Borrowed the wifes notebook sitting watching tv having a beer....writing a poem.I usually write in bed with the dog on my head the ipad on my knee with a key board I cant see....
Sunday evening day is nearly done,
Buddy my dog curled up
around my neck
Joanna Lumley on TV....the BAFTA awards
she is the host
I think she may be much better than most.
A bottle of Bavarian Beer that's for mein host.....relaxing at last and as warm as toast
Watching TV and drinking beer but guess what, the laptop is near
why cant I, just leave it alone.....gadgets they run my life, not only run but ruin, in their way
Taking my attention span away...no more conversations just the odd grunt every body is at it...were Zombies in thrall what is the meaning of it all
Don't get me wrong the internet is great...its just taking over maybe its to late we are lost lost in a world of zeros and ones...things we don't understand like the meaning of it all
oh for a day just one day where I can escape into reality no phones in the way but I fear that wont be possible not in this day
when your in a room when all but you are locked into Facebook what can you do...well you can join them and then your through, but at least I try to make it, make it positive and write something true, record a song make up a poem produce a video and maybe do some Art, I make connections with like minded people that's what the internet should be,
and for some of the time it is that for me.
J.R.Holliday 2018
Poetry by John holliday
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Written on 2018-02-18 at 22:55
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sunday Evening
Sunday....Evening...Sunday evening day is nearly done,
Buddy my dog curled up
around my neck
Joanna Lumley on TV....the BAFTA awards
she is the host
I think she may be much better than most.
A bottle of Bavarian Beer that's for mein host.....relaxing at last and as warm as toast
Watching TV and drinking beer but guess what, the laptop is near
why cant I, just leave it alone.....gadgets they run my life, not only run but ruin, in their way
Taking my attention span away...no more conversations just the odd grunt every body is at it...were Zombies in thrall what is the meaning of it all
Don't get me wrong the internet is great...its just taking over maybe its to late we are lost lost in a world of zeros and ones...things we don't understand like the meaning of it all
oh for a day just one day where I can escape into reality no phones in the way but I fear that wont be possible not in this day
when your in a room when all but you are locked into Facebook what can you do...well you can join them and then your through, but at least I try to make it, make it positive and write something true, record a song make up a poem produce a video and maybe do some Art, I make connections with like minded people that's what the internet should be,
and for some of the time it is that for me.
J.R.Holliday 2018
Poetry by John holliday
Read 791 times
Written on 2018-02-18 at 22:55
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