#internet poems on Hello Poetry

Penmann Jun 2019

The Kekropolis you built.
Just thinking about you makes me feel odd.
You always come as a psyop,
implemented and fake.
I scream a thousand voices to you.
Every time i see you, my knees clutch.
You are not for real.
I mustn't speak.
There are others here, on my mind, on my paper.
Leaving behind a ****** trail of despair and sadness.
I won't let it affect me.

I'd scream again if i knew you were here.
Not involved in psyops.
Not connected to cops.
Not handling guys.
Not wearing disguise.

I'd care if it wasn't all artificially implemented,
I'd come hadn't you texted.
The deep state of a messed-up.

#deep #state #poems #cliche #neopoem #internet #surveillance #prison #planet

Penmann Jun 2019

Google, You Little *****

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.

#google #facebook #internet #surveillance #protest #exploit

Penmann Jun 2019

Helen Mirren online

****** up by now?
I know exactly how you feel.
Visit our page and
become Helen Mirren
following
three simple steps.
No regrets.

#holywood #actors #fake #society #internet #web #website #cynical

Absent Smile May 2019

internet sixty-nine

mannerisms containing grace and beauty vanquish
when conquering the internet's cruel anguish.
feeding sins with apples that bloomed in the evening
of february to survive in a fast world unreal to the underachieving.

in solitude, her essence blooms despite her
bruised virtuous soul that screams her damnation.
in isolation, the substance of his being thrives in the
waiting room of circumstances that bring prosperity.

reprise a revolution for the modern age of devils,
let them build e-tombs for the sensational forgotten.
encourage the death of language for the birth of a new culture
where the muted can still share words for the world to publicise.

beware of trolls lingering between the lines of text fonts
for a new plague has occurred with no treatment found to cure.
the heat of a blush from "i love you" absent from the screen,
the streets are a little too quiet for the comfort of elders.

do not be frightful for a generation
made from a future a past had conceived.
do not be hopeful for the undoing of the internet.
believe in amor fati, my dear, for this was inevitable.

the internet is a scary place

#internet #beauty #society #modernism #time #life #mind #pain

Brawlstarsmann May 2019

Robots and books

There once was a robot.
His name was Bo-bot.
He was a robot with two eyes,
Two arms
Two legs
Two feet
And his body went squeak.

Bo-bot loved books,
His favourite ones were about robots
And the way humans portrayed his kind
He lived in a house for robots

Each one had its own room.
Bo-bot's was filled with books.
He had even made a machine to pick them up and give them to him.
Bo-bot loved this.

One day he came across a book called
'When The Apocalypse Comes'
Bo-bot was very interested about this
He used a friend called Intynet to find out about it.
When he found out about it he gasped.
If this terrible event came, he would have no more books!
He became a Professor of Anti Apocalyptic Destruction.
(There is a simple course that you do on the intynet to do it.)

He even wrote a book about it.
He met up with the top scientists of the day.
They discussed how to stop this happening.
(under the official secrets act I can't tel you what happened)
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Then they put these measures into place and the Apocalypse never happened
Bo-bot is now at a secret location happily reading books.
He is now very happy.

#robot #books #internet #apocalypse

Jude Quinn Apr 2019

A variation on "Changes" by David Bowie in the key of internet

You know how many times we looked at the screen
hoping we could see ourselves in there?
and you know how we never even caught a glimpse?

Still don't know what we were expecting.
We were a little too beautiful to sell our souls
to some weird carnival mirror,
and, anyway, you can't instastory a heart,
no matter how hard some might try.

However, every now and then
I can't help but look again at that screen
and just wonder how the clowns
might see the stranger.

Do they know that time may not change them,
but that they can't trace time?

#davidbowie #internet

Ray Dunn Apr 2019

Social Media

This ever-growing exodus
of one-hit-wonders
drifting through the air.
A single word
away from obscurity.

Perhaps it would be better
to never rise, only
to hit the ground with their tears...
and, most importantly—
follower count.

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#socialmedia #internet