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A Poem by Beccy
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A true and evolving story.

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If you listen carefully, or indeed
with just one earnestly sceptical ear, 
you can hear the scansorial mewling 
of influencers seeking to scale heights;
as dunning and yapping in concert,
they are both joint and several 
in their liability as they fill the 
endlessness of space with a billion 
megabytes of excruciating inanity.

Meantime, the Billy no mates,
of the tech world, remain diligent
in their search for new ways to 
disconnect the great unwashed.
Their largesse knowing no bounds
as they log every last little titbit.
(Oh, she had eggs for breakfast,
how interesting,) (and look at him 
telling his loved one he's at a different
place his smart phone tells us he's at.)
Naughty, naughty boy!

And all across the vastness of continents,
midnight warriors in shapeshifting hoodies 
are active in their worlds of virtual reality,
manipulating toggles and triggers and 
joysticks in unnatural seclusion, 
as CGI heroes and heroines are reborn
again and again, and the whipcrack of gunfire 
is muted to a soothing lullaby, whilst the fox, 
as wily as those Billy no mates tech ninjas, 
wreaks havoc in the chicken pen.

Nevertheless, life, of a sorts, goes on. 
Grain ripens, butterflies and bunnies abound;
a new born lamb sleeps beneath the stars,
cuddling close to mother, blissfully unaware;
(though mother knows,) as does the mother
in a famine stricken, war torn country
knows her starving child may not see 
another sunrise; as fitful in her bed, 
she prays to her God that the men with 
washed hands and stones for hearts 
will somehow be forever stilled.

But still the gulf grows, solace surrendered 
to lip service. It is as if we are his forever 
spinning forsaken creation. A lost tribe
 where dividend is prized over divinity 
and demons deify dark over light,
their fat, bejewelled fingers replete with profit.
No tongue paying heed to good will to all men,
the natural order of things disdained;
as the stars beneath which the lamb and the 
child sleep eternal, fall like vast hailstones,
and the cleansing of both sinner and the sinned
becomes less than chaff blown in the wind.

© 2023 Beccy


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I find this so intellectually and faithfully beguiling. An intelligent yet beautiful piece of writing. Which indeed if you think about it and that is what you simply have to do here, is what all poetry should be about. The epitome of a tour de force Beccy.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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What a great poem, I don't believe this is a simulation but I do believe the matrix is real. Once you see this system for what it is you can never go back. Red pill or blue? I think I like what is real and true......

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


There's gotta be a better world ahead, and we'll find it one of these days.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Heavy unadulterated sigh... several types of sighs at once. Started writing a clever and intelligent review, but it couldn't be better or even approach the words written here. Miss you and your tone and handle on what's real. Hope you are well, I really do.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Beccy

2 Months Ago

So lovely to hear from you Crowley and thanks for the review. Wrote this just a tad tongue in cheek .. read more
Becy, am reading a year later and now cheer from the rooftops at each and every word you've offered here. Without apology, you say what the world should say: 'Take note, remember what is worth remembering, then.. live by it. If not, regret might be, no - WILL BE, hopeless, time too little, too late.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Superb verse. I have nothing to add that everyone here has already said. Stellar piece.

Posted 4 Months Ago


I didn't follow any of this but the sound of reading it is so damn cool. Kind of like riding a roller coaster and screaming. haha

Great stuff. :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


how did I miss this? the brilliance of this is I am actually speechless the blabbermouth bunny has no words! okay I'll calm down:) I think about these things all of the time from the first to the last line:) I once had a group of influencers come and eat at my restaurant I didn't know what that was but they all came with their laptops and phones and scribbled and took pictures and reviewed stuff and posted things... but as I watched them it struck me how very little presence they had at the moments they were creating I wondered afterwards if they even new how to taste a peach anymore if I could have served them a happy meal would they have noticed? we, they have all been caught up in this pseudo reality tp the point actual reality doesn't even play into the scene anymore:( and it is us fools that take a peek at the world that are left standing with tears in our eyes like that (Italian) dressed up Indian from the old 70's TV commercial about littering! You may be to young to remember it but its the perfect analogy for what I just saw in this poem!

Posted 4 Months Ago


Sadly, the more advances that we make in society, the further we get away from those things that are really important - faith, family, love, and humility. Man has elevated himself above man; but worse, he has elevated himself above God (in his mind). The result? One only needs to look at the slippery slope of sliminess that surrounds us on a daily basis. This was a very profound poem, wonderfully written, a dire reflection of our current circumstances. Well penned and a sad reality.

Posted 1 Year Ago


So in a fancy, clever knowledge of Tech terminology you're dissing techno, heck no, sheep in a field that know not of another day in some sinner's sin, only without a way to put it into a sense of perspective? I like it, I really do, but I have to wonder if there is a handle here other then the fable of man verse tech, verse the unknowing sheep, verse the divine rapture of unknowingness and of some end result?
Lot of hate for the men behind the making, and a lot of love for the unknown presence of confusions. Will we be here tomorrow? The sheep and babe, the mother and the eventual eventual? Are we headed toward the stars...or the end? Throw in Bugs Bunny and Social Media along with the clever selfies and what do have here ? Each other? Probably not if we look into this eventuality. I mean, we can speak all day about the fate of humanity when we are in the California Silicon and this ability to grow money on trees, but what of the humans and babes beneath the future? What of the truth of connection, and what of the twentieth century. From horses and buggies to the moon landing right? Are we headed less towards progress? Love the awareness, but beneath it lies the unstoppable generation gap. We are either in or we are out. Besides..don't we already have a chip inside us making us see a sky no longer there? Probably Matrix and More. A Beautiful intelligent poem but what is the difference really? You hate progress. okay. Isn't it what you make of it? Once more, either in or out? Or i'm just completely off my rocker which has happened many times before. It truly is a wonderful read Beccy~Thanks!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Beccy

1 Year Ago

Actually, and to quote Mr Twain, 'I'm in favour of progress, it's change I don't like.' -:)
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Perdition

1 Year Ago

Wow...what a god awful life of loss with daughter, wife, home and monetary leakage he experienced. .. read more
A simpler life is way better; more love, peace, less stress. Technology is moving fast, especially AI, at an alarming speed. They all want to replace things artificially. It might have some benefits, but humans should stay in charge, not the machine.
You raise lots of deep thoughts in this worthy of study poem. You are talented indeed.

Posted 1 Year Ago



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Added on May 29, 2023
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Beccy
Beccy

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I'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..

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