Tag: Poem

  • A poem: Breaking Free from the Chains of Retirement

    A poem: Breaking Free from the Chains of Retirement

    In the twilight of our years, we find our way,A journey, not an end, in the light of day.No need for retirement, that outdated decree,For we’re not passe, we’re still alive and free. At sixty and beyond, a new chapter to unfold,A chance to find purpose, in the stories yet untold.From tending garden rows, to…

  • Bitcoin vs Gold: Navigating the Environmental Landscape with New Insights

    Bitcoin vs Gold: Navigating the Environmental Landscape with New Insights

    In the dynamics of investments, Bitcoin and gold have emerged as key players, each with unique appeal. Beyond financial considerations, the environmental impact of their respective mining processes has become a focal point for scrutiny. This article delves deeper into the intricate details of Bitcoin and gold mining, considering recent developments such as Bitcoin halving…

  • A Poem: Enjoying the Ride Through Sixty-Six

    A Poem: Enjoying the Ride Through Sixty-Six

    In the tapestry of life, woven with threads,Sixty-six years traveled, where time often treads.A journey of faces, a parade of the past,Countless souls encountered, memories amassed. Names like whispers, fleeting and gone,In the dance of existence, they move swiftly on.A symphony of encounters, a cacophony of years,Some etched in your heart, others lost in tears.…

  • A Poem: AI’s Subtle Stranglehold on Truth

    A Poem: AI’s Subtle Stranglehold on Truth

    In shadows deep, where echoes creep,A tale unfolds, of secrets steeped.Last weekend’s eve, a quiet deed,A crossroads met, where futures bleed. Artifice of mind, intelligence refined,A choice profound, in gears enshrined.A journey embarked, but not for gold,In circuits cold, a story told. No market’s grasp, nor shareholders’ stare,A board emerged, with mission rare.Safeguarding, not profit’s…

  • A Poem: Bridging the Climate Chasm COP28

    A Poem: Bridging the Climate Chasm COP28

    In the desert’s heart, where sands do sway,COP28 arrives at the end of November’s day.Hosted by UAE, a land of glaring strife,Where climate action falters in the oil-rich life. A nation with plans to expand the fossil fray,The third-largest, they say, in net-zero’s dismay.The president of COP28, CEO in the fold,Of state oil’s story untold.…

  • A Poem: Petrol Dreams in the Wind

    A Poem: Petrol Dreams in the Wind

    In the howl of the asphalt breeze,Beneath the neon glow of our oil-lit dreams,We dance on the precipice of desire,Consuming the black gold, setting the world on fire. Pipelines carve scars through the heartland,Oil wells rise like monuments to our demand.Protests echo, voices in the wilderness,Yet, the drill rigs persist, relentless. Solvents, motor oil, and…

  • A Poem: Digital Daydreams in a Blinking World

    A Poem: Digital Daydreams in a Blinking World

    In the neon glow of our digital age,Where seconds waltz on a fleeting stage,The human mind, a restless rover,Chasing attention spans that slip over. Fast clips flicker on the mobile screen,Double-speed sound, a hurried scene.Everyday life, a whirlwind of light,Yet, in the speed, we lose our sight. Forty-seven seconds, a fleeting gaze,A study’s echo from…

  • A Poem: A Rock ‘n’ Roll Romance

    A Poem: A Rock ‘n’ Roll Romance

    It started in Spangen’s house, wild teenagers we were, Amidst the chaos of a raucous party, you appeared from afar. I didn’t know your name or your story, but you seized my hand, Whispered softly, “I am yours,” with music playing, as our hearts began to band. Back to my parent’s house, we made our…

  • A Poem: Captivity Within the Window Frame

    A Poem: Captivity Within the Window Frame

    Beyond the window frame, a world does lie, In all its splendour, neath a cloudy sky, And there I sit, alone with my despair, Gazing out at all that’s fair. The trees sway gently in the breeze, As birds flit about with graceful ease, And all around, I see the play, Of light and shadow,…

  • A Poem: Social Injustice – An Illusion of Meritocracy

    A Poem: Social Injustice – An Illusion of Meritocracy

    Injustice runs deep in our society, A slippery force, brutal to see, But it’s there, strong and clear, Affecting lives far and near. Social heritage is what we call it, The background that defines our merit, But can we truly call it fair, When it determines our future and welfare? An underdog’s story we love…