The Digital Frontier

The Digital Frontier

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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Progress always marches on.

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The Conestoga wagon on the digital frontier
And yet the matter of you is standing here
Churning out applications at lightning speed
Finding the silver bullet, just what you need

But this is the edge that cuts so fine and hard
You become the expert, you now carry the card
Detailing themes and lessons out on the blog
Recording videos of math lessons set to song

Proficient with the old and the new is so raw
And everything just changes, so goes the saw
Clouds, tags and feeds, new information forms
Standards become distorted, this is the new norm

Interactive television, the disconnect of distance
It can't compete with combustion, gas and pistons
Traversing the technological divide to be normal
The rules of plagiarism used to be simple and formal

Condensation evaporating, the emergence of design
The illusion of stability is now wholly undermined
But in the realm of education, trends come and go
And the bells and whistles continue to put on the show

Welcome to the blogosphere, you neophytes of today
The younger beings instruct on the rules of how to play
Or maybe age doesn't matter, enthusiasm really does
Continue the education, updates matter just because

To abuse the cliche, this is now the new world order
The progress of this age has pushed us over the border
And the boulders keep being pushed back up the hill
Maybe it is the curse of being human, our tenacious will

The creation of complexity exposes the invisible worth
Cut off the power supply and the monster lacks girth
And the wagon reaches the Willamette, thirst is not sated
And the devaluing of language continues on unabated

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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