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Disconnected Connectivity
Contributed by
Beyfoxman5
on
Tuesday, 3rd May 2016 @ 03:41:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I
Get in my car after work
Exhausted, but so happy to be out from behind my desk and my computer
I
Put my fingers on the gearshift until
I
Receive a text from a good friend and
I
Respond with three texts of my own
I
immediately receive a Facebook message from a friend
Respond to it
And get an emoji in return
I
Drive all the while trying to memorize my next piece
That will immediately go down my iPad
Be copied, and pasted on every social media network that I am a part of
Invariably
I
Get responses
I
ask myself
Will I
Ever see these people ?
Will they ever hear me ?
I
Am still alone
Copyright ©
Beyfoxman5
... [
2016-05-03 15:41:09]
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Re: Disconnected Connectivity
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by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 4th May 2016 @ 06:52:37 AM AEST
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Nice poem Fox.
Just like the commercial of the intoxicated young lady dying at a bus stop. Yeah, she had a million Facebook friends. Didn/'/t do her any good.
Social media is more of a negative to many than a positive. Nice job here.
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Re: Disconnected Connectivity
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by shelby on
Wednesday, 4th May 2016 @ 09:30:35 PM AEST
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I enjoyed this and it gives alot to think about
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Re: Disconnected Connectivity
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by irisblue on
Thursday, 5th May 2016 @ 09:27:40 PM AEST
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| Great analogy Fox !!!! Well said. |
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Re: Disconnected Connectivity
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 8th May 2016 @ 12:04:15 AM AEST
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| Tomorrow. Forget electricity. However far it may be: go into an empty field, touch the biggest tree, and the lie down. Let your eyes fall upon the /'/triviality/'/ of grass. There is a world there, and it doesn/'/t give a toss for social media. You/'/ll be surprised at the activity in such a small space, and it will still be there when Facebook is a distant memory. |
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