I am an armature in a field that no one cares about
Not even poets read poetry, no one even reads anymore
I speak in a whisper to a deaf world, too busy to listen
Eyes too blind to see, hearts too hard to feel
Words fall on skin of metal and glass, nerves of wire
Mechanical brains programed to see and hear static
Connoisseurs of plastic garbage, gourmets of gluttony
Eating the grain of media held in pens of expectations
Kobe beef massaged and full go happily to the slaughter
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sorenbarrett (
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi don't be buying too much of that Kobe beef now my friend it is rather expensive
I feed it to KP if it's out of date. lol.
No! Don't let it go out of date it costs around $500.00 per pound
I'm charmed by this because your soul is everywhere on this poem, we have the same thoughts today although your talents are far greater in creative poetry than mine, always humbled and most truly honoured to take away something I've read, putting it in my little pocket of reflection and inspiration. My dear sorrenbarret thank you. 🌹
Thank you my dear friend but comparing oneself with another poet is like comparing oneself with another friend we are all different but the same none worth more or less than another. I so appreciate your words of support and encouragement have a most wonderful New Year
I knew you would say this, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart, thank you for always being here, teaching me, not just how to write beautiful poetry but also sharing your wisdom. We are all the same but different 💜
Wagyu poets and Kobe poems - makes me sad, the reality at poets’ state and the condition of readership in our time and day 🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you Cryptic for your review and words of support. Yes times have changed and I feel like one of the last old guard.
And may your legacy continue on! 🕊️🙏🏻
You portray the world with human-like qualities, describing it as "deaf," "blind," and having "hearts too hard to feel," which amplifies the sense of isolation. Indeed, some people do become desensitized to beauty and treat others poorly due to their own bitterness. The metaphor of consuming Kobe beef highlights the superficial nature of certain pleasures. Your poem offers a critique of modern society's detachment from meaningful art and experiences, arguing that people prioritize consumerism and technology over deeper understanding.
Thank you so much Friendship for your review and comment it is deeply important to me. Yes people are nothing more than machines today having been conditioned to be hard and uncaring expecting to be waited on and being told that they are happy they feel they must be even when being led to slaughter. Happy New Year to you
Soren, this is a bleak and necessary observation. You move from personal isolation to cultural consumption without losing coherence, and that final image indicts complacency more than cruelty. It’s a lament and a warning at once. Strong work. Happy New Year to you and your family, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the read and understanding comment it is deeply appreciated. And a most Happy New Year to you as well
You are right; trading awareness for comfort and becoming less human is what today's world suffer from. Very nice.
Thank you so much Soheil for the read and comment it is most important to me. A Happy New Year to you
My pleasure. The same to you.
Now-Now, sorenbarrett. I resemble those remarks. Before we put collective pistols to our heads, Happy New Year and Happy writing in 2026.
Thanks so much Jerry don't make me laugh now this is hardly you. You graciously read other's poems and have and carefully tuned ear. To all rules there are exceptions my friend. I appreciate your review very much and look forward to your poems. This poem may well be preaching to the choir
Clever way of expressing the monotony of the world today. I enjoy your writing style!
Thank you so much your words of support are most important to me and deeply appreciated
Really enjoyed this and agree on all fronts. Your talent amazes me. Have you been published frequently? Do you have books? And yes, I do read poetry. My fave, William Stafford.
Thank you so much for the read and most gracious words of encouragement. No I am on five other sites but have not published any books. I write for my own therapy to keep the brain working and work through things, A most Happy New Year to you
It's terrible to see groups if People all together and not speaking; just staring at a Phone screen. Well said in your Poem.
Thank you Kevin for your read and understanding of this piece where our seeking comfort has led to self-centered hedonism and general complacent oblivion.
I hear your whisper through the static and steel,
your words bruise the comfort I was fed to believe—
if this is slaughter, then your poem taught me to feel.
Thank you so much my friend for your most poetic response to this poem it is deeply appreciated Mottakeenur and a Happy New Year to you
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