Poetry Blogs (twitter)
It’s not love they play it’s another game
Where what matters is who can count the most
Playing duck and dive, surfers search for fame
Notching names upon digital bedposts
Their followers adore them with their likes
Each character praised as if from God
If their own petard hoists them onto spikes
Then surely, it’s the crowd that has turned odd.
Their ledger marking...
Saturday 27th April 2019 8:52 am
I don’t want to drive engagement.
I don’t need your gratuitous clicks.
I won’t beg for attention with
Pics of kittens sleeping with chicks.
I don’t need your engagement.
I won’t ask if you’ve used a skate key.
I don’t need any silly test to
Know you are as old as me.
I don’t really care how you engage.
I won’t tempt you with an opinion poll.
No one really ca...
Tuesday 19th June 2018 2:21 pm
Remember when thing's used to be good,
musical sounds, movies the taste of our food
remember when we had such fun playing outside
fishing running dancing going for a bike ride
A time before machines had us all hooked
when you'd go out for a meal and talk to each other and looked
When your parents would spend time with you
not online pretending to
When you would burn off ...
Friday 16th February 2018 4:09 pm
Login and share your life upload pics of your husband or wife Share your kids with an unknown stranger putting yourself and them in danger. update your status and press post Show them off and boast. You need those likes otherwise what's the point? Sit back and roll a joint. it's sad that you feel the need to compete with your own friends who'm you deceit. A generation full of narcisists who know n...
Thursday 15th February 2018 12:06 am
Hide behind fake words and pictures
in a world of look who I am,
ensure that the truth is not fully shown
with a 140 character span.
Anything posted must be designed
to provoke those possessed of no brain,
either that or be vacuous egotistical tripe
from your life which we’ll all find inane.
Be sure to entice with a headline
or a statement to only infer,
friends and followers forced ...
Sunday 4th February 2018 12:46 am
for what it is to forget
to live bereft of regret
and watch the sun gently set
thus to wait morning come
there is always that moment
when you say you are a poet
the wings sprout
and your fey nature is revealed
one day manchester will be built
the cranes will take wing
without girders in their beaks
across the valley rain hangs like ghosts
phantom shafted rai...
Friday 1st May 2015 10:54 am
These days it's hard to have one
without feeling the need to share
every one with everyone.
'til we bleed.
How does this look?
Who should we tag?
Where should we ping?
We've become factory workers
tasked with packaging our most worthy moments.
Keeping the extreme -
Saturday 25th October 2014 5:20 am