We live in a synthetic age
Perform on a synthetic stage
Virtual book with a synthetic page
What became of reality ?
Grandparents say - in days gone bye
Aeroplanes never flew in the sky
No takeaways just home baked pie
What became of reality ?
Horses delivered the coal and milk
No nylon - no rayon - just fabulous silk
A seashore stranger - Aker Bilk
What became of reality ?
Designer babies - synthetic toys
Synthetic sound - synthetic noise
Synthetic bliss Victoria's toys
What became of reality ?
Gone are the days when Men were Men
And Girls looked like God had created them
No nips and tucks - creme de la creme !
What became of reality ?
Nineteen hundred (1900) a bridge to far
Ford invented the motor car
Earth marred for ever concrete's scar
It's ended in futility !
Thanks for visiting - please comment - BRIAN
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BRIANSODES (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One of the problems of living the 21st C is that everything is instant and synthetic. All I want is a nice log fire - birdsong - morning chorus choir - strumming along on an antique lyre - living in reality. Quiet streets no cars - just horses - and everything back to nature ! BRIAN
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Your contrast over time delivers an exacting message that our reality has thinned to transparent and the hope of turning back borders on insanity. For me there seems to be a slight suggestion that "then" had some strained realities as well, but "now" is the result of trying to better what wasn't completely real then. Maybe I've gone to far but that's why I like your poem so much, There's room for me to join in. I think this is excellent - Thank you
Thanks AH for a very perceptive comment. A "good" poem always leaves a niche for an interested reader to join in ! I find that my Grandparents (and their peers) always talked about "their period of youth" especially before WW2 as the "Good Old Days" but it all depends on when and where you were born. To them today's pace of life is a bit frenetic and often (unlike us) they are unable to appreciate the value of (relatively) cheap air travel computers and mobile phones supamarkets etc - which we take for granted. However (whatever Thomas Jefferson may have philosiphied) we are NOT all born equal and globally there is a price to pay. Our meat is another man's poison ! I like this site but there is a lack of comment. I like your poetry and am happy to comment and I trust you will find time to comment on mine ! Thanks BRIAN
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