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Nigdaw Sep 28
We walk
In glow of silver screen,
We talk
In acronyms and SMS slang,
The star
Of an everyday movie
Camera man, script writer, director
Floating in the ether
Weaving our tapestries,
Between radio masts
Life on earth, live on earth
Spaceman, time traveller
On a voyage of discovery,
Walking and talking to ourselves
Without noticing the outside world,
Only interested in our own
Time for another selfie…………….
"The people will not revolt. They will not look up from their screens long enough to notice what’s happening" - George Orwell ©
MicMag Sep 19
Hey there fellow writers
And/or readers of HP
I just want to know
How you read our poetry

Do you swipe and tap
On your mobile phone?
Or open your computer
To browse and click in Chrome?

Or maybe you're a technophobe
Or traditionalist snob
Perhaps you print out all the poems
To avoid the online mobs

Whichever of these methods
Tickles your own fancy
Please respond below
For I'm growing rather antsy

Cause I'm stuck in a pickle
Unsure of how to write
With browser variations
Poem spacing isn't right

So which way should I choose?
Dear readers, help me please
Mobile, web, or printout?
Please put my mind at ease!
Feeling frustrated with how the spacing shows up differently on mobile vs desktop browsers.
So I'm curious how most people read poetry on here.
Help me with my technical optimization and lemme know how you read!

Reading stats so far:
1 mobile & desktop
31 no response
Bongani Aug 7
We are moving forward
No looking backwards
Don't mind the past
Be worried about the present
Consider true elements and thats going to make you relevant and always be eminent cause
thoughts release information....
Mobile influence your motion and emotion expose your profiles
Dear __ ,
We barely talk,
we spend mornings and nights
looking down on those rectangular box.
You don't even look at me anymore,
unless it is through the lens of yours.
You can't hear me over those phone calls of yours,
and now my heart sores and roars
for I feel alone.
My voice is not a font
My face is not pixelated
My life isn’t a snap
My emotions aren’t emoticons
My love isn’t a tap
My compliments aren’t comments
I am not down there,
but up here .
Donna Jul 15
Give me back the good
old days when knocking for friends
was in a real world
what's happen to the good old days x I miss those days x To much internet not good for you , breaks are truly needed ***
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2018
I am a Romeo or a lucky one,
I have both,
A wife and a girlfriend.
My wife is my T.V.,
Stable, always there,homely,
No extra cost,
Only pay for maintenance.
Enjoy it when home,
With popcorn,hot coffee or tubs of icecream.
Even has a remote for you to control it,
But no talking,
Keep quiet and listen.
My girlfriend is my mobile,
Lovely, slim and ****.
Turns people's heads when you go out with it,
It's portable,
Take her everywhere with you,
Talk and listen,
Play with it without getting tired.
No remote to control it,
Expensive to maintain,
Pay or get disconnected.
Can be hacked or stolen easily,
Have to be careful of viruses,
Easily replaceable.
Brandon Conway Jun 2018
Two hours with pay
To roam around town
Anything, to get away
This cube paints my frown

I used to do it just to get away
But now I am not so sure
Now I take,
                No I mean volunteer,
                                        My day
The one moment I can savour

Never thought pleasure would come
By giving a helping hand
Never thought a smile would be from
Helping those that life has left astrand

I travel the town for miles
Deliver the weekly meals
Return to work with a genuine smile
A frown, upside down, now heals

Well at least for a little while.
Salmabanu Hatim Apr 2018
I was nomophobic,
A mobile addict,
I had no time for anyone,
Day and night I was glued to one.
As soon as I woke up,
I browsed through Whats App,
Photos,videos ,and juicy gossips,
Not to forget some useful tips.
With coffee,butter and jam,
I  switched to instagram,
I updated photos in latest style,
It took a while,
Soon it was time for lunch,
With the children a quick brunch,
And time to open Twitter,
My tweets were getting better,
I had a good fan following to the letter.
Tea and again Whats app,
A bite of a piece of cake or a chicken wrap.
Dinner and Facebook,
To the kitchen to have a quick look,
If the food had been prepared by the cook,
My mobile was my partner,
My relationships ceased to matter,
More important than my child was my charger,
When my mobile's battery was low,
Seeds of anxiety I would sow,
And when there was no connection,
I would sink into depression.
Something had to be done,
My addiction to lessen,
My husband sent me to a clinic,
Till I was no more an addict.
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