Tag Archives: social media

Techno FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out): Haiku

I’m so wrapped up in
checking all I might miss that
I’m missing all life.
OR
We’re so wrapped up in
checking all we might miss that
we’re missing our lives.

Rage Rage: Haiku

Do not go quietly
into that mind-numbing night,
but rage rage!
against the blue light;

The social media
that draws us in,
and makes us have arguements
we can never win.

We loose friends
we thought were true,
and question all in us
we thought we knew.

Turn off your media! Stop the bleeding!
(Why aren’t you acting? You’re still reading!)

Social Media is the Convo-Thief Lament Haiku

We have deep talks when/
her device gives insights. Else,/
I’m left to myself.

AND

I thought myself wise,
insightful, worth talking to.
I’m boring, replaced.

AND

Were I wisked away,/
I would not be missed. She could/
still comment to friends.

AND

Some fight unfaithful/
lovers. Others get replaced/
by technology.

AND

If porn is wrong ‘cuz/
it subs for intimate love,/
what is device talk?

Why Worry About Other’s Problems? Free Verse Poem

It came upon
a late evening, clear.
As she rolled over,
not connected,
and I tried
(in vain)
to reconnect
(even though she was
late-night medicine
falling asleep),
she mumbled:
“Did you ever notice:
You try to help others
with their problems?”

A truer social media observation
was never made.
Facebook philanthropy
is alive and well.
How easy it is
to fix,
chastise,
or praise others
from afar,
when we have
our own issues
to deal with
right where we are?

Why do we solve for others?
Because it’s easy.
Because it’s quick.
Because it makes us feel
good about ourselves
and what we can do.
Because it’s fairly risk free.
Because IF they talk back,
we can ignore them.
Because we have
no responsibility
if our advice
or our helping
is terrible.

But if I have to answer
my children,
my spouse,
my parents,
my relatives,
my friends,
my neighbors,
face-to-face,
or through a phone call,
or in real time,
that’s risky!

They might not like
what I have to say.
They might get angry.
They might get frustrated.
They might lash out at me.
It might not go well.

Then again,
of course,
it might go fantastically.
And wouldn’t that be worth
all the risk
that there could be?

Fill In Life’s Gaps With What? Revolutionary Blogging Iambic Verse

You may,
on the daily,
learn what He wants you
to do.

You may
obey
His call,
but that’s all.

Then what?
Do you sit on your butt?
Do you fill in your life’s gaps
with mindless crap?

I could delight
and write.
Creation
might bring my soul elation.

Or do I waste time
doing things less sublime?
Creating my inner “duuuuuhhhh”
with social media?

Or watch sports,
or comedy shorts,
or other junk to see
on TV?

When I do nichts
it makes my heart sick.
When I create
my soul feels great!

So why
don’t I
at least try?