Matrix Moments

Media Moments: Question, reflect, connect

Street Guardian

Bent elbow
to stuttering illumination,
patch rust pain
of decades standing
neighbourhood watch -
a hopeful graphic of law,
The slim silhouette
ready for an occasional bicycle
that pays its leaning respects,
But time’s inventions
mean tired fluorescents
will be LED to retirement.

Starting Thoughts: Looking at an old rusty lamppost and considering how technology is changing the environment around us.
Poem Topic Tags: #children, #lampost, #light, #objects, #schools, #seeker, #technology
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken word poetry for pupils on objects.

Unfriend

Button click 
Deed done,
Payback or distance 
Achieved,
Another assumption 
Relationship Symptom
Like drug overdoses, suicides 
Pulling society 
down meaningless 
Sink holes,
When will you stand 
in love's enough,
Sticking to promises,
Standards and boundaries
Encouraging 
safety, security, honour
Bringing, being 
safety, security, honour,
Bringing, being, choosing
love?

Starting Thoughts: How easy is it to push the unfriend button, to disconnect from others? How often are we unfriending people as we sit on our technology and ignore? Will we take the risk to love?
Poem Topic Tags:
#boundaries, #distance, #friendship, #honor, #honour, #love, #payback, #relationships, #safety, #unfriend
Posting Tags: #artist, #christian, #creativewriting, #instawrite, #poems, #poetry, #poetsofinstagram, #poetryisnotdead, #poetrycommunity, #poetryinmotion, #spilledink, #spokenword, #typewriter, #videos, #wordsmith, #writing, #writinglife, #writerscommunity, #writerscorner, #writersofinstagram,
Spoken Word poetry on relationships, technology, digital devices and our world.

Intimate Date

We clambered
out of parked 
bubble green car,
autumn's night
painting nearly everything grey,
light spilled colour 
from the Greek Restaurant,
white angular letters
above the glass doorway
the only hint of culture
on an otherwise modern
facade,
enjoying friends,
husband and wife
from a wedding party
years ago,
out to celebrate
their wedding anniversary.
Years of friendship, pain,
Love, children growing up,
He’s a little Greek
I love the Greek food
Not so sure 
of her Greek tastes.

The warmth of the
wooden table room spilled out
and the Maitre d’ greeted us,
as we unraveled
from a day of work
into the moment.
We smiled
and followed to our 
dark grained table.

Cool water, chatter, slightly
dog-eared menus, laughter
all cross our table,
mixing an enthusiasm 
for life with
memories of the past,
conversation is fun
as we toss stories
in turn
listening intently
to each other,
we even send the waiter
away as we still
haven’t had time
to choose
our dish for the day.

Around us the restaurant
tables fill,
couples,
a long table 
with a large party,
some must be Greek 
we decide based 
on look and colour,
but we don’t really know,
It’s slightly reassuring to 
be eating Greek where 
the real Greek eat
or so we choose 
to believe.

Beside us
a couple who are 
not there,
Since they sat down
each has been intimate
with their cellphone,
texting, Facebooking
WhatsApp chat
maybe the weather, 
Could I suggest
to them,
why not start with a 
conversation about weather
as that would be 
more romance than
your current connection,
that would be more intimate
than your current finger poke,
ultimately
why did you come?
The waiter calls by their table
and they spend more time
talking to her
than they have 
to each other
in the last ten minutes.

Why do we prefer 
the shallow?
Stuck jumping
over small waves
forever timid
leaping the small
imagined tidal waves,
running away, pretending,
never tall enough, risking enough
never learning to swim,
so the thrills of riding, tubing,
plunging, being tossed 
end over end
will never happen.

A life in the shallow
playing at relationships
never immersed,
superficial
so no one can love us
see us
for self is hidden
and love for others
is never learned.

skin-deep connections
deep loneliness.

Prompt
Out with friends and technology gets in the way of relationships.
Date Night Friendship Poem

God @ Lifetube

If God was
a YouTube channel
Internet sensation
Unseen
posting content-
But, like weird!

Humour mixed
with life stories
Music intertwined
with silent movies.
Long moments
and short truths,
No screen rants
No self promotion
Just movies that appear
to challenge
the core of who
you are,
Other video celebrations
of pure fun,
belly laughs,
Deeply breathed hope.

Would you like?
Would you subscribe?
Who makes money?
Annoying ads still there?
Would you share?
Would you embed?
Life Tube Christian Poem

We Build

We build
the biggest machine 
ever,
Powerful
electrical magnet
super chilled technology 
kilometres of
tunnelled internal space
to collide the small unseen,
To discover: 
theories
new realities
changing realities,
the God particle.

Where can we turn
that your hand
is not displayed?
Where your voice
is not the power that
holds our universe together?

We are space
in space
in expanding space
Sustained
by the Living God.

#christian,#collider, #hadron, #machines, #poems, #poetry, #power, #reality, #science, #space, #spokenword, #universe, #video
Technology and Science meet the God Particle Spoken Word
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