
Internet Infraction: Bogged Down in Blog
The only way I’d ever stop
is flagged down by a cyber cop
who says my blogging cannot last
if I continue to go so fast.
He’d give a lecture and a ticket
and then he’d actually stick it
across my screen with strict instruction
to cease this method of destruction.
If life had meant us to go on line
hour after hour––eight or nine
hours or more day after day,
with always one more thing to say,
why would it give us legs to go
and feet to walk on, heel to toe?
Day after day, it’s grown obscene––
my eyes plastered upon my screen,
my fingers stiff with my attention
over what I might next mention––
fingers drumming, tapping, bending
all the while sending sending––
typing out, first fast then slow
my life as a reality show.
Until I wonder if I log
its details daily on my blog
because I want to recall life––
its joys and sorrows, pleasures, strife––
or do I only move about
to give me something to write about???
My friends all say this can’t go on.
I’m growing flaccid, weak and wan.
I need some exercise and sun––
some movies, dancing or other fun
aside from snapping pictures of
each bougainvillea or mourning dove.
Life’s meant to live, not to record.
It should be shouted, screamed or roared––
not typed out softly on the keys
of a laptop spread out on my knees!
The truth of this I’ve clearly seen
now that this sticker obscures my screen.
“Do not remove” it clearly reads,
“Go live your life! Go do some deeds!”
I’ll put on sneakers and do some laps.
I’ll exercise ‘til I collapse,
then do more laps around the pool
‘til I’m an exercising fool.
I’ll call twelve friends up on the phone.
I’ll never ever be alone.
I’ll live my life until its end
without a single blogging friend!
My dedication will never lapse;
and yet, how temptingly it gaps–
that sticker, unstuck at its edge
so easy now to pick and wedge
my fingernail beneath and tug,
to drop its shreds upon the rug
and free my screen of its obstruction––
this taboo not of my construction.
To push the button, light up the screen––
to see its colors from red to green.
Black words on white, Cee’s daily flower––
no longer do I pine and cower.
I peck the keys, upload some pics––
once more getting my daily fix.
The truth of modern life leaks in.
To blog is not a major sin!
I’ll give up blogging, become a rover
precisely when Hell freezes over!!!
The Prompt––Bloggers, Unplugged: Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?
So true!
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This is really clever and I am sure many of us can relate to so many of the tidbits you note – ha!
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Yes we are sisters and brothers in sin. (Or “Send.”)
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Ha! So fun
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LOL, true indeed!
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Nicely done, very funny and smart.
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Well said, my friend, well said. If it ever becomes I crime, I’m in deep trouble. Until then, we shall BLOG ON!
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Oh-ho! This is wonderful! See how all the blogging has sculpted your talent? 😉
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You said what I wanted to. We are all addicted to blogging and let’s admit it whole heartedly.
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Haha! I love it – so witty! Does that mean everyone’s secret addiction is out? 😉
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I guess mine and yours are, at least.
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Very smart. I liked the description.
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I have just realized why I am addicted to blogging – because I can talk to someone, and someone sometimes talks to me. My dear PA loves me and I him, but – dare I say it – he doesn’t like to chat! And sometimes when I have some tidbit I want to share and start, Darling, he gets that “What now?” look. Or “Please don’t read out the adverts to me” or the typos in the book I’m reading, or that funny sign we just passed. So thank you bloggers for being there for me. At least I don’t know if you have tuned me out.
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But you know when we’ve tuned you in! I know. It’s nice to always have someone to talk to.
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Well said…
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It’s addictive, for sure, but so is getting out and about without the camera.
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Twas the weeks before Christmas
And all thru the home
Not an Ipad was stirring
Not even a roam
The cell phones were charging
Their face plates aglow
Hoping they’d not miss
A caller they know
On this dark winter morning
As I sat in my chair
I thought I heard outside
A beep or a blare
The house was so quiet
I could not believe
The quiet so amazing
No calls to receive
And so I decided
On this very day
To not overly panic
If no calls came my way
I finally resolved
With Judy to agree
To ignore all the clatter
My tech gadgets sent me
And taking this moment
To spread Christmas cheer
WIshing you all a good holiday
Aad a Happy New Year
If you don’t go electronic
It’s truly all right
Santa will still find you
His GPS works well at night. 🙂
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Ha! Hilarious, rhymes and scans! Well-written and fun. Thanks, Gerry.
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Thanks for the inspiration. Inspired me to write a blog article on much the same point. Season’s best!!
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We all shall blog on till we drop, or until Hell freezes over, or there is a cyber meltdown. Shame on me, slap my face, for even considering that might be possible. I COULD RAISE BLOGGING PIGEONS, and be rich after all!
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Blogging pigeons? They’d be busy little flitterers!
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Hi, Judy (and Gerry), I know what it’s like – my computer was in the shop for two days and I really felt lost without it. (Did anyone miss me?) But – oh joy! – it was having Windows 10 removed. The operation was successful and I’m now back in good old Windows 7. But I forgot to ask them to slow down the touch pad or whatever is making my typing jump all over the page. One of these days I’ll just leave it as it comes and you all can figure out what I was trying to type. You have been warned.
Happy Hols, everyone.
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Feliz Navidad.
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