Short Mobiles Poems
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A river of black birds streaming in air
Just above the bare tree tops
Across the busy street
Were set in motion by busy mobiles,
And I could not see the end
Of that stream above me.
Handsets
peppy ringing
fosters frequent discourse
bridging loneliness with a prompt
chinwag
gadgets
solid gainful
employ explores express
rapport despite widespread qualms re
mobiles
I just figured it out!
After I got new one
Why people spent long time on mobiles!?
They are learning new features in that device,
And recalling how they did the other night thing!
So fast "touch move"
And updating stuffs
Multi-coloured whirlygigs
and dangling dvd mobiles
have a playful role
protecting my potted
young Blueberry bushes
from hungry for worm birds
digging up the plants
I might even add a baby monitor
making the sculpture
complete.
Autumn flaunts
splendiferous
colors;
rich earthy tones,
gilded in gold leaf.
Mobiles and abstracts;
form, Nature's
finest
works of art.
Brisk breezes,
weave crisp orange leaves;
into crunchy speckled
shrouds,
of awesome beauty.
Mobiles took from us face talk,
heaters took from us the feeling of fire to the skin,
tabs took from us the love for the rivers and streams,
keyboards took from us the feeling of a pen in hand,
theory took from us praticality
and freedom took from us the embrace of having.
The witches have now gone on a huge labor strike.
They are more difficult now to double cross, let alone like.
They are wearing socks that have a weird pattern of stripe.
Their underarm odors are notorious foul, irritating and ripe.
They are driving bat mobiles that make their brooms passé’.
I am glad not to be around any of them at the end of day.
“Floods! Floods!!
Quick! Quick,”
Blared the loudspeaker:
“Just five minutes to flee.”
Mobiles? ATM cards?
Jewels? Documents?
To hell with such!
Gathering the kids,
Picking up whatever the hands could hold
They all fled.
Blood…blood… O+
Quick! Quick!!
Oh, but the religion?
To hell with it!
To be—that is the question!
Religion?
Nonsense!
*****
Cell phones came, replaced your watch,
Resignedly you just watched;
Took away your alarm clock,
You shrugged and to your way walked;
Next, it eyed your camera,
You: ka mera, ka mera!
Then came daily calendar,
You knew just to surrender.
Should next be your family,
Would you still watch by idly?
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Ka mera: Hindi, for ‘what’s in there for me?’
Happenings |05.06.2023| humour
Darwin thought that the origin
Of the species was all in
Where the strong survived
And others have taken a dive
So I was thinking
Whilst at home drinking
What will we be like in a hundred years time
So that we will be primed
We’ll have a clamp hand to hold a phone
And a flat ear shaped for mobiles alone
Our voice tones will be tuned to phone use
With no need to repeat or make an excuse.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Good ones on disc drive,
Bad in mind's, oft to arrive,
Man keeps wounds alive.
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Musings |14.05.2021|
Topic: memories, mind, nature (human)
Poet’s note: Memories are what this world is made of. Man tends to store his good memories on mobiles or computer disc drives, and store the bad ones closer home in the mind. What is worse, he visits them more often than he visits the good memories. If only he learns to interchange these storing places!
once upon a time
couple’s lovingly held hands...
now they clutch mobiles!
they've no need to speak
they are communicating...
using fingertips
how can children learn
if they copy their parents
from an early age
face to face talking
sadly a dying art form...
some call it progress!
Based on recent observation of people in restaurants where many were sitting at tables not talking with the others but just glued to their mobile phone screens
11/10/18