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Déjà Vu World

The olfactory sensation of freshly ground coffee beans
Wafting into her nasal cavities from the chic Parisian café
The visual explosion of colour in the square before her
Vibrantly signalling Spring was on its way
The auditory symphony of acquainted dulcet tones
Drifting through the hum of morning traffic
The car horns, the revving engines, the sirens, the bicycle bells
The general melee of a new day
Yet somehow, playing with her neural networks
A familiar memory was dancing in the ether
Like a glimpse of yesterday now in the present
As though she’d been there before
As though she’d seen these sights
And imbued these sensations
Pin pricks of consciousness in her déjà vu world

Facebook Addiction

Facebook addiction
On it all day
Status updating
As hours drift away
Selfies and messages
Chats and much more
Notifications
And so much allure

But in essence a habit
That takes up and consumes
Your time and your will
With no space to resume
A life off the network
Past fear that a hole
Wont open up; hook you
And coax and cajole

Then further activity
Enticing anew
More posts, likes and friending
So much still to do
Yet in a loop or a spiral
It sucks you right in
Grips you; holds you captive
You’ve lost and can’t win!

 

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Facebook logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Still Love

You might lasso the sun and bring it to me
Or pluck out bright stars from far off galaxies
Or capture the dew drops; dawn chorus; the dream
You might sail the deep ocean and swim the Gulf Stream

You might harness the wind and repel the rain
You might hold back the storms and then do it again
You might trek across deserts and fly into space
With arms opened widely; with welcome embrace

But when the sunsets at the end of each day
And you’ve tethered the moonlight from over the bay
Will you whisper your love ’til I drift to sleep
For love in the stillness is love that is deep

Internet Troll

She follows incessantly
But never concedes
To be impressed or suggest that she
Likes what she sees
Yet daily she visits
And comes back for more
So if that’s not a stalker
Then I don’t know for sure
What else you would call her
Except maybe a pratt
For wasting her days
In some mind wasted vat
Of sheepish behaviour
That just has to check
What another is doing
Cos her own life’s a shipwreck
And so to abate it
And calm her own storm
She hides in the shadows
And lurks, as is her norm,
To pacify, comfort,
Convince and control
In the ways of the lost
As an internet troll

Ophthalmic Twist

When I was young I marvelled with my eyes
To navigate the world and all I saw
I loved and laughed and, yes, I sometimes cried
And sought to see as much for certain sure

When I was older by the use of sight
I read and learnt absorbing words in text
And saw so many things past rainbows bright
Exploring life to see what happened next

But now I’m old and vision escapes me
The light grows dim and sights blurs to a mist
My heart is now my compass and my lens
Accommodating in ophthalmic twist

Change

When the candle starts to flicker
When light grows ever dim
When change is all about you
Or darkness drawers right in
Consider how a seed grows
From remnants of the past
Contracted embers blown at will
That then renews and casts
Forth new life so abundantly
With the resources to
Handle and manage growth again
And do what they must do
And so when worried; overwhelmed
Know things will be all right
Because sometimes it’s in darkness
That we then see the light

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Winter Sheep (Haiku)

Sheep in frosty field
In camouflage with winter
Season of whiteness

English: Sheep in a Frosty Field Unusually for...

English: Sheep in a Frosty Field Unusually for sheep the three in the foreground stared at me rather than running away. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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