Accept tribute and insult
Because a flower to grow,
Takes both sun and rain.
We became angels on social media.
If it is in real life,
We just become a human being.
Be happy by taking picture
All for yourself or for nature,
A social slavery common nowadays.
Who forgot to give a taste of smile
Our eyes will cry a lot profusely
After reading social news mileage on media.
When someone makes a mocking comment about your thing you put effort in,
It's much more dragging,
than looks or personalities.
I worked and did.
I sweat and cried.
But was also relieved, happy and amazed.
Every energie of mine, every focus, every motivation.
,,yours look very good!"
,,Ah, thank you"
,,No, her's doesn't look good. Our's better, we can talk much more openly when we present."
Is my writing bad? My sketch?
I know I can't sketch but I tried.
I thought you would criticize which is okay, but why did you have to say that?
Did I do too much? Is it unfair to others? Is it cringe?
And it comes from someone,
who I had a love was done.
But jelousy? I never felt gladly that kind of gun.
I would've never said even out of curiosity.
Because my past self,
would've never treated you that but rather touch
dust on the shelves.
global social media - dialect of babel
I never want to lose what little is left of your love and grace,
That I feel is lingering through and beyond time and space,
All I want to see every day is your tenderly smiling face.
From here I see you lost, clapping your hands on birthdays, getting worse with the years, never failing to disappoint. From here I see the roofs of the houses where I could have been a father, a good son, but also all the ones I would be are lost, all fleeing in their automobiles, poisoning the streets with tears falling from every face I had, while the rats would continue invading the patios full of trinkets, walking on plastic tables, on old vases with dried foliage, daring through the cracks in the doors, ignoring the loves built and broken in each room, gnawing the lamps, the cribs, the walls and the foundation of the world. It's like a sentence and then we know we'll never go back inside ourselves, where we once found what felt like peace, what should have been light, like the soft presence of those we thought loved us, before they showed their weapons in the quiet afternoons in which our hearts should be calm, playing at not listening to the arrival of rats, the imposition of antagonisms, the transformation of our dreams into scars, the slow and constant emptying of what was once our life full of life.
Poetry hardly crossed borders...today, it navigates the cosmos...
Nowadays, people are afraid
to be alone with self (one’s
own thoughts)—addicted to the static
of distraction, gadgets for ears
and mantras for the mind…
as though an inherent,
Righteous-core were the enemy:
we shut out voices of conscience
and Divine Guide—echos
of past lives while roadside markers
for an enlightened future…
we are stagnant in a deep sleep...
animate though dead….
Nowadays My Bored Heart Says...
..........................
One more midday-- in those willowy meadows,
Along the banks of Bandzo brook;
I'll roam as a vagabond , after years.
One more late night , i will speak to her on phone,
And hear the dogs barking in the street
And owl hooting in the trees.
Alas o God, great were the days...!
God bless Bandzo, Chatripore and Palpore!
God bless her, and God bless me!
We Upgraded to a Generation
Where a Country’s Worth is
Measured by its Nuclear Weapons.
We Believe more in Aliens
Than our Fellow Humans.
What Use is of Eight Lane Roads
If We are Racing towards Apocalypse.
Doctors seems to be
Trying to Save Money,
Instead of Lives.
We take Pride in Commodes
Fitted with Water Sprinklers,
Too Lazy to Wipe or Wash.
Even the Word VANITY
Seems to have Lost its Pride.
Nowadays
When the truth dont exist
The people suffer alot
Calamity
When the truth dont exist
Confusion become usual
When the truth dont exist
Manipulation pave it way
When the truth dont exist
The world becomes shadows
In illusion
When the truth dont exist
The innocent grief
When the truth dont exist
Life become's unbearable
As it is
Nowadays
And, now I lay me down to sleep,
For another wretched night of counting sheep!
Lord, should I expire before I awake,
Please allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
The cat has leaped upon the bed,
And snuggles closely nigh my head,
Purring as loud as a Mack truck diesel engine,
Then bounces on my chest like a frenzied injun!
The neighbors' worthless mutts begin their nightly serenade.
It sounds as if outside my window there's a whole brigade!
For awhile things settle down and all is as quiet as a mouse,
Until I'm awakened by the thunderous snoring of my spouse!
The blaring klaxon of the midnight freight is heard a mile away.
The inconsiderate engineer lays on the horn as if it were a runaway.
To top it all the crickets begin their atonal chirping prattle.
I'm beginning to think a good nights sleep is a losing battle!
I shove ear plugs in my ears but they don't do a bit of good.
The clock strikes three so it looks like sleep ain't a liklihood.
Lord, again I make a plea that should I decease before I wake,
Please, won't you allow me some zzzzzzzzs for heavens sake!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Nowadays, its all about the thug life,
Making the Benjamins, Beating your wife,
Dollar Dollar bills y'all, Inequality is rife,
What happened to living the simpler life,
Holding open doors instead of holding a knife,
Living in peace instead of constant strife,
What ever happened to having manners
Are those the things that really matter?
I'm sick of being bombarded by this gangster chitter-chatter,
They start their crap and the cowards scatter,
But stand tall and their confidence shatters,
You see their talk is just pitter patter,
When did it become uncool to love one another?
not your cousin or sister, your brother or mother,
But a stranger who you should let your love smother,
Let love sweep the land like a warm Souther,
Treat your fellow man just like a brother,
Not Cain and Abel but like blood brothers.
All you need is a hate story
Fake or true to get people started
Hearts palpitate
Voices so loud and wild, you can hardly understand a word
Mouths full of hate, the one thing they are trying to fight
Groups forming, out of hate, powered by hate
With a hidden mission of hate
May God help us
We said goodbye for it was best
We called it quits for no love was left
I remember we smiled and could be friends
But we know we will never call each other again
Nowadays my friends see too much of me
Nowadays I keep up with the laundry
Nowadays I caught up with my shows
Nowadays I just go anywhere I want to go
Nowadays my weekends are boring and long
Nowadays my life seems empty and wrong
When I think of you
I catch myself smiling
When I think of you
I have to stop from dialing
When I think of you
I can't stop missing you
Nowadays I'll fight through them
Nowadays I'll stay strong
It was for the best
But when will my heart rest
For I can't stop thinking of you...Nowadays
More Social Media, TV and VIDEO GAMES, Less House Chores and Outdoor Activities! Playing is Greater than Working, Shame!
A few of them work, but most of them are busy watching films and playing games on phones and other gadgets.
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