Unplugged.

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Different mood to that of which I normally write, I came up with this one night after being bored of surfing the web.

Unplugged.

We've come a long way,
Since back in the days,
of rotary phones and gramaphones,
And now Wii can sit back and play.


Gone are the impressions,
Of the Magnificent Seven.
And all the mysteries are solved.
Sometimes I'm glad, but mostly I'm sad.
Why'd we have to go and evolve?


The magic has gone,
The spells come undone,
And T.V has drained our minds.
So unplug the box, let's pull up our socks.
And for God's sake let's get offline.


Lets unplug our minds.
And see what's outside.
As soon as you put down your cell.
One thing is clear,
The Devil is here.
And the network is going to hell.


And now our providers,
Sit perched like big spiders,
Watching us get caught in the web.
But I'm full of intention, to close the connection. And to go grab a book instead.

So we scream and we yell,
And we all L.O.L
And you can B.R.B if you wish.
But I'm out of here,
The future is clear,
Life's gotta be better than this.


So I hit escape,
And boy it was great,
To watch real life unfold.
You can stay there, I don't really care.
I'm just happy I still have my soul.

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mdpoetgirl commented on Unplugged.

06-24-2009

AWESOME, and so true. I know that I, for one, stay plugged in too much - cell phones, internet, tv... so when I do catch a glimpse of God's creation outside, I feel like I've just awakened from a dream. I'm blown away and finally feel alive... The networks are so draining. Hope you win the contest. This is great and well-deserving..

Griff

07/19/2009

wow.. thank you so much :)

Laine commented on Unplugged.

06-07-2009

this is good !!!!!!!!! hope u like mine im ganna read more of yours im sendin you a friend request if its ok Thanks for checkn mine out

Paolo commented on Unplugged.

06-06-2009

If you were to abandon the use of rhyme here it might improve this poem. I found myself lost in it and wondering where the focus is. Perhaps you should listen to the great Sam Cooke and you may learn how to write this poem better.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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