Every year in this county and across the world…
common words that were once easy to repeat…
become antiquated and obsolete.
May we be blessed that soon
in all the diverse languages across the world we create…
some words will no longer be in use:
words like war, and prejudice and hate.
If not for us…then for our children…
Wouldn’t it be great in the future if with everyone they meet
all the callous, cruel and heartless words
were already obsolete.
They're calling it social evolution
I just see AI making mankind obsolete
Bleak vision for the future
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
You took but never gave
You broke but never mended
You lied and betrayed
Your promises were lies intended
You played on the kindness of others
Without remorse for your deceit
Years of selfishness and greed
Now….from so many you are estranged and obsolete!
Shall we once more, in mountains of our thought,
Gaze down upon the vastness of our ground,
And know that for the meadows newly sought,
The flowering fields shall not by us be found?
Shall we recall that bronze took place of stone,
And then in turn to iron did yield its way;
That ships of sail no more the oceans own,
And brilliant sunlight lasts for but a day?
Shall we, in embers of the distant past,
Remember living forms that brought our dawn,
But, by that gift of birth, their fate was cast,
And we the reason that their time has gone?
O, things shall pass, and it were ever thus:
'Tis more bitter, though, now that it is us.
obsolete cursive
no longer taught in school
how do they sign name
Will pens
(I'd have to think
when last I dipped mine in ink)
and sad to say
pencils go
the dodo's way
become extinct or obsolete
(oh no)
to the average man in the street
as if it weren't for junk mail
no matter how large or small
never mind trees and ecology
wouldn't have no mail at all
when I was young still a nipper
a lot more lively
hale hearty and chipper
had pen pals galore
now they're e-pals
it's done with thumbs
some folks use keystrokes
and I'm not sure
if anyone
writes letters anymore
Obedience and respect are probably both an obsolete word
Disrespect from children and wives, is what I’ve heard
If you think this was written by a non-thinking fool
I double dog dare you to substitute teach in a grade school
Better yet, find a wife and tell her how it’s going to be
I can guarantee you will get at least one knee
What I am, what you are not,
what you need and what I want, that you do not have.
The stars above do not pretend,
Their light is truth that will not bend.
But hearts, like mirrors clouded fast,
Reflect a world that cannot last.
I am the quiet, the silken dusk,
You are the fire, the sunlit husk.
Your need is hunger, a ceaseless tide,
While I am the stillness you cannot abide.
Wisdom waits in ancient streams,
Yet innocence burns in fragile dreams.
I sought the peace your waves destroy,
And you chased storms for fleeting joy.
Lost in you, I became the sea,
A tempest wild, no anchor free.
You skimmed my surface, blind to all,
The depths where wisdom's voices call.
Skin to sky and sky to skin,
We met as strangers meet the wind.
The waves betrayed, the skies forgot,
What I am, what you are not.
What I want is neither yours to hold
Nor mine to shed like tarnished gold.
For truth, like water, slips away,
Yet leaves its salt to mark the day.
And so, we drift, both bound and free,
A sky, a wave, eternity.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump right into your mix.
Taste the vast mind pool of your existence.
No need for the ticket man.
Worthy journeys commence for free.
Though impossible-have no prejudice.
Everyone's invited into your destiny.
Some will yearn to stay. Some will beg to leave
Show them nothing or show them everything.
Take grand chances to be truly free.
Time to open up your world.
Shower them with your spirit-shine.
Parch them; sift through your coal darknesses.
Let them sip your diamond shine.
Some will pray to stay.
Some won't even say goodbye.
It's important to show them your entire story.
Time to open up your world.
Let them jump into the heart.
Only a few will stay; most will leave you far behind.
It will be the way it was meant to be.
Either way, it'll be just fine.
Classics, mysteries, autobiographies, adventure stories and everything else
Filling this terrific library from side to side, floor to window, ceiling to top shelf.
It is a book reader’s dream, until the entire concept gets bumped out by technology.
Now all of our favorite books can be uploaded on our tablets, a fine use of lexicology.
Divorce robbed him of surprise,
left him disused,
parts of his brain tingled less,
he grew blasé, he had to improvise,
extemporize parts
that were less prone to rust and mold.
It seemed he was a bare broom,
one that could no longer sweep away
a rising sense of purposeless.
Then it was that a new surprise found him,
he began to make yesteryear trinkets
knickknacks held together
with a duct-taped nostalgia.
Walking sticks and old-school picket fences
were carved from the bones of his memory.
Other doohickeys such as
paperweights for light-headed ideas,
or knickknacks to fill in
those awkward holes in people’s lives.
Success returned, so did a new wife.
She had a lever, a jack,
to hydraulicly lift him up
when he occasionally sagged.
She used superglue on all his loose bits.
It’s wonderful what a new lick of paint can do.
Of all the professions ever been in the world
Some are rightly regarded today as absurd
The Western Union man just can't compete
with high-tech texts and twitters and tweets
'Typewriter Repairmen' now obsolete
'Abacus Salesmen,' long rest their feet
'Butter Churners,' consigned to back burners
Bowling lane 'pin-spotters,' no longer wage-earners
But the profession I miss the most by far
is the Texaco Gas Jockey with his big bright red star
I'm heartsick that "gals" no longer remain
Gals are called guys, how completely insane
Please gals, hurry back
Your charms we so lack
It's a good word that we must now regain
7/23/22
Frankfurter is an obsolete word
Then again beanie weanie sounds absurd
the term wienerwurst is another way
to indicate a hotdog on game day
We have a feeling
my love and I
that it's time to leave.
It is the passing
of an earlier time
for which we grieve.
Then, right was right,
hope was bright,
and civility was ever in sight.
We were free our minds to speak
no need for games of hide and seek
or to be pathetically weak.
Without a clap of thunder
that world is dead down under,
making us wonder and perceive
that it's time for us to leave.
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