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Google is the gift for
An inquisitive student,
Who is in search to
be knowledgeably potent.

Although it makes
One so dependent,
It bestows erudition
That is too consistent.

Google serves us with mail,
That saves our time to sail.
It’s services like the maps
Leaves a stranded person to bridge the gaps.

Gaps? Yes, it bridges the gaps
With all its possible apps,
The interests of the public
And concepts of the prolific.

When Google well handed
Our queries have added,
Whose possible solutions have multiplied,
For which the efforts been phenomenally divided.

With the transforming technologies
In this world of transience
Google has procured
Its own state of omnipresence.

Thus, Google has become the tool
With which the user can rule.
It endows as a surfing equipment
Hence, Google is the gift for a Student.
Off late, Google has become a man's right hand a guide and what not... well explained in the above poem.
Penmann Jun 2019
Do you ever Google?
I heard they call you "USERS";
I mean, do you care?

Our lives are now viral,
a flush of the toilet,
a death-summoning spiral.

Funnels of sheer torment,
Kirsten Stewarts pretty hair,
...it's like noone's even really there.

All locked in a block of info,
only CIA's aware.
Some weird files to share, locked up in a cloud.

Do these clouds rain on men?
Do they make them run?
Summon a sea of umbrellas beneath?

It's a sea of despair,
and was meant to be fun, worthy of a stare, here and there.
Now all gone.

But to have lives abolished in shame...
Is it a game? A Facebook event?
Do we just pretend?
No way to explain,
Not even a gain.
Here, internet. My contribution. Play your part. It's a data war.
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2019
Don't know something;
Google.
Don't know someone;
Facebook.
Didn't see something,
Youtube.
Can't do something...

MOM!
Moms are just so great and surprisingly know so much about things.
I just meant to lay my head on your chest,
For no other reason but to hug you right,
Then I realized for the first time after many a night,
That your heart was beating at it's best,
I smiled and wanted to cry,
          But Instead,
I silently thanked God for giving me the sweetest lullaby,
last night before we went to bed.
    ~SacredInkedBlood
©2018 Venjencie Clifton Arnold
Sweetest Lullaby (see) Author Ven J. Arnold on Facebook.
True Story. My husband has a bad heart. Last night, Decemeber 06, 2018 I laid my head on his chest while watching TV for no other reason but to hug & hold onto to him. That was when I noticed the rythmn if his heartbeat. Now you know the rest. I did look at him after a few moments and told him you're heartbeat is so healthy tonight only to lay my head back down and savour it. Then I looked up at him again and said, "You're heartbeat is my favorite lullaby." ©2018. I had already lost all interest in what we were watching on the tube... can't even recall the name of the show now. So I laid my head back down showing gratitude to God.
l Recently changed my profile name on my website here from Ven Jencie Clifton Arnold to Venjencie,(as it is really is; separated Ven from Jencie was my & my mom's personal option to make it easier for me & others in writing it and calling me by, Jencie to shorten it).
Favorite pen name that I've used the most and will more than likely stick with is, SacredInkedBlood. Jesus shedding His blood is sacred to me. And knowing who my earthly dad was who I'd always felt was his very sacred that I'm in his bloodline.
See my FB page Author Ven J. Arnold and feel free to participate. Blessings.
There are two different of karma
For me I have the good karma
There is karma a
When you do bad to people.
They say karma is a *****.
You choose what your karma
Could be
It's could be a male noir female.
Mine karma is a male.
Not only karma is my boyfriend.
But I just don't **** with karma at all.
I could wake in the morning smile. Because I always have good karma my side.
I hate when people
Has nothing better
To do with there life.
But talk **** about you

I hate
When people will do anything
To lie on you

I hate
Having more than one
Friends.

I hate
When people think
They are better than you.
Honestly they are not better than anyone.
Onces again. Ppl are not happy with there life. They want to be just like you.
Men are not stupid
They could read between the line
Little girl games
For sure they know
How to play the game right.

Men are not stupid
When a men buy you
A car genseis
And you doing to much
Taking
Not giving
What do think a men
Will do.

Men will steal
The car he gave you
You cannot take something
From anybody's
Without putting out.
This what some women think.
They use again, there beauty.
That's not how it work.
Look his dumb ugly *** came in called you a mouth full *******
Don’t message me about that ****
***** I don’t think you or his
Raggedy ***
And I never will ******* an him
You not about to get on my Facebook
With your *******

I have a job get one
Stop dealing with a man that
Called you a rotten tooth *****
Maybe it’s true

Either way I don’t speak on you so
See your way off my page for I
Involved your husband *****
Your weird
Grow up old *** hagg
This is a woman can’t have what she want. Because one special person has a friend. She want him.
Young woman love to calm something
It’s how some are raise
Parents in fault of responsibility
Won’t take this all on
She speak as much as I
To be better than sexually
Yes carry all the burden
But she’s silly little girl playing
Mine games with older men
Yes, that’s what I see?
A strong woman baring themselves
A strong woman revealing to their head
A strong woman is able to share their heart
But if you burned
By others, who trust you
Because your fear is greater
Doesn’t mean you get chastise over
Temptation
It happened to me
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