A POEM I FOUND WILL TOUCH US ALL (15)
It bought a tear to my eye Gary thank you for sharing this 
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ExcellentHow very true! 
I loved it, thank you 
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Really wonderful and oh so true! Thank you.
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Ca bon!!!!.....
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So beautifully, thoughtfully and truthfully expressed. Thank you for sharing.
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it certainly touched me, but where did it touch? I'm not sure
somewhere above my abdomen is tickeling 
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epicure: it certainly touched me, but where did it touch? I'm not sure somewhere above my abdomen is tickeling
no noooo ur poem worths more it tickeled my brain
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I did to , dont see many actually hit the heart as this one does .. glad you enjoyed it.
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yoursuperman: Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black
it is so true......
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Truisms always hit the heart. I liked this. 
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Awesome poem
It shows how much the internet & computers affect our lives, I wrote something a while ago when I thought I was spending too much time on the computer, not to detract from your post, but I thought i'd share it.
Real Virtuality. (Goodbye my friends)
My life has new direction,
A change is in store,
Away from virtuality,
Onto something more.
Rubbing my eyes,
I step away from the screen,
Losing the blanket,
Letting my insecurities be seen.
What do I need,
That I haven’t already got?
When I look at the world,
I see I have a lot.
It's just that reality,
I had fallen out of touch,
Within my prison,
Of wires & buttons & such.
The mask comes off,
At this point in time,
Time to show the world,
That I am doing fine.
I heard a song,
That asked if there was more,
And I realised,
I had that once before.
So I’m returning to that,
The way I ought to be,
Nigel in the flesh,
A less digital me.
This life will be here,
Just not so intense,
More than the net,
The world is immense.
So it's not goodbye,
Just, 'see ya round',
I'm leaving my cloud,
Going back to the ground.
Joshy
It shows how much the internet & computers affect our lives, I wrote something a while ago when I thought I was spending too much time on the computer, not to detract from your post, but I thought i'd share it.
Real Virtuality. (Goodbye my friends)
My life has new direction,
A change is in store,
Away from virtuality,
Onto something more.
Rubbing my eyes,
I step away from the screen,
Losing the blanket,
Letting my insecurities be seen.
What do I need,
That I haven’t already got?
When I look at the world,
I see I have a lot.
It's just that reality,
I had fallen out of touch,
Within my prison,
Of wires & buttons & such.
The mask comes off,
At this point in time,
Time to show the world,
That I am doing fine.
I heard a song,
That asked if there was more,
And I realised,
I had that once before.
So I’m returning to that,
The way I ought to be,
Nigel in the flesh,
A less digital me.
This life will be here,
Just not so intense,
More than the net,
The world is immense.
So it's not goodbye,
Just, 'see ya round',
I'm leaving my cloud,
Going back to the ground.
Joshy
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yoursuperman: Friends Without Faces
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black
We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black
Very interesting! I see you or somebody has re-written this poem. Here is the un-edited poem for anybody who cares.
FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES
by ~ Richard Geyer ~
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
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We sit and we type and we stare at our screens,
We can't help but wonder what all of this means.
With mouse in hand ...we roam through this maze,
On an infinite search...lost in a daze.
We chat with each other, we type all our woes
At times we'll band together to gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
Soon friendships are formed - but - why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes we'll flirt,
In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
Why is it on screen, we are so easily bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell,
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to our 'puters ...and to those we can trust.
Even though it sounds crazy...the truth still remains,
Most of my "friends" have no faces...and odd little names.
~Rusty Black