The Phoney Faces Poem by Roger Snow
The Phoney Faces
And so, everyday,
some act of hate hits another street
and some story about corruption complete
The free World is fading into a Nub
while the people are trapped in a comfort Rub
strokes come from a add on their phone
and boxed in it, they find, they're so alone
In the Pursuit of Loneliness
they discover, , the life they wished
they've missed, , ,
boxed in Apartments like
rats in a Cage, ,
all they see and all they feel
is constant internal Rage, ,
Flat screen on the Wall
brings them alter reality
in their hand
another device
to enforce this delusion
that they're still free
Nothing is real, nothing is true
we've lost our desire too, , , ,
lost to insanity, , ,
we've lost the Feel, ,
and meaning of Humanity, , ,
written in Finger paint by the child
a message: Mama can I give you a Hug
If mercy sweet, and kindness Mild, , ,
The child wouldn't have to ask, ,
Mama's drop the Phones and love that child, , ,
If there's really a Watcher in our Sky
he'd never send a Son for our Sins to Die, , ,
In Pursuit of Loneliness ~~~~
we seclude, avoid, and turn our face
afraid to be known as a member
of the Human Race, , ,
Blood on the hands of another
by extension, , , is yours my Brother, , ,
we're all in this as One
we can't expect to get free
while from our guilt we Run, , ,
Fractal is the Nature of Man
all we do, belongs to each
something you must
come to understand
Love is the Value
we have a need to Teach ~~~~
Children Playing Crazy Digital
video game, , ,
never learn love and kindness
barely know anyone's name
friends, but none next door
everyone's trapped in a device
with a game, trying to score, ,
" Shiny Object " adds
suck in the Parents mind
everything they wish for
is advertised
right on line
pretty soon
every thing we say
will be a Button tap
we won't recognize a friend
with a slap on the back, , ,
all human contact
will be done by keys
on a phone ~~~~~~~~~~~~ End ~~~~~
Rog'
Plus it's dangerous that people aren't focusing on what they are doing. My mother took a spill in San Francisco on an alley street and broke her shoulder while looking at her cellphone. Extremely painful and costly. Dangerous!
Mr. Snow I am victim of the internet. Though, i don't have smart phone; I am always on my computer and am feeling the effects of loneliness. You made me realize this with this poem
3 - Fractal? " adds" = " ads" ? ? stanza 17: i say use " online" or " on-line" modern communication can be good or bad, but i don't want to give up email OR texting! ! ! bri :)
well, Roger, i did NOT return here to see if you responded to my comment; i don't DO THAT. but i did get here and see your lines. how i got here is NOT as WEIRD (to me) as what i just read about fractals! Thanks, but isn't 'life' complicated enough! ? bri :)
Hi Bri, Try A google of the term: " Fractal Consciousness " one unit, joined to all others, becomes All, we are all a unit of the same Mind. loves to you.
2 - OR, maybe " Funny Faces" . nub/rub: good rhyme, but what do you mean. " nub" has several meanings, as does " rub" . maybe if i lived in U.K. i'd 'get it'. line 6-? " Mama's" : make it " Mamas"
1 - i would usually not read a Poem of the Day, but i noticed the title, and, strangely, i'd just used the word phony on P H today! ! ! And, YES, both spellings are correct, and it probably depends on where one is/was when she/he learned the spelling: U.K. et al, or U.S., or? ? ? , according to Google. like some other word spellings. ok, i'll read the poem; it'd better be as good as the photos! ! !
The once boon to a human society, digitalisation bis turning out fast into a curse both for the society and the foundation of civilization, the family. Beautifully nsrrated. 10 for it.
Fractal is the Nature of Man all we do, belongs to each something you must come to understand Love is the Value we have a need to Teach ~~~~so touching and true. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the member poem of the poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The free World is fading into a Nub while the people are trapped in a comfort Rub.. the comfort hug and the free world. great graphics, , great complement to your work dear sir. tony