we’ll be parasocial (enjoy one-sided emotional relationships).
practice ineffective communication
swim the algorithmic swamp
speak insurance language
soak in social exhaustion
trigger and be triggered
relish anti-affordability
do the bare minimum
embrace a conspiracy
manage our topics
accrue aura points
enjoy resenteeism
take the rage-bait
overuse backlash
seem authentic
explore AI sex
digitally clash
be bias blind
scroll away
rage-farm
deepfake
Job hugg
glow up
buy gas
ick date
go viral
resist
drip
.
.
Songs for this:
NOT CUTE ANYMORE by ILLIT
Who Knows by Daniel Caesar
Earth, a planet under siege,
Longing to be freed.
She was once free as the wind.
That is, until in came sin.
Earth is not realing and deteriating
Merely because of man's abuse.
And she's not crying from overuse;
But rather, she longs to be redeemed;
To be restored, revived and renewed.
Indeed, her time for such is overdue.
Environmental reveiws will not restore.
Decellerating commerce will not cleanse
The earth of its polution and toxins
Any more that the blowing winds.
Earth patiently waits to be made new.
But the restoration must first come
From its many waywardly inhabitants.
Like mortals, earth longs for change.
Until then, we wait with prayer, patience,
And live our best with love and purity.
oh, the irony...
glued
to electronic devices
designed to foster
connectedness,
yet the yawning gulf
between relationships
w i d e n
as a result.
with technology overuse,
far too many become
increasingly isolated.
with lips pressed
against cell phones,
fingertips
tap-dancing
on keyboards
as minutes
elongate to hours;
we grow oblivious
to the world around us:
ringing phones,
ticking clocks,
chirping birds,
loved ones
calling out to us
go unheard;
undivided attention
denied
to acquaintances,
friends,
even family members...
is it any wonder
we misspend time
electronically plugged in?
what has happened
to face-to-face communication?
what a world of difference
it makes
temporarily disconnecting
to r e e s t a b l i s h
the human connection.
"Oh, I never got a chance to tell you that I liked Sarah Vaughn too, this night reminds me to tell you that...I do, A***a, my son, Love Pops," ... by Poet
Lone
moans
ensues
overuse
be two years of tears
Jan fourteen-twenty-twenty-two
It is time I watched His video, and heard His songs ...
"Pops, my night, no goody-two-shoes, just R & B, the rebel me--with Mickey Mouse Hat!"
Dee was skimpy with her adjectives once again.
Whereas her twin Sue Lee was generous with them.
Neither of them had books that sold in droves or well.
Which twin's words do I like better? That is hard to tell.
Your words are insufficient, incomplete, meager Sue Lee said.
Dee said Sue Lee’s overuse of adjectives hurt her writers head.
I need my adjectives – lithe, lively, dainty, delicate and polite.
The twins disagreed, but both continued to plot and write.
Come and get it I have some breaking news!
You really need to get here right away,
this development quickly made my day;
It may just set off your internal fuse
careful the fire you do not overuse;
Run don’t walk there is no time to delay
come and get it!
Rebuilding with leftover residues
your future can be changed starting today!
That alone gives you a reason to stay;
Sparing a moment you really can’t lose;
Come and get it!
Ouch! Alright, I confess to overuse,
But easy does it, tiger. Good grief!
Must you kick me when I'm down?
When do you go numb? I beg, release...
Your grip on my achy calf muscle!
Everyday we get more dependant
Reducing our span of attention
Rendering us less independant
Diminishing our skill of retention.
Like this, like that
Me.. Me.. meme.. Me
View this, watch that
We’re all on TV!
Obsession regression
Responsibilities admonished
Overuse of powerful words
No one truly is astonished.
You ate a meal, well good for you!
You’ve cash for food and phone,
Take a photo, tell the world
What right have you to moan?
Attention seek, “Just don’t ask!”
Think I’m falling for that?
Like me! Like me! Desperate sad
Pleas that all fall flat.
Tech to make things simpler still
Swipe left, swipe right, unfollow.
Offence is taken in a keystroke
Fake friendship - promises hollow
Scan the code to know it all
Constant information,
Screenshot, bookmarks, save for later,
Constant life narration.
We’re overwhelmed to know it all
To friend each glancing stranger,
This hunger for what seems progression
Is clear and present danger.
My feather duster shed a plume,
From overuse, you might assume,
But you’d be wrong; my living room
Is good at hiding dust.
Yet that stray feather made me muse
On how the furnishings we choose
Provide our visitors with clues
About us they can trust.
Our décor, modern or antique
And ostentatious, plain or sleek,
Allows much more than just a peek
At what’s below the crust.
Though birds may decorate their nest
With shiny objects they’ve finessed,
Like us, they hope they have impressed
By how they’ve fluffed and fussed.
The body is a strange machine
With lots of moving parts
And once we’re born, like products purchased,
All the action starts.
The heart pumps blood, the lungs expand
And brain cells do abound.
The muscles grow, the eyes and ears
Take note of what’s around.
As years go by, from overuse
Or injuries we’ve faced,
The cogs and gears inside break down
And sometimes they’re replaced.
We plug along, though, even when
We’re aching and we’re tired,
For as we age, we also know
Our warranty’s expired.
Under this brilliant clear blue sky
A smoldering heat has descended,
Humidity so high I think I shall die
Under this brilliant clear blue sky
Electricity is now in short supply,
And, overuse of water is rescinded
Under this brilliant clear blue sky,
A smoldering heat has descended.
Written June 16, 2022
Winter bought rights to long life ~ in command
of blizzards, ice storms, unusable roads.
Iced windshields, snowmen--whatever's on hand.
Heat overuse caused great melt overload.
Alas, Winter thawed--and found he'd been snowed.
~Snowed, in this sense, means overwhelmed with lies,
taken advantage of~
December 13, 2021
For Winter Quintain Contest
by Francine Roberts
The bad news is Satan is the prince of this world and have been since
The Fall of mankind in the Garden of Eden
The Good News is Jesus has come to overcome the one who is in the world and soon there will be a new world for us to enjoy.
If God Ruled the World
There would be no wars
There would be no poverty or sickness!!
There would no violence
There would be no crime
There would be no need for brutality
Trafficking would not exist neither would slavery
There would be no such thing as abuse
There would be no existence of drug overuse
All lives would matter to other lives
The lion would get along with the lamb
There would be nothing but peace in the land
And all would bow to the Lord our true prize!!
SAID THE PANDEMIC aren't you afraid yet
I've been around a long time.
They call me SARS, MERS and now COVID-19.
Take precautions,
be clean and careful
for I descend like an Omen.
Sneezing,
coughing,
bone chilling hot temperatures
that destroy your lungs
and even your heart.
I can be Deadly!
I am the result of human misjudgment and interjection,
from consuming the forbidden,
overuse of antibiotics,
and chemical experiments to name a few.
You know they created me.
So do yourself a favor,
eat lots of veggies,
fish, black seed oil,
take your vitamins,
anything to boost your wimpy immune systems,
because I refuse to be treated lightly.
I do show up without knowledge,
travel in thin air,
spreading by the slightest of touches,
even lingering for a while,
wherever you may leave me,
on cart handles,
door knobs,
counter tops,
wash rooms,
just about any and everywhere.
So be Cautious and Aware,
for yes I AM DEADLY
and will take you
before your time.
Re-Creating Peace
The basket of castoffs is full.
No one can wear clothes, torn and stained.
Holes and rips that show use.
The scissors cut them like butter,
sharp and straight and curved and cornered.
Blocks, strips, and flowers,
traced dreams of yesterday.
Gathered moments in thread,
bare now from overuse,
but not lack of love.
One row, then the next.
Adding weight and strength to the whole.
Hard to stitch at times,
running out of thread, at too high a price.
Conserved for tomorrow, to feed us.
Re-use, re-make, re-think, re-own...
all grown now.
A tradition passed down...
one generation to the next.
The treasure of a family tree,
that includes you and even me.
Grandma taught me,
My aunt did it well.
My friend's mother was crippled,
but could double the length of every wire,
with a twist, no one else could achieve.
None are without perfection,
as His hand is seen in the piece work.
Sewn with young and aged hands,
to create peace in all lands.
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