DESCRIPTION
The eighties saw the dawn of a new impersonalism and surprisingly enough corresponded with the genesis of mass computing. At one time it was all about "making a fast buck" and social consciousness was something that seemed to be consigned to history's dustbin. This is a bitter poem about those times. [104 words]
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I've been writing poetry and songs since the earliest times that I can remember. The current submission is one that makes the reader think and also, I hope, empathize with the subject. [July 2001]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (4) A Message To The Exile (Poetry) Animal imagery is used to emphasize soul searching in this poem about non conformance and the difficulties that this poses in today's hectic world. [70 words] Belfast (Poetry) A psychological and physical description of life in the shadow of terrorism. Great Britain has endured this situation for many years and I am extremely saddened to know that it's bloody hand has now ... [145 words] Frosted Glass (Poetry) Bathroom frosted glass distorts one's view as much as this distortion of a perfect world. [170 words] Verse For A Greetings Card (Poetry) A piece of light verse to counterbalance my more somber studies. [39 words]
Living In The Eighties Martin Milner
Windows, gleaming port holes of destiny
Reflect our fleeting actions and the times
Crumbling stones where lap the waves of fleshy seas
Conceal the hatreds, soaking up the crimes.
Gray, battered towers raise aloft their ravaged forms
Where misery and bleakness intertwine
And snaking cars tear apart the bleeding dawns
But sunshine is no comfort to the blind.
Soft, flickering screens are viewpoints to the world
Where humming cables ensnare a generation
And in these technicolor lines, our lives unfurled
Endure this packaged, programmed mutilation.
And in the shadow of the rocket of the Final Irony
A stone-strewn path winding on before the nation
While braving the waves of this encroaching sea
In protest we find a true vocation.
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