J Jay Samuel Davis KINDNESS Technology


“FIELDS OF GOLD!” a poem February 19, 2019 [TUESDAY*]

When she was young, the air was fresh; the sun! IT shone! upon her flesh;
She RAN! and trees – did step aside; the birds applauded, as she’d glide,
‘Cross-open-meadows, and-she’d-jump into brooks;
She swan in-mystic-pools! and-read mysterious books,
Illuminated-by: THE LIGHT OF DAY,
And-she-was-“greedy,**” and-drank-The-Night-away!
She seldom slept, but when she did,
Joyous dreams would fill her head,
And she did wake, to-greater-[mornings]-than-before,
Excited! and-anticipating – what-the-day-held-in-store!
Then, one day: She’s-introduced-to:
MONITORS! [when- The-Internet-was-new],
And-with-FASCINATION! She would gaze & click!
Soon! She tired! and her-body grew – sick,
From lack of sun – and-running-along,
With-her-TINY-puppy, singing-a-song!
Where were the shouts? and the bruis – ed knee?
Now! only-Blogging! [and]-Posting! and-FACEBOOK, did-she-see!
Her sleep was fitful, for-she-could-not re-gu-late,
Her daily hours – and, sometimes, very late,
She-would-stay – transfixed – to A JEALOUS SCREEN,
And beams of blue light (with pictures – obscene),
Bombarded-our-heroine! For, she was addicted,
And YEARS DID PASS – her eyes? constricted!
Occasionally! She-would take a walk,
With her TINY doggie! and they would talk,
About days gone by, when, each-afternoon,
They’d shout – and sing – and-chase-a-balloon!
Those days gone by? Will they ever return?
To put back ROSES! into-our-“little-urn?”
And, once again, will The Healing Sun,
See A GIRL – and-her-doggie – gaily run,
Never knowing exactly – where-they’re-going-to?
fin <3


Together we are
on top of the World

This little girl, within us equally lies ~ With teardrops welling in her eyes ~ Yearning-for that-time-when-we ~ Take-back our-favored destiny! ~ And choose, once more, the sun over lamp ~ The moon over screen – and-to-go-out-& camp ~ To sleep “OUT-THERE,” un-der the stars ~ And wait – for-a-[shining]-morning we-can (once more) call “OURS!” ๐Ÿ™‚

Hungry for Peace โฃ

* – the first day of the rest of your life! ** – HUNGRY! for LIFE!

Thank you Kindness

By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)