Notion in a potion

Hold yourself in readiness

Many things will soon begin

Floods of light from telescopes

With messages therein

Prepare yourself to know at last

How you came to be right here

Standing tall and future bound

To live a life you can revere

There is no special purpose

From the myriad beyond

Just love and generosity

Letting kindness be your bond

Held Back

 

Constraints and limitations

Deviate and drive our road

Cards carrying our data share

None shall pass without a code

Living in an open compound

Misunderstanding freedom’s traits

Where none shall pass too easily

Without signing through the gates

Slowly giving up our rights

In what was once a rightful place

Needing umpteen recognitions

Mugshot fingerprints and face

In Part

 

Vibrations in the airwaves

Many movements stirring

Undetectable contrivances 

Silent gearbox whirring 

A spectre in a friendly cloak

Crowds selected if connected

Swimming in a poisoned well

Unknowingly infected

In the end, we stepped inside

Becoming one last page

To give the waiter one last order

The final message of our age

Here and Now

 

Passing by where ideas swim

At the ready for the catch

Pools of opportunities

To hatch a perfect match

I swirl around and blindly dip

Should providence bring gifts

Just in case that face to face

An idea bubble lifts

When the tinkling of an inkling 

Lifts a hand to ring a bell

Striking up with recognition

That calls for kneeling to the knell

Over and Done With

 

The scheme of things
get difficult

Reasoned lists
are guessing games

Promises are platitudes
With down-the-road disclaims

Systems have no empathy
No motive to succeed

Everything is passing by
Indecently at speed

Lend Me Your Ear

 

The famous artist Vincent

As pronunciations flow

Van Gogh like ‘ich’ or Scottish loch

Is neither ‘ic’ nor low

How rude it is to mispronounce

Appearing dull or dumpy slow

Ending up with double dutch

Not Goff, not Gogg not Go

There will always be an argument

As sure as night and right have sway

Like rough and bough don’t sound as cough

One day Van Gogh might have his say

https://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/m000gg29/the-art-mysteries-with-waldemar-januszczak-series-1-1-van-goghs-selfportrait-with-bandaged-ear

Just Checking

To be at peace to be at one

Absorb your inner space

Engage and hold serenity

Let your spirit interlace

Let all your tensions scatter

Let obligations be elsewhere

Enjoy the prone to be alone

Allow yourself to be in there

In this time of mass intrusions

Jolting buzzing shrill ringtones

As messages have gathered moss

To throttle rolling stones

Fight your fear of turning off
Far away from overlapping

Circumvent the probe intent

The sound of one hand tapping

Eight new mental illnesses brought to you by the Internet

“We’ve all been conditioned to be alert for notifications from our phones,” said Dr. Rosen. “We’re like Pavlov’s dogs in a way. You see people pull out their phones and two minutes later do it again even though nothing has taken place. That’s driven by reflex action as well as by anxiety to make sure we haven’t missed out on anything. It’s all part of the FOMO [Fear Of Missing Out] reaction.”

Link to article by: Evan Dashevsky | @haldash Staff Writer, TechHive

 

A Tricky Day in April

This crazy day in April

Where the foolish fail to think

Catching out the gullible

With a giggle nod and wink

Follies of the season

As March Hares knock about

To the crack of empty eggshells

Sneezing powder up your snout

A tricky day in every way

When there’s no such thing as cool

Not expecting unsuspecting things

Makes you the first of April’s fool