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Stepping Back

10 Jul

Stepping Back

The world’s become a smaller place, or rather it would seem
Thanks to wi-fi internet and video live stream
Instant tweets and Instagram and Facebook posts from those
Who suffer pain and use their phone to share all of their woes

We are indeed connected, each and every person here
But viewing hi-res images of events that aren’t near
Are causing a perspective loss, there’s folks who carry grief
For things half-way around the world with misguided belief

That there is something they can do by ranting or despairing
By hash-tagging and vlogging and by liking and by sharing
Focused half-way ‘round the world and not on what is near
Not present and not aware of their place on this sphere

Perhaps it’s time for stepping back from these world-wide events
These overwhelming weekly travesties that make no sense
Maybe it’s simply too much to know what’s happening
In every dark corner of Earth, each terrible, grim thing

Perhaps the wide-spread stress, anxiety and angst we feel
Is caused by what’s trending and in our newsfeed and newsreel
Perhaps it’s time to step back and be present where we are
Focus on the loved ones near, not strangers who are far

Perhaps it’s time to be aware of local matters more
That we can influence instead of some overseas war
Perhaps it’s time to turn the news off, edit feed, log out
Turn phone off and have local faith instead of global doubt

                                                     ~Miro

I Don’t Tweet

28 Nov

I Don’t Tweet

The social networking tool that
Is growing in support
More rapidly than most is the
One that must be kept short

Seems to me that everyone
Is Twittering today
But with just a hundred and
Forty letters to say

What is on your mind, our thoughts
Are being simplified
There isn’t much room to express
Inspire or confide

I tried it for a while, tweeted
Quotes that roused my vigor
But many times I couldn’t post
‘Cause limit wasn’t bigger

So I found myself tweeting
About trifling deeds
Like what I had for breakfast or
My material needs

A new trinket that’s coming out
That I would like to buy
And other times I’d use it to
Kvetch, complain and cry

I finally did recognize
That status line was not
An ideal place to show my thanks
For everything I’ve got

Instead, it’s just an exercise
In ego, bragging, whines
A warrior who has a point
Needs more than just 2 lines

I saw the limits they imposed
And the effect is makes
A growing group of people who
Do not have what it takes

To keep attention focused on
A write that’s longer than
One hundred and forty keys:
A “novel” for trash can

Part of being warriors
Is saying “Not for me
I don’t abide what’s going on
And I do disagree”

So I don’t tweet, it’s not for me
I just don’t see what good
Tweeting does, two lines cannot
Help you be understood

Status lines and cell phone texts
And very short e-mails
Modern day communication’s
Giant epic fails

I’ll keep to writing “novels” and
Poems more than a page
For the ones who seek to be
Inspired and engage

                         ~Miro

Voices

7 Jul

Voices

We live within a world
Where everyone’s a voice
So many different ways
To spread your news of choice

There’s Twitter and there’s Facebook
And many more I’m sure
That haven’t yet attained
The texting world’s allure

But what I’m noticing
As people use their thumbs
To converse with others
Is what discourse becomes

Shorthand simple thoughts
Devoid of depth and meaning
Rushed and to the point
And no time for gleaning

Thoughts thrown out into
A sea of tweeting noise
With iPhones and Blackberrys
And other cordless toys

I got to thinking that
With gadgets such as these
The problem is how much
They make talking a breeze

No more do people call
And speak with vocal chords
Instead there’s just a few
Scarce words you hurl towards

Devoid of inspiration
Or any concise thought
Just what you had for breakfast
And what merch you just bought

Multitudes of voices
Simultaneously
Texting little facts
And no one to see

And the few voices
Whose messages are deep
Get lost among the others
Hid under the heap

That’s why I grab my shovel
And put the blade to soil
Some voices can inspire
But only if you toil

And dig and sweat and maybe
Even grit your teeth
That will lead to finding
The truth that lies beneath

                                 Miro