(8 June 1956 / Dublin)

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Big Brother (Life Poem)

I see the green grass with autumn leaves
The season of change and naked trees arrives
Again – without thinking we see the continuity
Knowing Christmas is around the corner
The birth New Year starts the cycle
After the death of the old year
And some of our past friends
Whose passing was real
Too real for
Comfort.
How
Do
We
“Know”
What is real
When everything
From movies to magic
Is just imagery of imagination?
The TV a parade of our new enemies.
1984 “Big Brother” is now a reality show
And CNN is our reality of disasters and wars
Until we visit the place and see that we are told
What our “Big Brother” wants us to know.

Submitted: Sunday, January 01, 2012
Edited: Saturday, January 07, 2012


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  • Nurain Ali-balogun (9/25/2012 12:52:00 AM)

    Great poem, great flow, and the message? Great.

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  • * Sunprincess * (8/25/2012 1:50:00 PM)

    Who knows what is real? ? ? Certain media organizations aren't up to par. :)

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  • Karen Sinclair (7/7/2012 9:41:00 AM)

    hello, i really enjoyed everything about this, how it looks how it sounds to be read aloud, the rhyme and subject matter. A real all rounder for me based around the imagination of one of my top three writers, my main thought on 1984, did George Orwell predict the future or accidentally create it? i have pondered that for hours.....A great reflective write written, i think in backward glances at a time when we are always forced to look back before when enter the new year.tyvm karen

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