interfering Entities for Joe Poewhit
I cannot explain how I feel
when disconnected from the net.
Isolation lacks appeal
I am frustrated and upset.
I try rebooting my P.C.
May be it’s just a simple glitch.
My empty screen still smirks at me
my anger grows to fever pitch.
I try again without success
The gremlins have it in for me,
delight in blocking my access.
I try and try persistently.
At last again I am in touch
with friends of mine both far and near.
I have escaped the Gremlins clutch
although I know they are still here.
I think they live in my P.C.
or just perhaps in cyberspace.
They interfere maliciously
and they prove very hard to trace.
I wonder what they did before
computers came upon the scene.
Will they evolve for evermore
I think perhaps they might have been.
The source of all the fairy tales
That we are read at mothers knee
and when at last that magic fails.
They have to find some place to be.
Maybe they have a right to live
as sapient forms of energy.
Should I take pity and forgive
the spiteful tricks they play on me.
It seems that I have little choice
I must accept that they exist.
Although sometimes I raise my voice
imploring that they will desist.
From picking on me frequently.
I rather think they understand
and for a while I’m trouble free.
I must request I can’t command.
For gremlins rule in cyberspace
it is their normal habitat.
They live at a much faster pace
than what we do and they can chat
at speeds we cannot comprehend
quite free to roam the internet.
Producing results they don’t intend.
Which leave us angry and upset.
When we cannot communicate.
They block us inadvertently
because they don’t appreciate
just how annoying they can be.
This might be idle fantasy
but there again it might be true.
I find that it amuses me
when I have nothing else to do.
When disconnected from the net.
Whilst I must wait impatiently
I will no longer fume and fret
but use the time productively
5-Mar-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fantasy or Fact? for friend C.P Sharma
I am not dead nor do I live.
I hover somewhere in between
No explanation I can give
will prove to be sufficient to.
Describe exactly how I feel.
I long to stay but want to go.
To who or what do I appeal?
I am confused I do not know.
When I return to consciousness
and find I am myself again.
Gone is the sense of timelessness.
I am content and free from pain.
I knew deaths door was open wide
but knew my family needed me.
I did not choose to step inside.
It could have been a fantasy.
I’m sure some few will understand
but only those who have been there.
Most will dismiss it out of hand.
Though not because they do not care.
They simply cannot comprehend
they lack the sensitivity.
To know that death can be a friend
who is prepared to set you free.
But in the end the choice is yours.
It is your life you must decide
which would be the better course.
To just give up or to abide.
I don’t remember which I chose
but obviously I am still here.
I must have chosen I suppose.
But on that point I am not clear.
I can remember vividly
The doctors crowding round my bed
Whilst I was floating happily
and watching from above their heads..
Fantasy or reality
I do not know but I am sure
That it has wrought a change in me
that’s permanent and will endure.
No longer will I fear to die.
I know that death is not the end.
I am quite sure but know not why.
My enemy is now my friend.
I know that death will set me free
When my time comes then I will go
Released from my earthly body.
Towards a future I can’t know.
22/10/2009
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The dynamic is extremely similar to Gremlins and the hero is very similar, plus the small town atmosphere. It really is in a way the third Gremlins movie.
Interconnectedness.
The internet can’t be controlled
by any form of government
Because it’s gained too strong a hold.
Which came about by accident.
Nobody can control the flow
Although some governments still try
Of information to and fro
There is one simple reason why.
The common man has access to
What governments try to conceal
A system that’s completely new
Now people can safely reveal
The secrets of the powers that be.
The things we aren’t supposed to know
they can post anonymously
There’s nothing governments can do.
At last the people have a voice
no government can suppress
The powers that be have little choice
and in the future even less.
The internet is here to stay.
It’s up to us we must adjust.
WE can’t go back to yesterday
A world of mutual mistrust.
One thing we must appreciate.
Though information’s flowing free
It isn’t always accurate
We have to choose selectively.
What we accept what we reject
and draw our own conclusion.
I have good reason to suspect
more not less confusion.
The internet may prove to be
Either a blessing or a curse.
Though I believe quite honestly.
The internet won’t make things worse
Than when governments could decide
What people were allowed to know
To preserve the nations pride
They lied alike to friend and foe.
The internet has set us free
to find a different better way.
Though we will have to wait and see
What kind of price we have to pay.
Tuesday,22 February 2011
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Why Can't We Accept This
Let's raise our conscious levels up,
From dusty covered ruts.
Why can't we accept,
Times lived..
Have gone bye-bye!
To leave behind those tears,
Dripping from red eyes.
Why can't we accept this.
To forgive and forget!
And,
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept this,
To forgive and forget!
Why can't we accept,
Times lived..
Have gone bye-bye!
To leave behind those tears,
Dripping from red eyes.
Why can't we accept this,
To forgive and forget!
And,
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept this...
And dry those tears we cry.
Why can't we accept,
Times lived..
Have gone bye-bye!
Why can't we accept this,
To forgive and forget!
And,
Why can't we accept...
A happiness without regrets.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so disconnected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so,
Misdirected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so disconnected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so misdirected.
Does heightened violence increase peace?
Where has that been shown effective.
When a violence from one leaves,
People then feel free to breathe.
Does heightened violence increase peace?
Where has that been shown effective.
When a violence from one leaves,
People then feel free to breathe.
Why are we so misdirected.
Nobody feels free to breathe.
Why are we so misdirected.
Nobody feels free to breathe.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so disconnected.
Why can't we accept this!
Why are we so misdirected.
Why can't we accept this.
Why can't we accept it...
We have been so disconnected.
And misdirected.
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Cyberspace
Cyberspace
Acdc
(Stiff Upper Lip Tour Edition)
Oh yeah!
High tail in your face
Black hole rockin' the place
Hong Kong videos
Big bang mad to blow
Into cyberspace
Look out I'm gonna race
Eight ball in the pack
Big bone juke box jack
Hot star burnin' it up
Full moon runnin' amok
Into cyberspace
Look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
Blow you all into cyberspace
Gotta get out, get out of this place
Blow a big hole into cyberspace
Octane down the track
Flat chat smash the mach
Blow out burnin' hot
Mile high take you right to the top
Into cyberspace
Look out I'm gonna race
Blow you into cyberspace
Blow you all into cyberspace
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Short term gains experimental form
A great grey/green expanse of mud.
Covered twice daily by the flood
when the high tide comes flowing in.
Where does land end and sea begin?
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
They recognise no boundary.
For they are free to come and go
between the salt marsh and the sea.
They know all that they need to know.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Here they can live quite easily
safe from most land based predators
protected by the friendly sea.
The wading birds parade in force.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
To men a bleak unfriendly place.
To wading birds a paradise
providing them with a safe base
which guarantees their food supplies.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
Until men choose to interfere
and build dykes to hold back the sea.
The mud flats slowly disappear
The denizens are forced to flee.
For men adapt their habitat
so they can live more comfortably.
Though nature wins eventually
she will regain that which men claim
as theirs by waiting patiently.
She knows that she will win the game.
Though men adapt their habitat
it’s only temporarily.
The works of man though built to last
are not immune to nature’s laws.
They’re undermined and overcast
by years that slowly pass of course.
Nature restores the habitat
back to the way it used to be.
The birds return to their domain
as if they’d never been away
What man once held the birds regain
as Mother Nature gets her way.
Adapted to their habitat
the denizens live happily.
22-Feb-09
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I Was There Myself
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
My tolerance you accept,
As an approval of your nonsense.
I am just more patient.
And have more than you will ever know.
My willingness to listen,
To your petty conversations...
Is a hope you will comprehend,
Just how small you make that world you live in.
My suggestions that you live and let live,
With a letting go...
Comes from experience.
Not because I believe there is so much I know.
Your mind is limited and fixed in stubbornness.
Then to me you complain,
About your attempts to convince...
With an acknowledgement foreign to common sense.
And to learn one has to listen.
But your issues and insecurities,
Are excuses you use as a defense.
I was there myself!
That is why you are so obvious.
I wish I could find the right words to say,
Why your mind and my time...
Are not going to be close friends.
I wish I could say this to you,
Without you becoming upset.
I am a lot older in many ways.
And in those ways you do not respect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Absolute Necessity
Absolute necessity
Is poetry a luxury or one of life’s necessities?
I have to read, I have to write poetry a pure delight.
Other poets inspire me.Exploring the variety
of forms and styles that I can find, serves to stimulate my mind.
I do not claim to be the best I am just one amongst the rest
of poets posting on the net. Who you remember or forget.
Is poetry a luxury the answer must be NO from me.
To some it seems a waste of time to other folks it is sublime.
You are quite free to make your choice. But I will always raise my voice.
Applauding poets who can write fine poetry that brings delight,
Uplift the hearts of other men, more power to the poet’s pen.
27/07/2009
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Disconnected
Beat it boy I found another
He knows me just like my mother
My tempremental sides
The reasons I dispised
Loving you
So hows it feel to be hung out there
To be the one who doesnt know where
Everything went wrong
And why I wrote this song
Just for you
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
Dont look at me like youre confused
And you cant believe I left you
Like youre some amazing prize
That depends whos eyes youre seeing through
cos when I see you Im reminded
Of all the wrongs you never righted
Underneath your cool
Hope youre drowning in a pool
Youve fallen in
cos you cant swim
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
Take back your rollercoaster of a life
I found a better way to waste my time
You used to be my happy ever after
But now I know that nothing is forever
You and me
Was misery
I pushed reset
We disconnected
I used to think you were everything
I would need
But now I know youre the crush
That coulda killed me
Save your breath
cause Im not upset
Im just over it
And we disconnected
song performed by by Kelly Osbourne
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Heaven Can Wait....(Revised)
Heaven is the place where I want
to be when I am gone but right now...
Heaven can wait!
Heaven can wait...till I can help my sister
who got cancer, my brother who is lost in
life, my nephews and nieces who I can
be of help in terms of good advice and
financial hardships; give a lending hand
to my best friends who made me
who I am now!
Heaven can wait till I am able to
prove myself of what I want to be;
what I can be and achieve my
goals in life; help others
in varied ways in shaping them
for what they want to be with my
my hard-earned wisdom and experience!
Heaven can wait till I believe again in
Creation rather than in Evolution;
believe that there is a GOD than
convincing myself that there is None
or continuously doubt if there is One!
Heaven can wait till I find a church again
that I sincerely believe in that can give me
my last rites; a true messenger of Christ
not only of what he preaches of the Bible
but what kind of life we all should lead and
follow his example.
Heaven can wait till I fully understand
my own existence...do I exist to live or
live to exist; till I am able to comprehend
the mysterious Cycle of Life...birth and
death and the life span in-between.
What if I don’t end up in Heaven,
then I have to find out if there is such a
thing called Hell!
Heaven can wait...till I can assure and
find out for myself that I have a soul from
diehard Theologists so I can get there
or find out from brilliant Scientists that I
will decompose just like the rest of the
animals and just become part of the fertile soil.
Heaven can wait and fill that that space
for people who died because of poor health,
were in great pain and did not enjoy life;
the young ones who died because some
people are heartess; for babies whose lives
are aborted and never given chance to live.
Heaven can wait till I convince myself again
that there is Life after Death and there is
place called Heaven and a place called Hell!
If there is a Heaven...can you please wait;
and if I belong in Hell, God forgive me...
for Heaven's sake!
poem by Don Allan Dinio
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Entanglements embracing all. for friend Thad
Website by website all ready
to defend access to the net.
Against all government’s already
trying to exert control, upset.
by their own inability
To keep up with the latest trends.
We threaten their stability
and use the net for our own ends.
To spread the truth, reveal the lies.
Which are told all too frequently.
By those in charge who cannot see
beyond their wish for secrecy
The internet will set us free.
Beyond control of government
which they admit reluctantly.
The internet defies their intent.
To impose their will on us
Some one will always whistle blow
to satisfy the curious
And tell us what we want to know.
The internet’s above the law.
Untamed and wild not always true
But it is better than before.
it can do as it wants to do.
Exchanging information
freely. As people ought to do.
Shared between every nation.
A concept which is not new.
Banned in the past by governments
who guarded secrets jealously.
Who penalised the discontents
They could not take seriously.
Knowledge is power so they thought.
They gloried in their secrecy.
All their attempts avail them naught.
the net erodes security.
The internet may prove to be
the greatest invention of mankind.
It will enforce transparency
on governments of every kind.
And lead to true democracy.
The present system was absurd.
Led to elected tyranny
The people’s wishes were not heard.
I am prepared to wait and see
If my assessment proves correct.
The speed of new technology
I have good reason to expect
Will change the world drastically.
Am I a hopeless optimist?
I think perhaps that I may be
but no one loves a pessimist
24/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Here Is My Resumé
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?
Don't look at me...
With readied criticisms!
I have been prepared all my life,
To voice my thoughts.
Whether wrong or right...
Day or night!
I have not chosen flight as my expression of rebellion!
Many were those times I took to the streets,
To become my own Grand Marshal.
Even though it was disregarded as a display of ego.
But I did not compromise my dignity.
And I see none of that...
OR pride around!
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Some have chosen to flaunt their pretensions.
Others went on to do good deeds.
Very few I see could care less about their own survival.
And you accuse me of being insensitive?
Remember this...
I have always kept my identity intact!
I didn't sell my soul to trinkets.
To play games of 'I-Can-Out-Shine'
Never did I find the time to laugh at anyone.
Even though I did think...
Those I now see in sorrow,
Were completely out of their minds.
We...
You and me.
Have spent too much time,
Playing charades.
Instead of being in the parade,
To live our lives.
We stood by cheering or booing others on...
To leave our own lifelines disconnected.
Nothing to protect or keep us from being neglected.
We've been disrespectful of ourselves.
And we expect...
A rescue mission to come and find us,
In a wilderness of mess we nested...
To willfully let it become infested?
Here is my resumé!
And there is nothing I have earned,
That spells out rejection on it!
I've gained from my despair.
And licked my own damn wounds...
With a wish to assist others heal!
Do you know how that feels...
To have your own turn away,
From that reach to appeal?
And I am glad those who now cry,
Did not find me qualified!
Self-serving?
Yes...it is!
And well deserved.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Divine protection?
Although we try, we can’t define the attributes of the divine
So most of us choose to accept what we are told; someone’s concept.
Is God a he? Is god a she, perhaps both simultaneously
Did God create the universe? Is curiosity our curse?
Is it right that we should fear god? I find this idea rather odd
It does not seem appropriate to live in fear the normal state.
Maybe God is a neutral source of power we can tap into
Though we are free to choose our course. Responsible for what we do
I do not know what I believe and I refuse to speculate
There’s nothing guessing will achieve I will not learn if I but wait.
Perchance we are collectively all tiny parts of one great whole
And will attain divinity, when we rejoin the over soul.
A theory you may reject and many will I must expect
alhough I say in its defence you must weigh up the evidence.
Consider what you have been taught, cast doubt on its validity
It may not be as you had thought, an absolute, a certainty.
The truth is that nobody knows. Because we aren’t intended to.
If we were wise we’d recognise some things are hidden from our eyes.
Because we could not comprehend the nature of divinity.
To suffering humanity God must remain a mystery.
17/06/2009
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Cyberspace
To live in Cyberspace amongst the wireless whizzung binary
Puts a mask upon our face and affords us anonymity
Its amazing how the jargon travels at the speed of light
So we shouldn't press the send button until constructed right
Some people cyber bully, some people cyber brag
Some people cyber buy and sell, and some just cyber shag
The magic of the net keeps us 'caught up' and collected
It's criss crosses the globe, ensuring loved ones stay connected
Is it safe to live here and frolic in the mesh?
I'd say it's good for humans but it isn't skin and flesh!
Even FaceTime apps and Skype don't have the same appeal
You can't give hugs in cyberspace, there's just no touchy feel!
I like the world it's opened up, It more than has a place
But let's not get so caught up we forget our open space.
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Different Dreams
Do not judge me by your standards
Because they don’t apply to me
Your punishments and your rewards
Are of no consequence to me.
The principles which I live by.
Apply to me and me alone
I see no reason I should try
to change my ways; act differently
I do not seek the spotlights glare.
Fame is of no interest to me
I really do not think I’d care
to be some flash celebrity/
I am quite happy with my life
I do not need the extra stress,
the trials troubles and the strife
Which are the trappings of success.
Continue to pursue your dream
as you have every right to do
But things aren’t always what they seem
You’ll learn through time my words are true.
I find I am content to be
a simple ordinary man.
I jog along quite happily
and live the best way that I can.
I don’t judge you, so don’t judge me.
You have your life and I have mine
Can we agree to disagree
and part as friends amicably.
11-Sep-08
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Dying to succeed for Friend Jon London
The pace of life is fast and furious.
We have no time to simply stand and stare.
There is no peace to be found, anywhere,
so many pressures brought to bear on us.
Why is that we have to fume and fuss
lack of success is not so hard to bear
despite the direful warnings we hear
As for myself I find it curious.
Why many men assume that they must fail
if they don’t work a sixteen hour day.
Subsuming every other interest.
Some work themselves to death to no avail
because it seem to them the only way
To prove they’re better than the rest.
18-May-08
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You have a wonderful child. Then, when he's 13, gremlins carry him away and leave in his place a stranger who gives you not a moment's peace.
quote by Jill Eikenberry
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Fuzzy Logic.
Between the worlds the boundary.
Sometimes grows thin and disappear.
Fantasy and reality
Which is which no longer clear.
Imagination can supply
Alternative scenarios
Where normal rules do not apply
But are they real? nobody knows
It may well be that it is so
I can accept a different view
I do not really want to know
whether or not that it is true
I can believe quite easily
there is no definite boundary.
Sunday,17 January 2010
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Live Your Life Be Free
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open up your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
I see you walking with her
I see you all around
But you don't seem very happy now
You seem very down
I know you feel an obligation
To her emotional state of mind
This is the time in your life baby
When you should be having a good time
And if you want me I'll be there
To run my fingers through your hair
And if you need me its alright
Come on over baby, and see me tonight
You got to
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You know that I'll be waiting
You know my heart is true
I will be your everything
And give everything to you
So if you want me baby I know
Don't have to knock knock down my doors
Her heart was meant to be broken that day
You got a lot of love to live
So why dont you
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
Live your life be free baby
And when you free your mind
You will leave your past behind
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
Live your life be free
Live your life be free
Open your mind and you will see
You should be with me baby
You should be with me
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Life is for living forfriend Thad.
I’m musing on mortality.
Which seems entirely apposite.
I think at my age I should be.
I can see clearly with hindsight.
As I recall the distant past.
Three quarters of a century.
The long years all too quickly passed.
Experience that made me, me.
I know that one day I will die.
I cannot know when that will be.
So until then I can but try
to use my time productively.
I read and write, I paint and draw
and I maintain my interest
in everything I’ve done before
and tackle new projects with zest.
Although I was born long ago
I don’t admit to being old.
Because I’m wise enough to know.
I should not put my life on hold.
Take to my armchair, watch TV
As others may expect me too.
Sit back and just wait patiently
for death. Something I will not do.
Until the day I die I’ll try
to live as I have always done.
I will think optimistically
and find each day some time for fun.
Saturday,03 April 2010
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