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 Category:  Commentary and Philosophy Poetry
  Posted: August 26, 2020      Views: 7

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 ABOUT
DJECKERT 
Pushin' and prayin' for a paradigm shift in Humanity's stinkin' thinkin'.

"I am sending you out like sheep among wolves. Therefore be as shrewd as snakes and as innocent as doves. Matthew 10:16


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"Spoiled splendor inherited" by djeckert
The virtually inherited love of a spoiled splendor-

Oh,
Estranged beauty and wonder of my youth
I relive you in my head

Like...

Sitting
perched atop a
conquered scrubby oak.

Wondering
should I have shimmied
up that other,
more enticing
branch instead?

Flicking
the ant crawling up my scuffed up arm,

Looking
below me
induces dread.

Lamenting
"Oh these vampire bugs,
how they torment me!"

Slapping
a mosquito against my head.

Claiming
kingship over
new found views of the wondrous things
that my little mind can pretend!.

Daring
to reach out to my young friend ...

Oh My God,
I start to feel
my throne beneath me quickly begin to bend!

The term "spoiled splendor" surely seems to apply to this aged old trend

__________________
(40 years later...
is THIS the future spoiled splendor of our progeny? )

Sitting
perched atop my conquered throne,
a comfy four wheeled
padded chair.

Wondering
should I have
clicked
on that other,
more enticing
icon over there?

Flicking
the mouse held in my cramped up arm.

Loooking
around me induces dread.

Lamenting
"Oh, these viral bugs, how they torment me!"
slapping
a palm
against my head.

Claiming
kingship over new found screens
of the virtual things
that my little mind can pretend!.

Daring
NOT to reach out
to a friend...
or to even REALLY feel ; (It's beneath me.)
OMG ! Quick, quick!
I can't miss out,
so I'll Press "like" and "send"!

"Spoiled splendor?",
Is it a trend?
Surely, there's an App for that!

Author Notes
Another rewrite of an old favorite
Pays one point and 2 member cents.

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