Short Modern World Poems
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Our modern motor
Internal combustion engine
The automobile
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Modern world with modern modems,
AI, Wi-Fi, modern day totems,
keyboard nostalgia, a typewriter App,
mind that modern knowledge gap,
discord, discourse, modern day omens.
Wonder of the modern world
To the nation was unfurled-
Art Deco on a grand scale
Strung across this dangerous strait
The truly inpressive,Golden Gate
Tribute to Joseph Strauss
Alexander the Great, Caesar and Napoleon too
Through military conquest empires grew
Pulitzer's Fourth Estate ruled the modern world
~ 'til Zuckerberg Facebook, then Meta unfurled
the modern world enslaves us too,
the rich want cheaper wages true,
to soothe the greedy rich,
hells door 4 the son-of-a-vitch,
will e be falling thru...
re: 'Traffic of Misery'
Harry horsman
Don
I like to wander,
Wander where,
The landscape’s wild
And I can breathe fresh-air,
Where the modern world
Can be kept at bay,
Where my anxiety and cares
Seem to melt away,
In fact, I think,
I think ….
I’ll stay.
Breed
not blood
not color
that you carry
all over your skin
that projects inner self
energize your whole being
from head to toe that you all know
since childhood that made your character
an ally or foe of the modern world
in the modern world we have been hurled,
the maelstrom is inside us,
the greed of rich do cast their pitch,
the feathers can't abide much.
tarred and feathered,
brainwashed for 2 blind us....
of: Kerry Singleton-s "Revelation"
Don Johnson
One lone man against Leviathan
With its signals and its code
It’s forms and formulation
What’s a soul to do,
Bend and yield as a willow
Or stand proud and tall as an oak?
You tell me,
Or better yet ask Jonah
In the belly of the beast.
(8/22/24)
Too many people do not know touch.
Our modern world does not allow such
Underlying need to be expressed.
Can't we please simply regress?
Hug each other, really press
Skin to skin, body to body.
Keep truly connected
In a physical way.
Now, go and hug someone today.
The island
Once naive
now tainted
by the winds of change
Once native
now giving birth
to a race of diverse cultures
Once a peaceful place
now disturbed
by a rapid modern world
The island
Once their home
our home
my home
has become an uncertain place in the heart
People, at least in the modern world,
Have trouble even accepting
The existence of evil in this world.
But what is the essence of evil
If not the enslavement of others?
And all around we see that happening
Privately, publicly, and
Even within our own minds.
(1/16/23)
A marathon of various learning skills
Starts right now
Tuition centre, art centre, music centre. dance centre, computer centre, language centre and many more
A life long learning
From young to old
As man are born to be a man
Spiritually and materialistically balanced
In this modern world
Festivals are celebrated
In grand feasts, a socialized and modified way
Only feasts are remembered
But
Neither the interesting and mysterous stories or fairy tales
Nor the unique, strange, never-met ancestors
For they are too far away
To be understood
By the stonely hearts of this modern world
Screens stretched across the Modern World,
rivalling our natural vision.
Eyes, lenses, and optic nerves strained
Retinas, pupils, irises, tears.
Most affected?
A Feast of Fatigued Eyes
that rivalled ancient scribes' affliction
Eyes as interfaces
Eyes as digital portals
Eyes, the sacrifice given to Progress' children
child lower your hands from your begging plate.
shine my shoes and shut your mouth.
lose your innocence not a moment too soon.
this is what the modern world is about.
stop those tears that waste the need to hear.
your statistic is numbered down.
fear nothing but me,for i am fear.
and you are a ditch dug six feet down.
Like fruitless wanderers,
mall walkers slap their feet
in a rhythm
that goes nowhere.
Only round and round,
past mega-bucks sales;
pet store puppy mill reject dogs,
a merry-go-round for elderly exercisers.
Fitness for arthritic window shoppers.
Fashion pants do beckon,
'come forth and sally
ye nomads of the modern world.'
It's in sadness and sorrow do we find unity
Sometimes it easier to talk it than show it
Terrorism affect every person rich or poor
Anger it is real when it comes to your door
Nothing is so remote in the modern world
But let us remember those who have died
Until we trully decide to fight the terrorist
Lives will continue to so brutally taken again
A vast ocean
our churning seas
sit within Earth's bowl
containing historical treasures
within murky depths
Secrets settled
still to be unveiled
Precious cargo's price untold
not known if would offset
the cost of any rescue or revelation
Untold scenes priceless
hold enormous quantities of life
scarred by the touch
and interference of our modern world
Reflections
Concrete and steel,
black windows,
multi-level buildings.
Artificial constructs
meant to keep humans
protected from nature.
Grass and trees
mere reflections
in the dark black glass.
Or are the buildings
mere reflections of
nature.
What is real and
what are ghostly reflections?
In our modern world
we have isolated ourselves
so much that it is difficult to know.
Times fly and life passes by,
Nothing but aerodynamics
And motion graphics,
Self motivated champs
And flying teens with automobiles,
Watching female cartoons
Projecting large moons,
Moors dreaming about freedom
And albino's rejoicing in the kingdom,
The modern world simulated by
Politicians resulting in deserted cities-
and over populated Deserts,
Captured men and freed children
Such is life: the modern times,
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Technological Transition to a Modern World
David J Walker
The Earth comprised of earthy scent
Labored sweat
Grim regret
80 years have sown
The Earth revised by measure lent
The hunters net
A daily threat
90 years have flown
The Earthy prize a treasure spent
A gamblers fret
An unpaid bet
100 years on loan
The Earth receives unearthly bent
The loss offset
A crude asset
1000 years have flown
Not Wholly as it should be
O holy city set in gold
of thee both praise and woe are told.
To three faiths the troubled home,
we see the spire, the Wall. the Dome.
Where once did graze the kid and lamb
I behold a traffic jam.
In Heaven's name, oh, tell us why
property prices are sky-high.
O meeting point of East and West,
O thou at once most cursed and blessed,
show less of your worst
and more of your best.
Africa In The News
Tanks hugging the
Unwilling ground,
Minute ants poke their treads.
As blackened trees still smoke
From the heavy rebel shelling.
A faceless child lays in a
Lake of blood,
Its toothless mother tries
To bite into a tree trunk
Just to get the last sap.
The filthy hands of other children
Weild machetes.
A colourless camera man incessantly clicks
For his modern world to see.
Paul Kasami
Called Dianetics
Back in nineteen fifty two
Xenu is now born ~¬!¬~
Science fiction dreams
Alive in the modern world
Followers arose ~¬!¬~
Ones declaration
That aliens are earths structure
Are now believed ~¬!¬~
Progression abounds
For in Camden, New Jersey
The lure of anew ~¬!¬~
Xenu, just a dream
Church of Scientology
Cult or religion? ~¬!¬~
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