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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges

#04 The Cyber Highway




Blessings and love to you all!

Love it or hate it we are all making use of computers, the internet and email. It is the modern way of things. Of course, I wouldn't be typing this challenge and you wouldn't be reading it without the aid of this technology. On the minus side the email box is full of spam and writing a letter to a loved one seems to be a thing of the long distant past. I'm not going to knock technology here nor am I going to sing its praises - not here anyway as that is the challenge, poetry about internet highway and computing.

Cyber Life

Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
Reviewing messages left in email,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.
A friend in Oz is sharing a sweet tale,
No longer taking two weeks by snail-post,
Instantly old letters begin to pale,
A social existence but what is the cost?
No love letters tied with ribbons of red,
A way of life now seems to have been lost.
The world is quiet, words no longer said,
A text message has replaced a quick call,
An alien tongue now spelt as it is read.
Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.

Jemmy Farmer
Happy Quilling!

Jemmy
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The Cyber Highway



Kathy Anderson

Online

Divena Collins

New Invention
Refrains of Yesteryear

Jem Farmer

A Banal Instruction
Cyber Life

Ryter Roethicle

Gaining Sense
On My Own
Youth of Mankind

Peter Willowdown

Slowly



Kathy Anderson

Online

A cuppa tea in front of the PC,
I sip as fingers trip over keyboard
To log on to my Facebook games and see
Who has posted the last request to hoard?
More items than any grocery list,
Checking wall feeds I spy the Tir, must load
That page from the Url link at last,
But never last on my mind, always there,
So there I linger for into. To cast
My writers spell at last for muse to share
And share she will in cyber land of free
Connections, though we pay the Pipers care,
A cuppa tea in front of the PC,
I sip as fingers trip over keyboard.

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Divena Collins

New Invention

What would we all do if computers were extinct
With a new invention discovered in their place
Can we all cope with learning something new
Will companys such as microsoft then go skint
We have no say, if we need change this pace
They are not prepared to hear our point of view
Blame the inventors who enforce this progress
Technology taking place of what we all know
But older consumers are now stuck in their ways
Discovering something new can cause stress
They need more time for interests to grow
Pushing aside the need to learn this final craze
So take away these computers if you must
Or leave them in a museum to gather dust.



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Refrains Of Yesterday

Within modern times past life has gone
A trip through the light fantastic years
Upon musical notes that fast disappear
Dance changes rapidly through the ages
As do refrains of music find a new dawn
Past lyrics of ballads fade within pages.

Much speed the tempo of timing does fly
Without orchestra`s would be incomplete
Shall romance of dance now be so discreet
Like times gone by when it was once so tame
The music shall change of the days gone by
So be it our future shall be the same.



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Jem Farmer

New Invention

'Tis said we should do what we think is right,
Listen to the voice of Conscience,
The small voice that whispers from the soul,
Call it gut,
Call it instinct,
Call it self,
I call mine Muse.

Too long the pen has lingered,
Toying with procrastination and self-pity,
While my dear Muse watched her beauty fade,
A poet neglecting the creative rites

The blank screen coldly stares,
No thoughts interact on the page,
‘Click’
Facebook seems so inviting,
Yet there it is, looking at me,
The much needed boot to the idle b’hind,
‘Life is short, make the most of it,’
Put your ass in the chair and write.



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Cyber Life

Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
Reviewing messages left in email,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.
A friend in Oz is sharing a sweet tale,
No longer taking two weeks by snail-post,
Instantly old letters begin to pale,
A social existence but what is the cost?
No love letters tied with ribbons of red,
A way of life now seems to have been lost.
The world is quiet, words no longer said,
A text message has replaced a quick call,
An alien tongue now spelt as it is read.
Each morning sipping coffee while I look,
One click to check out life on my Facebook.

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Ryter Roethicle

Gaining Sense

There was 25 of us sat there listening taking notes
A one thousand word essay be presented next week
To every statement we were to reference the quotes.
Ten pages of hand written script, no task for the weak
And I preferred a fountain pen, no slack Biro's for me
I was taught by Jesuits and proud of my "Italique".
Ten pages later and at least another wasted tree
I had my paper ready after hours of steady work
And this is what caused me to buy my first PC.
About an hour it took them, I felt a stupid jerk
Ten hours of write and rewrite for my work of art;
The next few months and finals made me smirk.
No late nights spent penning, tearing myself apart
Instead a Dip (Tech) Teaching, I'd finally gotten smart.

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On My Own

A few lightening flashes and technology's gone.
No power, no phone, a lantern's my only light
So much for civilisation, so much for mans might.
The radio's become my contact with the world
Because of the storm I have no TV to draw on,
And the radio speaks of rain and floods and so on.

And now the planes fly low over my house
The flight path tells me the main runways closed
We are all victims of what nature has imposed.
The pelting rain, even though the storm has gone
And other problems make me feel less than grouse
Probably its very lucky that I'm on my own.



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On My Own

A few lightening flashes and technology's gone.
No power, no phone, a lantern's my only light
So much for civilisation, so much for mans might.
The radio's become my contact with the world
Because of the storm I have no TV to draw on,
And the radio speaks of rain and floods and so on.

And now the planes fly low over my house
The flight path tells me the main runways closed
We are all victims of what nature has imposed.
The pelting rain, even though the storm has gone
And other problems make me feel less than grouse
Probably its very lucky that I'm on my own.



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Peter Willowdown

Slowly

Slowly, slowly, doth the womanly heart reveal its hidden treasure
softly, softly, the secret river of hidden sorrow
doth flow with molten pleasure...
gently, gently, suitor, woo her
she is easily startled,
this brash and shy and wild young beast,
a prodigy, a marvel.
Pretend indifference and creep up slowly
speak soft words to soothe her
Alas, you made your bid too soon
and now she's turned and bolted!
Quickly, quickly, in pursuit
through the Greenwood and the gloaming
rival suitors there might be
gypsy thieves a roaming...
a fickle organ, young and fey,
her heart is easily led astray.
Catch her eye and speak fair words
and let her slowly come to you;
with luck, good knight, she'll be your bride
before this very night is through...

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