Man And Machine

Man And Machine 

technology surrounds us,, 

bombards us, 

plays us, 

man and machine

gadgets, gadgets, 

some men scream,

driving them insane 

working, no longer a game, 

now a necessity, 

to study it all in it's complexity!

  

technology surrounds us, 

bombards us, 

saves us,

men and machine, 

yes some have been 

saved while they prayed, 

for natural organic matter 

to replace pumps, filters, skin and flesh  

before the bleep dies, goes flat ! 

technology surrounds us, 

bombards us, 

astounds us, 

men and machine, 

see things now, 

which have never been seen,

things become uncovered, 

new things yet to be discovered !

Man and machine 

A new world 

A new team 

One of communication, 

Education, a more 

Civil civilization ! 

Man controls the machines, 

They hold in their hands, 

Our destiny our dreams! 

I Don't Like Mondays

I Don't Like Mondays 

Banksy

 On one side of a our globe 

A baby stirs, yawns, 

Safe from every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday dawns 

On green mowed and tended lawns. 

The other side of our globe

A child stirs, stomach aching, 

Attacked by every tiny microbe, 

The sun rises, Monday's baking

On children hunger fuelled awakenings.

Mondays may fill us with dread, 

With the whole working week looming ahead, 

So take heed and keep in your mind, 

The life of a child across the world, 

Not just Monday, But a daily grind 

Their struggle to remain alive

 Survive !

Save The Children

Submitted to dVerse Poets Pub where great poems await ready to share ! 

Space Cleaner

Space Cleaner 

Belgium Street Art 

Is it gonna take a space warrior ? 

To clean up our bricked corridors 

To rid society of all its spills, 

Of  media garbage,and governments bitter pills,

Of societies that consume and consumes. 

Turning our world into a ineffective sickroom .

Is it going to take Darth Vadar ,

To take the bugs from our mental radars, 

Should we be left without any immunity ?

Cleanse society, but destroy humanity, 

We'll have to take control of the filter, 

 The world then will remain on kilter.

Submitted to : dVersepoets  for Open link night in the Poets Pub 

A Colourful Life

A Colourful Life 

Natasha Head

Colours fill my mind,
Memories and experiences
My history in design.

Colours fill my life,
  As a mother, wife and lover,
Psychedelia runs rife

Colours are my being,
Inhabiting me within,
Kicking insecurities fleeing.

Colours make our world
Cultures and nature an artists pallet,
Mixed together in a harmonious swirl.

The world is our art
Vandalised only by the human race
A montage of peace,
 Should be our start !  

Submitted to In Tandem  with A picture courtesy of Natasha Head 

  

 

 

Under Construction

UNDER CONSTRUCTION 

We're Under construction,

Trying to live life right, 

No good being comatosed, 

The human race is overdosed. 

We're under construction 

Trying to live life well,

We've been bombarded with stuff, 

The world has had enough !

We're under construction,

Not the finished article!

The cycle of the world is in reverse,

Each of us a little particle, 

Of this mega universe ! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night