the saying
‘I’m as happy as a pig in muck’
Well I’ve just had a mud bath
Then why don’t I smell like bacon
To do or not to do… that is the Question.
A point to ponder…
Why do I tidy the house
Only for it to get messed up again
It’s a vicious circle
If I leave the mess
Will I maintain the status quo?
What is Randomling Contest?
Sponsor - Mary Oliver Rotman
9th August 2015
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