"updating" poems
Heard a beeping sound
Followed by A very old Frank Sinatra’s song
My classmates’ heads turned
Who’s phone? who’s phone?
Less chaotic when the teacher glared
Everybody put their heads down
And checked their sophisticated mobile phones
Once again...
When the teacher wasn’t looking..
Mobile phones roamed in a dull classroom
Updating facebook status,
Uploading candid photos of a snoring friend
Copy pasting assignment
Text messaging and gossiping about their stern looking teacher
In the name of advanced technology
Mobile smartphones create the impossibles...
Beyond the blackboard and the four walls of the classroom
O o Frank Sinatra’s song again...
And everybody started looking...
The teacher grabbed her mobile phone
Tried to switch it off....
When students could own smartphones..
Who needs NOKIA from the old time zone....?
~ Sharina~
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
prom itself is just an overglorified dance
the after party is where the real fun begins
sitting at the kitchen table of my best friend's house
sipping strawberry margaritas her mom made
then progressing to shots of tequila
and playing shots uno, steadily getting more and more dizzy
until i'm trying to twerk on a wall
and calling my friends to tell them i love them
pretending to be a koala on an armrest
updating my snapchat story so people at other gatherings can be jealous
forgetting how to pull my pants back up in the bathroom
talking to my ex boyfriend for an hour on the phone, telling him
exactly why i didn't dance with him at prom
and that i fingered myself for a boy
and i wanted to tell him and everyone, for that matter, about her
but i didn't because rejection and rumors are my worst enemies
he stays quiet and the only sound left is
my frantic whispering that i hope i stay this happy in the morning
because sober me lays in the deep end of the spectrum of sadness
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
1
I see you, ya
I may be finger-punching
my smart phone at the dining table -
but darling, I see you, yeah
We’re seated at the table
you say something
but you think I’m listening to
Taylor Swift on Youtube
True - but hey,
I see ya, I hear you
I hear both of you
I multiply, I multi-task you see
2
I’m walking along the shops
I’m pushing the pram
with my baby inside
and I’m updating status
on the phone too
and getting that download –
but hey, stranger round the corner
I see you, ya, don't ya worry; yeah I see
my baby and I see you
stranger round the corner –
but hey, watch where your going
3
hey - I see you guys, I see you
no doubt all day I sit
in my couch tapping away
on my new supersize phone
but I’m smart hey – I see you guys
I see you my darling at the kitchen –
get me another coffee, will ya
And I see the kids glued to their sets
and little Toby our kitten
curled at my feet – why, thank you
for the coffee;
darling, can you
put a few cans of beer in the fridge –
see? I see ya, yeah…I see you all
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 11:28 PM UTC
All work, no play and neon screens
menial tasks even coat my dreams.
Overboard in bored and a silent phone,
oh no, I think I’ve evolved to drone.
Punch in, punch out, this is the wrong route.
Punch in, punch out, a life of drought.
This technological terror
has caused life to flash in error.
For lady dollar; I can’t bear her,
as the riches are even rarer.
I’ve become a machine, to crush numbers
with no log off for needed slumbers.
Now my brain’s racing, a million miles per hour,
oh no, I think I’ve gained A.I’s power.
Punch in, punch out, this is the wrong route.
Punch in, punch out, now what life is about.
This technological terror
has caused life to flash in error.
No sudden movements; don’t want to scare her,
she’s updating with no carer.
Learning binary,
a breathing library,
processing slowly
but still a finery.
I forgot what my hands were for
they used to write all that I adore.
Now fingertips type, each key a shot,
oh no, I think I’ve grown into a robot.
Punch in, punch out, this is the wrong route.
Punch in, punch out, no one hears me shout.
This technological terror
has caused life to flash in error.
Pure absorption; a simple stare,
life’s equation could be fairer.
Learning binary,
a breathing library,
walking geometry
complete machinery.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
A collection of my thoughts in 140 characters and less.
Will be updating more.
--
Play the piano
As you let those hands
slide from one key to another
Let the raging emotions
Echo in the room
Until that final note subsides
--
Smile
Even though you're drowning
I'll save you
Reach out your hand
I'll be your lifeline
I'll be there
Dont worry
I wont let you go
Promise
---
Maybe if you tried
To love him
The way she did
Maybe he wouldn't
Be looking for someone
Better than you
---
Look into his eyes
You can see the beauty
Of the unknown
The longing he has
For something
He can never have
You will see--
Yourself
---
It's 1am
I'm still thinking about
What could have been
What I could have held
and What i could have done
For you to stay
Forever
---
Do not give me
flowers and chocolates
They cant suppress my desire
to hold you tight
and tell you
"you're mine"
while we lay under the stars
---
It's a special day
For you and I
As you get ready
For the ringing bells
Of the church
And I,
Get ready for my
First day at work
---
When I saw your name
I no longer felt the pain
I couldn't remember the happiness
I won't go back to the past
And I was sure
I was over you
---
People are like puppets
We can constantly deny it
But there are strings
Attached to our souls
Manipulating us to do what must be done
---
If I were given a chance
To turn back time
I won't change my past
Instead, I'll visit myself
Drop a note with the lottery's
Winning numbers
---
We're not friends
We're more than that
You're just too arrogant
To acknowledge that fact
Because of that,
You lost me in the sea
Of sorrow
---
My vision started to blur
When you told me
You wanted to leave
I never really enjoyed
Smoking and drinking
But it's all I could
Think about
---
Maybe you're right
We've grown too different
To understand each other
We've drifted apart
From the neutral ground
We used to call home
---
If you saw me in a different light
Would you take the risk
Of falling in love with me
Even though it probably
won't end right
Would you?
---
You're going to slip
Through my fingers
Like you always do
But today's different
I'm going to let you go
Without hesitation or regret
---
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC
and some came up with this philosophy stemming from internet
usage pleading for anonymity,
but then someone decided - **** it, i want to have
a digital presence like i have a presence on the street -
and the phonebook needs updating in the globalised world -
this someone also thought about turtles among achilles hares;
this aside, something had to be kept from the 20th century living,
after all certain things retain this antique quality to them,
the sort of nostalgia i have in competition with the german romanticism
that focused its nostalgia on ancient greece... as far as my nostalgia goes,
it spans the years 1960s - 2007 / 8, and it’s alive, it’s organic,
you won’t have to go an see and touch the acropolis or enter
the sneezing room of a library with ancients texts.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
***The raindrop whispered to the jasmine,
“Keep me in your heart for ever.”
The jasmine sighed, “Alas,” and dropped to the ground.***
(237 Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore. Rabindranath Tagore was born in Calcutta, India, on May 7, 1861. He is the author of many poetry collections, including Gitanjali: Song Offerings (Macmillan, 1913), which received the Nobel Prize in Literature. He died on August 7, 1941.)
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Alas
some words of note get overlooked,
their usage to the wayside,
this is life, forever updating its profile
Alas!
none of us, do not lie,
issue this all encompassing sigh,
this shaded heart rendering, un cri du coeur
this, to remind us:
a single warring word,
falls wounded, forgotten,
telling of impossibilities
lost love, a broken conjunction,
what was that can never be,
what never was and yet not impossible
someday
Alas! Alas!
a single word poem,
that answers so many things,
and still in its regretting
is a niche of untold hopeful perhaps
write me a word like that
your fame, if that’s all you desire,
alas,
is assured...
Alas!
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
**To Incorporate Institutional Effectiveness into
Our Everyday Language**
)/)/)/ is updating our assessment plan for
Instructional units beginning this fall
2016 semester. After
Visiting with /)/, our SACSCOC
Consultant and Dr. /) yesterday
About our assessment process, it was
Determined that it is in our best interest
To clarify, verify and hopefully
Simplify the current random selection
Assessment process. Therefore, in lieu of
The use of the random selection process,
The plan for this semester and moving forward
Is to assess all students in all sections
Of courses used in the assessment process
And to report data on all students,
NOT just assessing or reporting data
On a random sample. In order to provide
Appropriate artifacts, we will choose
Representative samples (examples
Of great, fair and low achievement artifacts)
To be included in the artifacts
Collection for SACSCOC reporting. However,
We do still need to collect all artifacts
So we have those in the event they are
Needed. This will give us a better picture
Of how our students are performing.
I know that we are changing directions
And I ask that you be patient as we
Navigate through this process and determine
How best to collect, assess, and use the data
We receive to make continuous improvements
For the good of the students and to
Incorporate institutional effectiveness
Into our everyday language.
Thank you for your willingness to assist
In this process and determining the best
Ways to help our students. Stay tuned as we
Look at and develop some additional
Templates or formats to report the data.
Please share this information with your faculty.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
Tough enough
To shrug it off
But weak
For wanting to keep it.
An idea that needs
Replacing - or updating|
You can give the *********
Lion a hug.
But the rabbit would only
Get agitated
Let wisdom taint your
pristine vision -
And look.
There is no one hundred percent
for you to take comfort in.
It all exists in unique states
And your assumptions - Automatic responses,
get you no where|
Near
A Person.
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 9:01 AM UTC
I'm updating my old P.S.P.
In the morning it's after half three.
Can't believe I'm awake,
Tomorrow head break,
Please throw me from very tall tree.
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:30 PM UTC
not all **** videos are equal
one searches the index,
hopeful a screenshot
pinpricks the eye and the peculiar
peculiar need of the moment
like most things good and appreciated,
sifting through the chaff is a learned skill,
required but not intuitively sired,
not every new word in the dictionary
delights, insights, triggering a welcome!warning
the sifter’s handle fits the hand uncomfortably,
requiring egregious prodigious turnings,
till the flour is silky and manipulative, ready,
pleasure is work, luster need maintenance
you passover, skippering,
a search for the next and the next,
treasured island is constantly on the move,
it’s coordinates require GPS updating
rerouting rerouting rerouting
what does this reveal about you?
there are no simple single path pleasures,
the first bite delight is ultimately worn down,
recalled but not equally fully restored,
so we need, insistent for new thrill pathways
to get to the same old pleasured places
the body acts, the body’s acts, the body’s reacts
familiarity is a museum collection,
everything human requires updating,
especially essentially by
the imagination’s perpetual swiping
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
How did it feel at the end ?.. were your legs as heavy as your heart as you took your last journey, upwards .. all the way to the top.
What led you to this place?. so broken, so defeated..
I can only imagine how wounded you must have felt, knowing your demise was considered entertainment to the crowd below. Goading you to jump, baying shamelessly for your blood. Updating social media status' .. phones pointed upwards so they could capture your misery and share it with the world.
That must be a very lonely place to be .. .
Did they not comprehend that you were someone's child, perhaps someone's Father.
Their lack of compassion could only have added to your brokenness, your feeling of being alone, misunderstood, unloved.
They left you no options, encouraging you to die like that, when you so obviously needed a kind voice, a kind heart to show you the way down to safety.
Did they enjoy the show ..as you came falling from the sky, did the crowd fall silent as you hit the ground ... LIFELESS .. Do they even comprehend how greatly they have sinned?
May I apologise on behalf of humanity, or share your grief for the lack of.
I hope you have gained the peace, you so desired and didn't get whilst here on earth.
(for the guy who commited suicide, jumping from a multi storey this weekend, spurred on by the crowd below)
(msrigs 17/03/2016)
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
I wish I was there back then
I saw the video you made with Ben
I loved the jokes
and the faces of all the folks
My web cam was broken
but I listened in on all the words that were spoken
My computer is in need of updating
So I call Bestbuy and get stuck on call waiting.
I could not help to wonder
What am I going to do when I go the the land down under.
I wish I could wave a magic wand so things would not worsen
I would have everyone in the chat right here in person.
Please be online again tomorrow night
and I'll be here with my ***** and sprite.
Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:46 PM UTC
We have the witness,
But not the victim.
We have the trial,
But not the case.
To blindly follow
Senseless duty -
Abandon sanity
Without a trace.
There is no freedom,
No commitment,
No gallantry -
Just lust and laze.
We are updating
The equipment,
Entangled
In our golden lace.
But in the end,
What will it matter?
Conclusion
Is the only judge.
And when you find
Your life in tatters,
Well... Rub it off -
It's just a smudge.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:31 AM UTC
I collect missed
opportunities
and mark them
out of ten
and order them
accordingly
and store them
in my brain,
I'm constantly
updating
as new regrets
form in
my ever changing
hit parade of
things that
might have been.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
the kindergarden down the road
had a revolt
and the children insisted on self directing story-time
two thirds in
the hero abandoned their quest,
turned into a bubble
and evaporated
the adults insisted a story needs a proper conclusion
but they knew better
walk by
light in the distance
bares at me
is it moving?
...
no
it's not.
ah-
it's gone now
...
no
there it is again
there gone
there gone
a silence becoming
and a silent vacating
unnerving comfort
the skateboarders down the road
chiseled all the letters out of the road signs
till all the tourists were helplessly lost
/ excuse me,
/ sorry,
/ what way to the lookout?
\ you're already at it
\ just keep going
a wail
oscillating
bares at me
a bird or a car siren?
too organic for a machine
too regular for life
…
never mind
head home
the church groups down the road
formed an action committee,
after the flood
even had some humanitarian in
to give a slide show
but the software was updating
so we ended up watching the loading bar instead
while the kids played in the puddles outside
the asphalt damp
is borne to me
figures keep passing through
unformed spaces
with unfathomable ease
alacrity
fragments pop glitter
valley sparks
of disheveled winter
pass by
tumble down through
grassy banks
to the vermillion ocean
caulk the lungs
and drift
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
Interwoven through the decades
Like a dream fragmented
Recalling the laughter
Hiding the tears
Small talk, no mention of sorrow
Paths crossed by chance
Yet fused together in a past
Updating the similarities
Glossing over the failures
Not eluding to the passing of love
Love! What of its spoils, it's loss
Now coveting the richness of maybe
The longing for perhaps
To capture a time lost
Then by good grace and fortune
Re start the clock
Like a caravan crossing the desert
To a destination hidden to all but the chosen
Where the weave becomes tied, knotted
The richness of lifes tapestry completed.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
they all got that new phone
that just came out last week
and with that and their cars,
they have noodles to eat
updating their socials
while at work at their job
and living so "healthy"
so wealthy
top shelf
with a case of Top Ramen
and e-books on self-help
a whole nation arranged
not to think, but consume
if this is our future, I'd say
we're all doomed
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
I'm from moving around and many friends. Around the world and in my neighborhood.
Forgotten memories and forgotten life.
Left alone in the dark, crying until my eyes are red and on fire.
Keeping every memento I've ever gotten.
I'm from deep thoughts and long nights of research.
Not sleeping for three days straight.
Page after page of books.
New followers and information.
I'm from years of bullying and being different.
Twitching and raptor hiccup.
Hair and clothes.
Like and dislike.
I'm from a world of imagination.
Books that take me on a journey through worlds I wish I could be apart of.
Pictures and drawing I've drawn as a child.
Games that explain more than my schools could ever.
I'm from a life time of pain and joy.
I'm from updating my knowledge of the world.
I'm from a world of uncultured swines.
I'm from a world I wish not to be in.
I'm from the unknown.
A life I've yet to figure out.
Keep dreaming.
I'm from a world of fast moving dreams, that I'll never catch up too.
I'm from Earth.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
I look down
And realize how comfortable we have become in the way we view our sadness, our love, our friendships, our life.
Was he flexing at us? That boy on the train?
"Lol. I thought she winked at me bro!!"
Maybe if I pretend my favorite artist is in my ear, they will all leave me alone.
And I said, "no wonder we can't be poets, we have no way to reflect when we are constantly updating ourselves!"
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
things were new, now are old
it's part of this movement in entire world,
life beliefs, dreams or expectations,
are now cheerfully updating.
but what to ask for in this new year?
perhaps the same stuff, plus
a glimmer of wisdom
to understand more better and deeper
the next segment in our life.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
reflections and dreams
part of our daily life routine
with the purpose of constantly updating
twenty-four - seven.
and not a pause is there to take
sleep, work, eat, love
and fall asleep.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
News flash; Must dash.
Alert Bulletin, Networks dial in
Database updating, Query refreshing
Analytics fluctuating, Hits, Clicks, Subscriptions
Trending full swing, #Harbinge
Attention demanding, bittersweet pinging,
Swipe, select,
open link,
accept,
my story I’ve made for you.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
(born Stanley Martin Lieber /ˈliːbər/, December 28, 1922 – November 12, 2018) American comic-book writer, editor, and publisher. He was editor-in-chief of Marvel Comics, later its publisher and chairman, leading its expansion from a small division of a publishing house to a large multimedia corporation.
In collaboration with several artists –
particularly Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko –
he co-created fictional characters including
Spider-Man, the Hulk, Doctor Strange,
the Fantastic Four, Daredevil, Black Panther,
the X-Men, and – with his brother and
co-writer Larry Lieber – the characters of
Ant-Man, Iron Man, and Thor. In doing so,
he pioneered a more complex approach to
writing superheroes in the 1960s, and in the 1970s
challenged the standards of the Comics Code
Authority leading to it updating its policies.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC