Meaning mangled in phrases fluttering star-spangled

Words coolly glitter
dashingly dance
observe them flitter
in pompous prance

Though off the wall
bouncingly banal
displaying gall
amongst their cabal

Disturbing distraction
when smoothly spouted
in make-belief traction
sense, meaning flouted

Haphazard words careen
noisily trenchant
in mangled phrases preen
as is their penchant

Phrases splashed
‘in’ words flashed
Grammar trashed
unabashed

All the while grasp gashed
facts, logic lashed
mushy meanings mashed
’same old’ rehashed

Words flow in overabundance
in hyperbolic redundance

Cavil cavalierly sprung

Why do conversations unravel
and veer off in periphery?
After that someone springs a ‘cavil’
it’s downhill, and not gingerly

Scattered in off-subject traveling
swimmingly darts the ‘red herring’
In all directions unraveling
of logic, reason despairing

The cavalierly cavil
far from the Holy Grail
rather ‘diversion devil’
seldom been seen to fail

Leaves us to watch the verbiage chase
once again a ‘facts jumps the tracks’ case

Grazing on screens in eerie greening sheen

‘Smartphonies’ engage at a flicker

on their ubiquitous gadgets
spouting latest cool banter quicker
regressed in abysmal habits.

Hail, Time Gobbling Vulture
of the texting kind!
In virtual culture
why exert one’s mind?

Attention scattered feathery
enfeebling human memory

‘Smartphonies’ slavishly lock eyes
with Siren Screens seductive
enticing, devious device:
Crisp, collusive, corruptive

Mindless grazing, gazing
in screen’s greenish sheen
inviting, debasing
shackled to routine

Swamped, we get ever lazier
makes us a dull-edged rapier

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‘smartphonies’ = those who traded their pacifier (a gateway drug) for a smart phone

Pose of Rose

There! The thud on the porch
paper is brought in by Rose!
It lights her morning’s torch
settling in reading repose

The pose of her nose close
leaning in perfect adjure
reading in morning’s throes
absent acclaim or abjure

Every page she’s scouring
all news vacuumin’
All newsprint devouring
unmatched acumen

As long as it is all prose
it grabs the affection
of our ’suction cup nose’ Rose
Except the sports section

 

Restraint chimeric

Have words become just something we say

subject to rash off-key abuse?
Just dumped in to the impatient fray
like ever-so-smooth TV news?

Trying express ourselves clearly
seems taxing work, so we balk
rings socially too austerely
Try listen? We’d rather talk!

What if blabber became the umbrage
while restraint conversation’s glue
in enjoyment of graceful language
shared beyond a literate few?

But as for that prospect chimeric
we’re subjected to ‘reporting’
which the blabbermouths find mesmeric
too often outright transporting

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‘reporting’ = unsolicited droning on about one’s own mundane doings

 

Slicing to quintessence

When to consume feels choking
by gorging & swilling
somewhat akin to croaking
from stuffing & filling

Then slicing to quintessence
chaos turns clarity
sails out in luminescence
opens to charity

Be it just fleetingly of course
as much of that what I write
keeps turning out manure by horse
or at best of boorish sleight

Still rather write in faux creativity
than reading in lethargic passivity

Nurses his verses

Feeble verse he nurses
mostly with reverses
Claims he just converses
though he rants & curses

in purloined blustering
sputtering, blundering:

Comely comedy
turns crotchety
Tearful tragedy
turns travesty

Thus his stilted blather
shows no dreams or sense
Foamy stanzas lather
puffed up in pretense

He prattles & perplexes
while verbiage accrues
Watch him how he digresses
swerves through ‘fast verse’ drive-thrus

If not seen on a screen then it hasn’t really been seen

If it does not go
off with ding, ring or ting
or flashing lights show
then it ain’t the real thing!

If by naked eye seen
it ain’t observing
while when shown on a screen
real, worth preserving!

Smart phone electronics
never brooks contradiction
though they impair mnemonics
cares not for restriction

O, how we vociferate!
New tech dominates
as uses proliferate
while hardly liberates!

Mirage creators, slick myth narrators

In these so called ‘debates’
we’re fed thin gruel
while opens all floodgates
to base & cruel

Those scripted ‘debaters’:
Mirage creators
in-the-wings dictators
slick myth narrators

Discombobulated
populace fretful
seen our hopes deflated
by priors fateful

Even so we keep up our drool
the sure fate of the hapless fool!

 

Hyping cyber connection

When in 2016 my spouse tried to get me to adopt a smart phone I told her that I already had a pacifier as a baby, that I hoped to live out my last year(s) head held high – not with my nose stuck on a tiny screen, and it’s ring being my command.

Turning me a smartphone
run-of-the-mill clone
good grief, I moan & groan
What’s next? A small drone?

Hyping of cyber connection
how’s that an act of affection?