Poised on a Knife-Edge?

The tension mounts; the world awaits

With bated breath those seven states;

Which way will they ‘swing’ this time?

My crystal ball will not define.

 

The outcome?  Will one side 'train wreck'?

For now, they’re running neck and neck.

But it’s been tough; let’s not pretend

Punishing schedules till the end!

 

Exchanging insults and fake news

Behind the rhetoric - strong views

Now vests are bullet-proof; with drones

Observing crowds for threats unknown.

 

A toss-up - no one knows the score

For pundits, sleepless nights in store

Voters – who knows what they think?

Will this Titanic swim or sink?

 

On the horizon, curtained mist

Sharp metaphor, to veil the gist…

After Biden, who knows who:

Scarlet Red or deep, deep Blue?

(c) poet in the woods 2024

Lost Connections!

Computers - helpmates good or bad?

A little slip can make you mad!

For each site we require smart codes;

My personal memory bank implodes ...

 

Is this an age thing? I reflect

That I was born before the Net

Dragged us through AI’s deep seas;

For Generation Z – a breeze!

 

Scan, copy or sign your consent?

I’m not always sure what’s meant

Less personal contact is a bind

I sometimes feel quite left behind!

 

Am I alone with this new Angst

Or perhaps, should I give thanks?

We’re told life’s safer with this tool

Which often makes me lose my cool!

 

Gone are the days of lengthy queues

For tickets – so that is good news

But nonetheless I feel regret

Do I Orwell’s oeuvre* detect?

(c) Poet in the woods 2024

* George Orwell published '1984' in 1948.

Beaglemania!

Charles Schulz's* close pal on the page

 Inspires reactions that engage!

He rushes on our screens each day

Shrewd, on-the-ball - in low-slung way!

 

This much-loved beagle warms our heart

His every exploit hits the mark

Canine philosopher, we read

Does he personify the breed?

 

Finding solace in collations

SNOOPY feels our tribulations

And as Charlie Brown’s best friend,

Likes nothing better than to spend

 

Time in sunshine or in rain

By his side to keep him sane

While Woodstock, often in a flap,

Squawks - because he cannot chat!

 

These magic monologues delight!

Our switched-on beagle makes life bright

Dispelling Lucy Van Pelt’s frown

Ensuring Peanuts world renown!

(c) Poet in the woods 2024

* Charles Schulz 1922 - 2000