Fredo got me and the gang
A primeval chord inside me rang
We went together on patrol
On the territory rebels had stole.
We saw him then, once one of ours
He tried to hide; you could see him cower
We kicked him, pounded till he was dead
It was a hoot, the blood we shed.
Then I noticed a creature further back
She was a human who I don't attack.
She shed tears and wrote in a pad
She had just learned that we could be bad.
She had bottle-fed me when I was a child
But a chimp is always part of the wild.
Can't blame us for ganging up on a foe
Its in the DNA, its how the winds blow.
My remote relative looked at his socials online
He noticed a trend to call Mary a swine.
He unfriended her, Mary gave a sob
Something primeval in the call of the mob.
Between Chimp and Man about 8 million years
We're still too close, it appears.
Some say evolution is not correct.
But why such an irrational intellect?
You are a force of nature pursuing me
At times so strong onyx overwhelming
You say you want me to be your wife
But I am afraid I can’t cherry oblige
Can’t see green forest for turquoise trees
You took a yellow year courting me
In your mahogany mind I belonged to you
Love is a mysterious crime I’m not in the mood
I am blue rain on your passionate parade
Purple is your pain because I will not stay
I kept your silver secrets as you have mine
Never got my sea legs as you stalk me online
I prefer to be bluebird who got away
I’ve an encouraging word I must say
I’m not your one your chocolate soulmate
Whoever she is for you she will wait
You have to admit that the online world is one of competition
You have to seriously stand out to gain popularity and recognition
To create and design applications that grabs at the heart of the people
This is a task and a responsibility that would only seem simple
You have to have the time and the staff to be able to do so
You would need the money and willing sponsors for the growth
Let's not mention the reviews and opinions of others as well
You would also need a couple of in-app purchases to help it sell
Staying on top of all the registered complaints is also what it entails
Being smart enough to have a back up plan if it isn't successful enough
To be a top notch app developer, man it must be tough.
Is the one click worth it?
Is the online love connection genuine?
Does it get better like fine wine?
Searching for love requires compatibility
Truth and appreciative the love between couples
Respect throughout
True love not false love
Open heart into romance
Actual person with a real photo
No hack in scam
Name worth giving
Not something made up
Love is about enduring heart
Enchanted spirit
Love within
Online love must work out from the very start
Emotions must be felt
Above all trust
There is a start and depart.
You have your own apartment? So far, good.
You also own a yacht? That’s so much better!
No children and no ‘ex’s – understood?
Just follow my requirements to the letter.
You’re free of all encumbrances, like pets:
you mentioned stocks and shares in that last note:
this match-up looks as good as first-love gets:
so send a recent photo – of the boat.
The morning bell is silent now,
No rush upon the stair,
Just one bright screen upon the desk,
And silence in the air.
We log into the endless class,
A grid of muted faces,
A digital, two-dimensional world
In familiar places.
The clock hand spins, the work piles high,
The day is soft and slow,
It takes a different kind of will
To make the focus grow.
Self-discipline, a sudden test,
When couches call your name,
To manage time and find the fire,
To keep hold of the game.
But still, the signal falters fast,
The video breaks down,
A voice that chops, a message lost,
Throughout the busy town.
The Wi-Fi lags, the device freezes,
A barrier so great,
The Digital Divide appears,
Sealing a cruel fate.
We miss the shared and sudden laugh,
The quick chat by the door,
The little human energy
We never knew before.
A wall of glass, a lonely sound,
Where community should be,
We wait for when the world spins round,
And learning sets us free.
accessing...
browsing...
downloading...
logging...
posting...
scanning, scrolling, surfing...
uploading...
I spend hours online
wasting time...
and I'm so good at it!
The gods are online today,
Updating their laws like software patches,
Fixing glitches in heaven while we glitch on earth,
Typing commandments no one reads,
Uploading sermons no one feels.
They scroll through prayers like spam emails,
Ignore the bleeding body in the dirt,
Reward the loudest liars,
And punish the quiet truth.
In their group chats,
They laugh at those like me —
Broken ribs, broken voice, broken trust —
Another ticket closed,
Another sinner "served."
The village bows to their screens,
Worships the edits, fears the updates,
And I,
I am just a bug in their system,
Flagged for deletion because I dared defend myself.
My innocence is offline,
My pain is offline,
Only the image matters here:
The curated guilt,
The viral shame.
The gods are online —
But none of them are listening.
There are many guys online
Each of them comes for purpose
Either simply for having fun
Or seriously for living curious
Someone as me are just viewers
Wandering online for kill-time
Either for sunrise or sunset to come
We are standing-by as specters
Looking nothing for particular
We are living in a special status
Having rattling beliefs and ideas
And appealing for world being safer
We first met coasting the blurred lines
of the information superhighway. We
exchanged polite words and respectful
kindness, though we seldom saw or heard
each other.
I am the old man of touch and eye contact,
you are the princess of text and illusions.
I adapt to your hot realms, to your affinity
for glittering screens because past and future,
old and young are but shadows cast
over the now.
Once I learned the rules, I believed in you.
You are alive and fragrant within the text
you deliver each moment of each day.
In the photos you send, in the stories you share,
you thrive and brighten my journey!
Social Media Princess,
my apps erect you through your words,
like the heroine I love in my favorite novel,
the perfect Eidolon in my dreams.
You return, making your offerings
again, and again. I somehow hear your
whispering words soothing my
solitary hungry heart. I somehow awaken
to your textual passion and kindness,
to my love and longing for you.
I'm not ashamed
but I need to know
why I'm detoxing from
all these dopamine pumps
how could you
not be included in
the mix that
keeps me from
feeling
this backlog
of pain
They met online with one click
She was a doctor, he was a prince
Both were liars, each a cat-fisher slick
All of their lives would make you wince
She paid for dinner, he had forgotten his money
In a few days they were calling each other babe and honey
Perfect couple of swindlers and thieves
When they swung by their relatives grieved.
I sit down and write
a poem to share.
I have friends on Poetry Soup—
they’re everywhere.
They’re everywhere
my friends online
who also take the time
to write and post.
To write and post
the insights we share
flicker onscreen
for the world to see.
For the world to see
we seek our muse
to shape our dreams
into stanzas others will see.
The stanzas others will see
bear witness to storied lives
our visions and our strife—
I sit down and write.
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I can see it in your eyes from across the room,
makes my heart ache, it’s a mistake - why do you
compare the self-view, dark-hue worst of yourself
to the online best of who?
Gosh dammit! I can’t stand it! If I had a single wish –
open windows, heal the widows and the few.
Those who give it all away, feel they fail some way
to the online best of who.
Wanna burn it to the ground, plow it under, put it down,
help you understand your beauty from my view.
Cuz it’s all a bunch of , give it up, don’t look at it...
yeah, the online best of who.
Your avatar’s cute here online
I said, so to make her all mine.
So we met at some place;
I saw her true face
she certainly was not divine!
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