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Look at the mad period needy
Melted in the background of the forefront of my mind
Thinking about all of the thoughts I've left far behind
Now everything within my head seems so very intertwined
The asterisk by the questions of answers I'll never find
Interference is what confuses my once solid mental state
Fear is the illusion that my enemies illustrate
Unbalanced in tortured abuses that echo and reverberate
Evidence seems inconclusive but not open for debate
Inhumane acts to humanity just a subject to be tested
Mind raped in profanity every part they have molested
Actions of complete insanity why was I even selected
The power of my anatomy has been tortured and arrested
V2K, silent sound, no touch torture, gang stalked target
How to fight those who always walk on Blood Red Carpet
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Oh, latest iPad, may I hang thee,
From the nearest garden tree!
A Grinch, thou art and nothing more.
Causing me, endless problems galore!
As always, Safari is to blame?
Almost a tune, that puts me to shame.
Why is it I , who is always at fault?
I dream of joyful days of saddleshoes
and malts.
Of humanity speaking, face to face.
And of being social, was of no disgrace!
Typewriters and mail, oh how I love!
This electronic age, hardly hand in my glove.
I miss the aroma of fresh, pencil shavings.
Thus goes, my off the wall nightly ravings.
People no longer look at the beauty of one
another.
Pasty- faced countenances adoring their beloved,
electronic other !
A ghost faced, global society?
Which dreams a worthless vaccine
can save humanity?
I despise propopganda with my entire being.
And on our devices, is all right we are seeeing.
9/30/2021
When the telephone rings,
There's a message it brings.
Oh man! Just go out and see
Nature has created a picturesque symphony
Tree are birthing
leaves
fruits
flowers.
It is green and colourful
Breeze is blowing,
birds are mating,
sun is warm
welcoming
Just shut down your electronic devices
go out
enjoy
Nature is beautiful
Joyous
Flowers are dancing to the beat of wind
Birds are singing melodic music to woo their mates
Watch exclusively designed butterflies fluttering by
Observe how they drink nectar from flowers
Bumblebee is busy collecting honey.
In trees squirrels can be seen scampering
Watch out for nests,
Small fragile young ones
Featherless beauties
Mother feeds them with her beak
Everything is beautiful
Happy
Celebrating
Sun is pleasant,
Walks are exhilarating.
Watch the changing colours of sun and
Shimmering noon
Unobscured by clouds
Just be out
Don’t sit at home.
Nature is at its best for you to enjoy.
Collect as many wonderful memories as possible.
Life is short
Tomorrow uncertain!
7th March 2021
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D-eploying
E-fficacious
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Topic: Birthday of Donna Vhie L. Edep (January 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Looking for love on computer lines
in the faces of many strangers
where no light of love ever shines
dancing in and out of dangers.
Looking for love electronic
manly visages on pages.
No welcome home yet in the dark,
broad range of generous ages.
Where is the man that will love me?
Where is the man that I love?
Past days romance came so easily,
like a blessing from above.
Contacts that go on forever,
anonymity, slogans and slurs.
It’s not here now and never was.
“Good day to your countenance sirs.”
2/21/20
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Topic: Birthday of Charline Maligdong (January 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
The I-phone buzzes off and on all night.
An annoying sound, perils of playing multitude of word games.
Mostly scrabble, but others. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
I turn it off, but the buzzing continues. In uneven intervals,
Not a pretty rhythm or sound.
My I-pad is a culprit now. It is now buzzing too.
How she linked up with my I-phone is only known to my husband
Who thought he was helping me.
The electronic age is becoming annoying now
As it is bothering my already fitful sleep.
I unplug everything, feeling like the master.
Bzz. Bzz. Bzz.
My nerves are becoming irritated.
I am thinking of tossing them both out the window.
Cancel email came after work
So of course three of us missed it
Other nine stayed off the ice
Comfy in their jammies
Eating sweet warm toast
Watching TV
Annoying
Us Three
Lots
If you have to do anything in furious moderation,
Please do not let it be electronic, I-pad automation.
The techno-magic- facetime and texting surely fits our station.
Keeping us in a perpetual state of nonhuman communication.
If you do not know this already, you are on a mind-less vacation
Living in a cave with bears, who are also in a state of hibernation.
The whispering on the breeze is near
So gentle it’s hard to hear
But it never goes away
It has so much more to say
Hold on and listen still
Concentrate on the words you may feel
Even when there are blasting sounds
They are still there to be found
Perhaps it is those who have passed on
Trying to say what in life was wrong
As echoes heard on the breeze
Trying hard now to be believed.
© Paul Warren Poetry
She's ninety-one, she doesn't get
electronic things and such.
She can mess up any device
with just a look or touch.
Yes, things change as years go by
but Mom's not one of those.
We steer her clear of newish things.
That's just the way it goes.
We gave up trying to log her on
to the computer at my house.
A battle of wills, it did ensue
between Mom and the computer mouse.
It was a war she could not win.
Frustration was the name of the day.
The cell phone was our next attempt,
which also failed in a very big way.
Remote control buttons are covered up.
Only the bare minimum can be seen
because when she starts pushing them all
her language becomes obscene.
So, its a basic T.V. and phone for her.
She really doesn't care too much.
She's ninety-one and doesn't get
electronic things and such.
03/10/2016
For every night every every other night does the moonlight shine in or browsers for new opening's,
For all I stand for is simply things what make for the examdots of spread sheets,
Man I am man I held as man I stand,
Can one as a man be to open to necessary to label a sheet without the consistent of the holder,
Man I am man I held as man I stand,
To read between the lines not truthfully or bashful to hold assessment together,
Is that not a bonding folder hack off and cheer to all,
But what hold truth of holding on to making two.
Human way to just dictate
Robotics way to translate
Technology being a relay
No physical office workers to be there
Robotics will be the new twist
This is something no one will miss
Efficiency faster than human labor
Dictation will be more of a snap
There will be even time to research a destination map
Business letters electronically typed by using your voice
How the business letters are arranged being your choice
Imagine financial statements being precise to the T
Everything ready for presentation for all to see
Human speed won’t be needed anymore
Labor physical employees will be given the open door
Office automation being office technology of tomorrow
But to the human employee force meaning sorrow
Technology being on the move
Efficiency in precise and decisions in never have to think twice.
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