Its prefferable to allow speech to be free
For 'only then' can others consider?
Of the orators intent; and
Ideas? Also mentallity.'
A delicate dance, a subtle sway,
Expectations woven, in a societal way.
A woman waits, with passive gaze,
For a man to lead, with financial ways.
He pays the bill, the ring, the wedding fee,
The provider role, a lifelong decree.
She expects support, for herself and her kin,
A one-way street, where love may give in.
But some women defy, these norms so grand,
Contributing equally, hand in hand.
A true test of love, a gesture so fine,
When she invests, with a loving design.
Yet, in the courts, a different tale unfolds,
Assets divided, with a legal hold.
A woman shaped, by societal might,
To contribute little, in the dark of night.
A partner, not a burden, we must seek,
Emotionally and financially, a bond unique.
Let's break the mold, and redefine love's role,
A mutual journey, with a balanced soul.
A couple of days ago
I had an encounter
It was very educational
Many lives in illusion
They're very delusional
If you're not aware
You'll fall in their well
Then You start living in a warfare.
They believe in illusion
Which is void
Thinking it's reality
No wonder
Christ was crucified
The truth is really bitter
They all like sugar coated lies.
The work they put in
Is different from what they want
Show them love
They'll still snub
Because they're domb
Just to feed their norms
Always following societal programming.
Society sure has a lot to say
on how middle-aged women should behave.
Who dares to sanction that fire still alive inside?
In this her fiftieth year, she curses her sex-drive.
For she has prayed for years for someone to love,
Imposed voluntary abstinence to honour the Man above.
Perhaps, she shall marry at sixty-five
Until then, the fight continues for she must thrive.
So on behalf of all hot-blooded women, she scribes.
Why do we wait till the very last minute?
Is the world not always calling,
Yet we don't respond.
Does it take a crazy emergency,
For us then to see an immediate urgency?
Why do we wait till the very last minute...
Yes, life happens.
But, what does being ignorant do?
Yet we don't respond.
Just because sorrow isn't always
In the light of the naked eye,
the birthing pains have been
creating it's torment gradually.
Why do we wait till the last minute?
Forced diversity has led to a compacted social sedimentation.
Another flavor of oppression...for everybody... this time around.
There's a heavy undercurrent of resentment and hatefulness.
Tugging souls down to where there's no air-no light -no honor.
A few well-intended veins are attempting to traverse the compaction.
But they're thin- fragile- guilt-ridden- unsustainable.
Destined to a slow wither or quickly bleed out.
If compacted for a prolonged period
There'll be a blending, but only via explosion.
Make no mistake:
This movement isn't about unity, equality, or putting balm to a wound.
It's about resentment, entitlement, and payback.
Choking people out with their mental scar tissue.
Mothers of the world, I plead with you,
For each child you nurture, a life anew.
Be they good or bad, in your arms they grew,
Amidst a harsh world, let anger subdue.
Fathers standing tall, can you comprehend?
The struggles they face, the wounds they must mend.
Frowns breed chaos, let compassion ascend,
Boys forced into men, a cycle we must transcend.
And who should carry the weight of this plight?
The child who cries out, seeking solace in the night?
The mother balancing, with all her might,
The father, a pillar, when darkness takes flight?
Or is it society, the one to blame,
Muting our cries, labeling them as tame,
But who's there for you, in sorrow and flame,
A listening mother, with love as her name.
A father toiling, his devotion unyielding,
While you weep, he senses the pain you're concealing,
Society looms, its blows ever revealing,
Can we recreate a world where compassion is healing?
Let us rise together, mothers and fathers as one,
In a symphony of love, our battles undone,
Where society listens, its heart truly won,
And the silent cries find solace in the sun.
sinking to bottom
the bits of worthless matter ~
all who do evil
Date written:05/05/2023
I only wanna get higher...
Higher,
Hired,
Higher,
Hired,
Higher,
I only really wanna get higher.
Hate and intolerance, wicked evils of the world.
Prejudices, biases, and bigotry
ran high and rampant -
in times of unrest and hardship.
Why are some so thoughtless?
I realize that hate is not something
that is natural to us.
From the early beginning of life,
that spontaneously sprung into existence.
Like a blade of grass appearing unbeknownst
in a silent crack on the sidewalk.
Back then, we were still -
uncontaminated by the evils -
as we grew older, in some,
they took roots and planted the seeds
of ignorant stereotypes.
Put in place and cultivated,
by the very society we live in.
With the numberless amounts of fertilizers
that society fed to them,
they began inciting hate and prejudices.
In the end, all those efforts resulted in violence.
Purposely released upon those
of difference, be it of
race, religion, or sexual orientation,
that can't bend to its will,
in its own disillusioned image.
Hate, intolerance, prejudice, bias, and bigotry -
from forth its heart
it unleashed onto the world -
fear, unrest, violence,
and ultimately, destruction.
Digital age, digital technology, digital people
Digital adds to life
Digital subtracts from life
But why?
Because:
People make things
People change things
People use things
People abuse things
So:
Digital education for everyone
Then:
Digital technology for everyone
Young and old, rich and poor, here and there
Reboot society
Reboot life
Reboot digital!
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Written 2 February 2021
This is a poetical version of
Rebooting ethics education in the digital age
https://doi.org/10.20935/AL146
It demonstrates Poetical potentials: the value of poems in social impact education which can be found at
https://dl.acm.org/doi/10.1145/3381025
Both articles are written by Simon Rogerson
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: December 19, 2021
Ideas implanted,
Without my consent.
Holding me in contempt,
Knowing I need to vent.
But I don't know how.
So I,
Aimlessly prance around,
Smile, but wanna frown.
Head up, but feeling down.
Pretentiously playing a clown.
That tension internally, stirring, destructively, creating the beast, nowhere to release, who should I be?
Who they want me to be?
Emotions, causing commotions, unsatisfied with the notion.
Drinking the magic potion.
And it's filled,
With “love”.
But it's conditional, & subliminal, stealing my soul like a criminal.
But the system calls the plays, and I’m the receiver
Masking everything, creating an unfulfilled deceiver
Now I'm a believer.
In,
Blazing your own trail.
Do it your way,
And you’ll uncover the veil.
Detonate the tocism please!
Self imposed agoraphobia
And because of the distance ignored
We are horrified to a pause in blink.
Our eyes reopen to a new qualm
Born into the inescapable
Promises of Anglophobes undone
Averse to created tendencies
A law abiding citizen does
While power lies then fades in true form.
Clang the danger signal before it's...
Unbuttoned like the switch of a shirt
An explosion torso to chest plate
Respiratory timidity splits.
Our ears harken to the shocking key
Abusing security and peace
Walled in the warning echoes nonstop
Sirens sing the whines of violins
Now fer moves with loops of topless grief
Accusing obscurity we see
And to this there is no good ending
But the stars shine a new beginning.
Elevated insight
So clear
Bright surety
Releasing the grasp of kaleidoscopic obscurity
Accepting any false judgments
Microscopic impurities
They are just contemporary deceits
Don't let them become your present day defeats
Don't feel compelled to let your life be kept discreet
You have the power to disagree
combating the issues of the common least
Questioning the integrity of cosmic longevity
You find that the truth isn't always so heavenly
You may want to give up
But there is no giving up gently
Escaping the influence of societal greed
I can't always be what you want me to be
You must fight
Fight hard and soft
And persevere till your knuckles bleed
Till there's nothing left but the will to be freed
Impassioned by the spirit to live
Tightening the rope
Till there's isn't any give
But to look in the reflection
And be able to forgive
Staring into our own eyes
This isn't the way it’s always been
But this is the time
for your journey to begin
Ignorance at work
Such is rumors
I plead as if you rake offense to this
I beg out of sorrow
For it is not intent to upset
But state
What is the typical truth
As seen through the teenage eyes
My age may be a teen
But my sight has lasted many life times
Is all I will state
As my words are my symphony
From another realm
In which you do believe me
I welcome you to this words of my symphony
Societal has fallen to its need of comformity
Ive seen this tale play out
I fear it’s the same story
We destroy what was given to us
To create a better world
We destroy what has helped us
To make it “better”
Yet so blindly
We don’t see the other side
We destroy
Not only that but a bit of what makes a
Mortal man
We see the environment getting destroyed
What do we do about
Oh
We tweet about how we are gonna fix it later
But we don’t get it
The later may not be here
We are in the moment so much
We are blind to the rest
We are faced with
Survival for now
Or survival for longer
The choice will be chosen
By the hand
Of humanity
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