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2012 Poetry Theme Challenges#04 The Cyber Highway |
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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.
Jemmy XXXX |
The Cyber Highway
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Kathy AndersonA 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. back to list |
Divena CollinsWhat 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.  ----- 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.  back to list |
Jem Farmer'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. ----- 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. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleThere 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. ----- 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.  ----- 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. back to list |
Peter WillowdownSlowly, 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... back to list |
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