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SAMUEL DAVID <[email protected]>
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
The trouble with writing a
relationship through technology
is that the bygones are never gone.
Why do I pour a drink in your absence
and settle to re-read our old fights, heartbreaks
like *********** lips parted, heart racing?
I shudder through those weeks where you petted me, darling
but could scarcely afford to feed me the same heart
being doggedly masticated in the maw of another
I trace over my retinas the lines where you didn't,
wouldn't, couldn't love me, they scan me
for my identity.
My mug shot, beside
hers.
After how little it meant, how can you possibly love me now?
I could edit these now, you know, you're able to do that.
Everything I wish I had been and said.
The pages left blank, I should've painted red.
In the spaces, hiatuses, I recall your ill-suited suitors
I can't tell whether I feel grief, jealousy, or ecstasy.
At the time, you know, it was like falling upon
The Secret Garden
unbefouled by poison nor passion
to inhale the heady scent of white rose
and discover the brim of someone else's hat beneath the foliage.
The place wasn't secret. Oh, it wasn't mine. Never ever was mine.
I'm ahead of myself. Oh, for want of technology.
We courted on Facebook and Gmail,
it was a convenient torture, given the circumstances.
Now my mate belongs where I do.
Loving, tenderly, wisely true.
I cannot start loading the page for the future
so much as delete our archive,
a prelude to love
written in diminished chords,
sung by the jilted and ghosts.
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
I lurk on social media.
I post all day and night.
It strokes and stokes my ego
to pick a verbal fight.
When I see inspiring stories
or such videos I watch,
my cruel and vicious comments
will take them down a notch.
Oh feel my power and my wrath,
my insults, mean and shocking,
like "Loser", "Snowflake", ****** ***
(do you tremble at my mocking?)
I hate the world, I loathe myself,
my friends all went away.
Girls say I'm scary and a creep.
My rage grows every day.
My impotence consumes me,
I respond with posts of rage.
Anonymous through GMail
and my fake Facebook page.
My hatred grows as my soul shrinks
and so my spleen I vent.
Safe, deep within my bunker,
down in my mom's basement.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
Mother Teresa - love immortal
In frail human frame;
Angel of peace and compassion,
Knew no bounds of caste or creed:
With arms outstretched,
Waded through slums forsaken
To help the poor in their humble homes:
Orphans discarded, dying destitutes,
Deserted cripples and lepers deformed,
Found in her a ministering angel
Whose gentle touch revived hope;
Brought solace and joy.
Unmindful of praise or blame,
To serve the poor was her only aim,
And never did she crave for wealth or fame.
Like St.Francis of Assisi, she prayed -
" Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace,
" Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
" Where there is injury, pardon,
" Where there is doubt, faith,
" Where there is despair, hope......."
Life inspiring, a splendid saga
Of selfless service and sacrifice.
For ever she lives in the loving hearts
Of those who strive to rid the world
Of sorrow, misery and distress.
****** M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India. mgnmurthy4@gmail
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Blankets, pillows, a black dog, and a cell phone.
Facebook, Twitter, Vine, Gmail, and Instagram.
Shampoo, soap bar, toothbrush,
toothpaste, temperature, and time.
Shaving cream, razor, running water,
advertisements, sensitivity, precision, and cuts.
Burned tongue, empty stomach, loose tie,
missing shirt buttons, beating the clock,
wallet, briefcase, and car keys.
Ballpoint pens, scented trees, fast food wrappers,
loose change, lighters, citations, ***** clothes,
CDs, and napkins.
Red lights, pedestrians, homeless people,
newspapers, billboards, pets on leashes, sewer
grates, crosswalks, skyscrapers, and garbage.
Faxes, printers, memorandums, break room,
prestige, cubicles, customer service, paperweights,
filing cabinets, stocks, and corporate.
Wipers, streetlights, rain coats, dive bars,
and home.
Blankets, pillows, a black dog, and a cell phone.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
(DEEPAVALI)*
May countless lights
Show delightful sights.
May there be no threat of violence,
No clouds of smoke,
No smell of sulphur,
No sound of gunfire,
No scenes of ruined homes,
No sorrow that dims the light
In anyone's eyes,
May the light of knowledge and wisdom
Illumine the path to happiness.
May the light of joy and love
Sparkle in everyone's eyes
In every humble home.
May our fervent prayer
Lead mankind from darkness to Light.
May all nations together strive
To pave the way to harmony and peace.
*********M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India. mgnmurthy4@gmail. com.
* Festival of Lights, 'DEEPAVALI' is celebrated all over India
on 11 November 2015
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC
I've tried to google you,
pati na rin yahoo..
Pero bkit ako pinaasa,,
At binalewala ni piccasa
Kaya ngayon si gmail
Nag-twitter na rin kay
Instagram! At nag iwan ng katanungan...
Pwde bng sa youtube na lang tayo magkita...
Kasi mainit sa mata
Kapag sa youjizz diba....
Pero alam muh ba fb?
Sa dinamidame ng www
Ayosdito,, as in sulit talaga
Post! usap! deal! AyosDito
Magkakaroon ka ng maraming FRIENDSTER!!!
kaya hinde kta ipagpapalit khit na kay skype !
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 3:29 AM UTC
Somehow an internet cloud
has leaked into my room, and
I can soar the skies now:
Don't know
how long this connection holds?
chat on Gmail?
am online on Skype!
Memories return on
wet wings of the slow winds.
Old photos on this computer.
Should I
be content with photos tonight?
Separation is sweeter
on misty nights.
You said you were
reading my poems last night.
what poems did you read?
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
I'm going to the chat rooms again
Yes, this is my idea of company
After all, my friends don't live close
Isolated
In the chat rooms again
On my computer again
I spend many many hours
On this machine
I love all my internet friends
Wish they were here at times
But I am content
With online companionship
In the chat rooms
Have yahoo, skype, or gmail chat?
I'll see you in the chat rooms!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
Desktop In The Charismatic
THEOLOGIAN ESSENCE <[email protected]>
BONE STIRS ....'
ASSEMBLIONAIRE BEYOND MAGICIAN WOLVES
INVISIBLE GRAND OUTPOURING AMNESTY SURROUNDS....'
Desktop In The Charismatic
Dream into refuge all plantation
Dream into cog all wheel
Dream into bracing all consultative
Dream into rocking all regent
Dream into preferable all chariots
Dream into luxurious all absorbs
Dream into contagious all enthusiasm
Dream into communal all welding
Dream into universal all anatomy
Dream into reality all rings
Dream into searchingly all mysteries
Dream into artillery all mechanisms
Dream into colony all proportions
Dream into miracle all compositions
Dream into artistry all pursuit
Dream into alliance all admiral company
Dream into fragrance all new extensions
Dream into vast volume habitation all invests
Dream into carrying devotion all per excellence
Dream into grace-going all shepherd rewarding
Dream into oasis all resuming acquaintance
Dream into cross over all answering wonder.
Your Invades-Of-Veins,
SURETICE TONGUE
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Dream into refuge all plantation
Dream into cog all wheel
Dream into bracing all consultative
Dream into rocking all regent
Dream into preferable all chariots
Dream into luxurious all absorbs
Dream into contagious all enthusiasm
Dream into communal all welding
Dream into universal all anatomy
Dream into reality all rings
Dream into searchingly all mysteries
Dream into artillery all mechanisms
Dream into colony all proportions
Dream into miracle all compositions
Dream into artistry all pursuit
Dream into alliance all admiral company
Dream into fragrance all new extensions
Dream into vast volume habitation all invests
Dream into carrying devotion all per excellence
Dream into grace-going all shepherd rewarding
Dream into oasis all resuming acquaintance
Dream into cross over all answering wonder.
Your Invades-Of-Veins,
Samuel-David O. Armstrong
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Aug 11, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC
Facebook comments తో పలకరిస్తుంటావు .
Gmail attachments పంపి secret information ఇస్తుంటావు .
Google talk తో chat చేసి జిందగీ మొత్తం నువ్వనిపిస్తావు .
Hotmail use చేసి solid గా మంటెకిస్తావు .
Orkut open చేస్తే notifications లా కనపడతావు .
Google+ circles లో add చేసుకుని గుబ్బులే పుట్టిస్తావు .
Ibibo account లో నా photos అన్ని నింపేస్తావు .
Twitter tweets పంపి తికమకలలో పెటేస్తావు .
Skype call చేసి నా night నిద్రే పూర్తిగా దోచేస్తావు .
Yahoo mails పంపి ఏఖంగా నీ భానిసల చేసేస్తావు .
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 6:24 AM UTC
"What aa piece of work is man!;
" How noble in reason!...." exclaims Hamlet, *
*As there was a mistake in the second line, it is repeated here, after adding the preposition "in". I request the readers to excuse me. M.G.Narasimha Murthy.
Hyderabad, India. mgnmurthy4@gmail. com
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
(DEEPAVALI)*
May countless lights
Show delightful sights.
May there be no threat of violence,
No clouds of smoke,
No smell of sulphur,
No sound of gunfire,
No scenes of ruined homes,
No sorrow that dims the light
In anyone's eyes,
May the light of knowledge and wisdom
Illumine the path to happiness.
May the light of joy and love
Sparkle in everyone's eyes
In every humble home.
May our fervent prayer
Lead mankind from darkness to Light.
May all nations together strive
To pave the way to harmony and peace.
*********M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India. mgnmurthy4@gmail. com.
* Festival of Lights, 'DEEPAVALI' is celebrated all over India
on 11 November 2015
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
I don't feel safe,
as though a predator has found
the combination to my comfort zone,
and now has unlocked it,
and is stealing my peace of mind.
"Please stop," I plead.
My arms are shaking, my hangover
is bigger than Trump's Wall.
The same blocked number appears and reappears
, then repeats on my phone screen.
I had to block you on my Gmail (Is that even a thing?).
Tinder used to be for fun,
and now I have contracted a haunting for five lifetimes.
My old friends do not want to speak to me.
I understand their worries, finally,
and I hope it's not too late to listen.
But your screeching voice is deafening
and it's hurting my sanity.
I'm sitting on my soft couch,
writing this poem,
and my fingers tremble as I write.
Because I don't even feel safe in my own house.
Once upon a time,
I thought we would say the "I dos."
Now, all I want is whiskey until I reach oblivion.
IRL is the steepest road to travel on,
but I chose a shortcut,
and now I have fallen off and into a descent
into a madness that Ginsberg has only whispered about
during smoke breaks at the temple building.
Quitting to smoke cigarettes is easier
than dealing with your stab-wounds of sentences.
Like my FaceBook Status,
if you've ever felt violated and controlled
by an old flame.
Then grab a fire extinguisher,
press the lever,
and put out the conflagration,
before it burns your life away.
-Andy
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
“What is it You REALLY Want, CAPRICORN?”
my back-up Gmail account beckons me.
To not plan my own 25th birthday party
but still have it happen.
And for everyone one who’s ever met me to attend
And stay with me and promise to never leave
And then never leave, just like they promised.
Apparently I’m wrong.
The horoscope tells me to be cautious during the retrograde.
I need this email to fill me
For five minutes,
To tide me to sleep.
I need this five minutes of
Emptiness
To fill me completely.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
It was then I noticed
staring at our Gmail back grounds;
his being dark wood,
mine being the gentle ocean,
that we would not last.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
The rosy hue of the evening sky
Fades into the grey of the earth;
Shadows weave a magic web
Around the hectic world.
On the desolate moor, dark and cold,
A lonely traveller plods his way.
As fearful fancies haunt his mind,
He prays for help from Heaven above.
A glimmering star appears through gliding clouds,
Cheers his heart: his drooping spirit revives.
Far beyond the world of his dreams, it shines
And bids his sinking soul
Rise above the shadows of the gloomy world
And see the celestial light.
Restless and weary, amidst frightful sights,
With none to guide his faltering steps,
He struggles for a glimpse of the heavenly light.
"What vain struggle!" cries a voice deep within.
"The star that beckons you from the sky,
" Is but a reflection of the Light divine
"Enshrined in your own heart
" And pervades your MARVELLOUS MIND.
"Let thy inward eye pierce the veil
" And behold the splendour of the LIGHT within
"That will dispel darkness and thy path illumine."
************** M.G.Narasimha Murthy
Hyderabad, India. mgnmurthy4@gmail. com
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
I am online,
and I have so many account names
I don’t know which one is me.
So who am I?
On Gmail, I try to be myself,
reduced to bits, words, images.
On Twitter,
I flitter about
always tweeting
always listening.
What am I?
On Facebook,
I am a highly evolved
social animal.
On Instagram,
I post my best photos.
Look how
attractive
fun loving
well dressed
I am!
Who am I?
On YouTube,
I watch interesting and important videos,
so I can feel like that sort of person.
On Vine,
I post crazy antics,
silly stunts,
witty clumps of words.
I count my views,
and judge myself.
Who am I?
On the New York Times
I am anonymous,
wearing a grey hat,
using computer tricks
to sneak in
without spending money.
Who is that?
On Hello Poetry,
I try to be the clever fool,
daft and canny.
I write what I feel,
but push the words away
from myself,
into the empty space
between my computer
and yours.
Where am I?
and Who am I?
Online,
I have a hundred faces,
so I have none.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Stephanibaby
you scam me in so many places,
urgently ubiquitous,
contact me ASAP
on gmail,
cause we got so much in common
you want to borrow some bucks to;
ransom your brother,
claim a bank account
you'll gladly share,
buy your own freedom from
a Nigerian pirate,
my oh my
what an imagination,
ever try you hand at
writing poetry?
babe,
you so deserve a poem
all your own
Ms. Stephanibaby
we got so much in common,
we both scam the hearts of man,
you profit and for gain
inflicting some pain
free of charge
me, with words,
free of charge,
just hoping they will
charge someone's heart
I see they deleted you account,
no worries babe,
you will always have a place
permanently here
now that
I have immortalized
you girl
in free words of
humorous contempt
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
When a humble abode, redirects you
like the page redirection of gmail
to think your body is not more than
a container to get you the bail
Of the next life that you'd get
in the astral or the causal tree,
or perhaps you'll dissolve you bet,
in the ever flowing cosmic sea.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:47 AM UTC
Google, oh google
thank you for storing
all of my documents and files
in one easily accessible place
that I can get to from any
Internet connected device.
thank you for pretending
to be your own social media
that could be really cool
if anyone ever actually used it.
thank you for connecting my Gmail
with my YouTube account
and auto filling online paper work
for me.
you are great!
Love, Kelynn
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 9:02 PM UTC
Yes I'm looking for a female friend
Just a kind person to chat with
Women are so amazing
So kind and nurturing
So loving and compassionate
I have a few good friends but haven't been able to see them much
We could chat on gmail chat, or chat avenue
I love history and philosophy
I love golf and hiking
I enjoy practicing my putting
I hope you enjoy grapefruits like me
I usually almost always take my b vitamin
When we have them in the pantry
I love Kodiak Cakes
Whole grain wheat and whole grain oats
We can eat breakfast together
And then go on a hike together
I love you my friend I haven't met yet
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
Over 5 million
Gmail accounts
Were hacked
Check your mail
Change your password
Start now
Don't delay
Everything has a
Vulnerable nature
This proves it
How secure your
Network may be
There are people out there
To break the protection shell
So change your password
Change it
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC