There is nothing more horrible
For a poet and poetry lover
Than to be reading a poem
And have this spiritual moment
Grossly interrupted by
A bellowing Commercial Ad,
Screaming away,
As if madness had struck,
Like an inconsiderate
Cad!
How easy it is
In this heartless,
Materialistic and
Pathetic society
That now exists,
To destroy the few shreds
Of beauty and spirituality
With a more than toxic mix.
(A) You are absolutely right, dear Poetess, so many sounds and flights, but none of the Sound of Music, only flights of ideas accompanied by rapid music which make us insane,
(B) we cannot compete with this kind of artistry, based upon only commercials, and when needed, our poems will be cut through the middle, and the content we cannot find anymore,
(C) you are absolutely right, dear Poetess, so many sounds and flights, so we lost our gorgeous inspirations, each time as we use this poem site to submit our new poems,
(D) then the ads will start and at that moment earning money has started, in the old homepage, we can turn off the ads, but in the new homepage the ads still last till it is over,
I concur with Kim Barney. I keep my computer and celfone on mute. A very straightforward write. So rightly said.
Majority of us if not all could relate to this incisive poem. We are in the same boat, my friend.I just wish P.H.. can lessen the number of advertisements put in a poem.
Thank you All for your generous support. Bright notes of what should and should not be.
Nothing comes for free, we pay our price in some or the other way. I agree it disturbs yet we all enjoy ignoring what not required. Nice observation.5***
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well said, this site has far too many pop up adverts. It doesn't like my iPhone or MacBook Air either. It shows half the comments I get too.: -(