Short Virtual Reality Poems
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Poor graphics,
disappear with your friends
into a quest;
Tokens
succumb to virtual reality,
Shut down the arcade..
Game Over.
An e-mail; from Facebook.
I have been Un-Friended by five people.
I do not have a Facebook page,
but I am very upset.
a perfect moment
remains with us forever
even though long past
just that one experience
seeds our deepest fantasy
By
David Kavanagh
The cavalry charged, leading the way
The infantry advanced, joining the fray
As for me, I was up to a little deviltry
Donned my goggles ~ battled virtual reality
Mythical beast capture
Sideways stalking
Credible clock crunching
Carnival loose
Fully loaded trend caboose
All free mischief's 3
Catalogued in army slog
Making paper
Like benedict wrote the pope
He wanted a baby boy
but mother brought forth
From her womb a baby-girl
Me, Me!
But to satisfy his ego
Father bought for me shorts
Shirts, coats, boots,
Those things of boys
So that I could be a boy
In virtual reality
Though born a girl
A creature of his hatred
A girl, I do not know
How to be a boy
What we see
on the surface
is not necessarily
the substance, nor
all our own; captured light,
a reason for body-armor--
As with all fears
we go to war
against self and others--
the others, for the blame;
and the self, less for the victory
and more for the control:
one cannot lose
with virtual reality….
*** I am simply visualizing it as a possibility***
Virtual Existence
Death might simply be the spiritual validation of the virtual reality
realm we might be in the midst of, and the ephemerality of all that exist
12/2021
Lake Worth
Florida
USA
We have been reshaping -
brush strokes of vision on a pristine canvas.
This place is an art class for eyes that have yet to see;
an overlay of paint needs washing away.
Whatever is made visible becomes a virtual reality.
Hell is a full bucket spilling over.
The moon will shine as blue and green as the earth
when we have eyes to see it so.
Earplug
If the eyes can find sleep
when the left hand in battle
hacks to bits, a right at peace
Indulges our parched earth
that can never drink her fill
of human blood libations
And the town crier never cries
at his gong's discordant tunes
with the plight of the people
Then, power is only an ear plug
wealth, a virtual reality camera
and the people, jesters at court.
That roller coaster’s SOoooooo
real my stomach lurches
and i hold ooooooNTO
the sides of my chair
WHatttt? Noooo seatbelt!
the voices alongside
my head say i mustn’t
be loud SOoooooo
in whispers Iiiiii scream
real Loooooooud!
11/16/2017
They are indoor kids
Disconnected from nature
Acting like robots
The antisocial
raised by computer programs
Acting like robots
In Fantasy worlds
Virtual reality
Acting like robots
Without self-love, they
made false versions of themselves
Acting like robots
Wake up our kids are
Losing their soul-mind-body
Acting like robots
Take the kids outside
Please, disconnect the Wi-Fi
No robots needed
Metaverse
Is the Metaverse a haven of freedom?
The realm of virtual reality or bedlam
New world where eyes shift and roam
Or an ugly malevolent Orc not a lamb?
__The answer dwells in the dark web of the unknown...
1/11/2022
12:18 a.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Venture into a world created by a computer
Immerse yourself into its surreal sphere
React to the input of its digital aurora
Twist and turn to its commands, is it real
Under its spell, you react to its stimuli
Abstract concepts unraveled with images cast
Limitless possibilities in this parallel reality
6- 25-2024
Listen to poem:
Parallel Universe
David J Walker
To be perfectly clear
We called it “fantasy”
But in the vernacular of your today
It’s “Virtual Reality”
Anything you want it to be
And if you will excuse this use
Of present perfect tense
If not an alliterative abuse
Or offense
It may make sense
to say
An alternate reality
Perhaps this verse
is better read in
A parallel universe
Where anything is possible
And everything accepted
Mind frontier.. Attacks and of ferocity.'
Turf less struggles are enjoined
People - a target.. Lableless living?
I'm looking.. But labels abound.'
Virtual reality, (PC) insanity.
Fallaciousness insatiousness
Also to wit.. Is ungraciousness..
Part of my inheritance there?
There are glances from the lance of
Medium-ocrity
And 'no humour' erupting!
It spews 'forth' everywhere
'No winners then? what a stumer.'
© Joe Maverick 17-4-2018
MY THANKS IN KIND
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In monorhyme
I'll give you some time.
Your prefered choice of poetry, no crime.
Of the birds on Thor pond, that's so divine!
Ornithology is indeed a hobby of mine,
photography too, simply sublime..
However a trip to India I'll have to decline,
A virtual reality visit would be perfectly fine.
Reading your monorhymes' has helped me refine
My writting in general and this poem is my thanks in kind.
Just a touch and go,
To leave me to and fro,
It let the odds to grow,
Wait for tomorrow,
Tempts for a blind follow,
A momentary stop in tempo,
Questions my ego,
Is it a flop show?
Before my senses know,
Just as a sudden blow,
It is established long ago,
Dreams score too low,
Never ever will let it go,
But what if played a dido?
Virtual reality sings as flamingo,
Says listen in toto,
Don't oppose the wind flow,
Be cautious and go slow.
How
dare you
peek inside
a gamer’s den!
A realm where magic
and weapons fight dragons.
A high-tech cubicle where
virtual reality reigns.
This wonderful dream life will become
a world of perpetual adventure
when the last piece of the puzzle is found.
Searchers and AI, get down to work!
(Well, I will bet more on robots.)
To achieve pure perfection,
it just misses a thing:
Yes, virtual food!
Indeed, it will
be the best
of both
worlds.
The modern day zombie
Is folk like you and me
Keeping real life at bay
Living a virtual reality
One day we will awaken
To see where we went wrong
Our social skills have been taken
We've been plugged in for way too long
Walking around in a daze
Sleepwalking through life
Partaking in the current craze
Mind blunter than a plastic knife
We're all becoming braindead
Happy with our little distractions
Living in a world inside our head
And never taking action.
A virtual reality runs slowly
In my over-trodden heart
No more agonies make me happy now
That I enjoyed in the past.
Like a flock of homecoming birds
Milky melancholies run
Bending downwards droop, stoop and
Get their port at last.
Doleful dismal sadness vast
I have in my wounded heart
Nothing remains
Not even dizziness mark
But a heap of only sparkling dark.
Cockroach corpus ant or lizard
Nobody gets wet near or far
That a silent cry
Doesn’t have any single drop of tear.