A Prayer

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The Mouth Speaks What The Heart Is Full Of

The mouth reflects the heart’s content
A mirror on the soul
The verbal flow of what’s within
Reciting rote recall
A vision of what lies beneath
The mask that each one wears
Betraying internal substance
So watch out and beware
Of those who smile yet utter forth
Profanities and hate
For where there is dis-synchrony
Such words are venom’s trait
Releasing from deep down inside
A vapour stream from hell
In swirls and pools of discontent
That does not bode so well
So only counter words that match
Content that’s good and true
And aim to honour real concord
In all you say and do

Cold Callers

Don’t get angry with cold callers
But instead put them on hold
With mute button depressed to see
How long they’ll stay so bold

And blabber forth their sales pitch
Into the open air
As then you don’t waste precious time
And show them you don’t care

For soon enough they’ll get it
And realise that in vain
They’ve pitched to the wrong person
And won’t bother you again!

Small Talk

Pretending to be busy
So not to have to chat
Avoiding small talk day on day
Less saying this and that

Yet gabble on the internet
Is what some people do
Save getting knickers in a twist
By passing words with you!

But please don’t take it personally
Cos in the manic rush
Of everyday life and mayhem
They just prefer the hush!

Nice just sometimes sums it up 🙂

Telecommunications

Oh where did Buzby go
That little bird who flew
With voices cross telephone lines
All dressed in yellow hue
Who understood and helped
And served the public well
Assisting with a happy tweet
In a service that was swell

But now those days are gone
The bird’s been laid to rest
Instead replaced with robots and
Computers that all test
The patience of the saints
With call centres insane
That fail to comprehend; assist
And really are a pain!

So come back Buzby please
And fly our wires once more
With better public services
Than these we now implore!
And grab the gauntlet do
To try and sort the mess
With lines that operate and work
And customers less stressed!

Reading

The mirror past invisibility
To see what otherwise might not be seen
The way to the destination
To visit places otherwise out of reach
The connection through space
To meet those otherwise never to be met
The key to the past
The portal to the future
The acquisition of knowledge; of language
And the hand of communication
Edifying mankind by text

Deutsch: Verkehrsmuseum Nürnberg, Fachbücher in der Bibliothek (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

The World Wide Web

There’s the observers, the partakers
The stalkers and much more
All operating on the line
Of cyberspace for sure

The contributors, the posters
The ones who sit and read
All wrapped in social networking
A new sort that we breed

The bloggers and the web masters
The programmers; the rest
All living in the modern world
That shares a common nest

The nest or is that really web
World wide community
The question then remains to know
Which sort are you and me?

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Blah Blah Blah

Dedicated, in the nicest possible way, to all those who make our lives hell 😉

That noise she makes
So blah blah blah
Incessant some would say
Just going on and on and on
And nagging everyday
Still reading out the same old lines
Preaching to deaf deaf ears
For no ones listening anymore
She’s bored us all to tears!

Nice

Why is it when we’re younger we
Have certain words drilled out?
Out of our minds, our lexicon
To never hear them shout

Some words that from our brain are banned
Or else they’ll be our vice
Such words that have done nothing wrong
Like, for example, nice!

I mean, whatever did that word
Just do to gravitate
All teachers on the planet to
Say “No!  The word I hate!”

This word that sums up perfectly
When something is just fine!
Despite the fact that there might be
More synonyms refined

For simple “nice” has been bullied
Rejected some might say
But how else can we then just wish
Each one a real ‘nice’ day!

Cyber Illusion

Are you invisible
Do you exist
Imaginary friend
In a world with a twist
Where those who we contact
Who we know just by name
Who we see but an image of
Who present in a frame
With a profile
A status
A handle; a cue
All wrapped up in binary
But are you all true?
These friends that we make
Who we tweet to and text
Or message and snapchat
Or whatever next
Do you live in the world
In reality’s way
Or is this cyber-existence
Mere illusion today!

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