Welcome to the Twittersphere
“And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.”
John Keats. To Autumn.
See the timeline we’re displayed on
moving on a maker’s dream.
We’re such stuff as dreams are made on:
ripplets in the data stream.
We’re the twitterers of Twitter,
some of us unfit, some fitter,
some will groan while others glitter.
We can be, or simply seem.
All you need is one computer,
laptop, smart-phone, AppleMac,
PC with a broadband router
(no need to be geek or hack).
Mercury was not as fleet as
this, no, nor the fastest cheetahs!
What on Earth could be as sweet as
sent love coming quickly back?
Type three w’s, a dot,
then twitter-dot-com in the bar.
Do the prompts and fill in what
you want regarding who you are.
Post your mug-shot if you’re pretty.
If you’re not, put something witty
or a picture of your city -
this will be your avatar.
Now say “hi” to all the planet.
Chat with all (and all for free!).
Tweet with Justin, John and Janet.
Follow Score_Cast (yes, that’s me :)
Follow everyone I follow.
All are lovely, none is hollow.
Here’s the Temple of Apollo,
worldwide now, from sea to sea!
All our words are here for ever,
moving down through time and space.
Someone very very clever
made this ark for every race.
He, @Jack, the great inventor,
made this stage for us to enter.
I may never reach the centre
but at least I have a place.
How else would you now be reading
verse that someone such as I
could never get a single bleeding
publisher to even try?!
They all treat my stuff like litter.
Poo to them! But I’m not bitter.
I have tweets that I can twitter
as in Keats’ autumnal sky.
We’re his gath’ring autumn swallows.
We’re his mourning river-gnats,
tweeting dreams and watching ‘follows’
growing on our twitter-stats.
Parent, child or baby-sitter,
here’s your friendly thought-transmitter.
Tweet your dreams and see how Twitter
turns them to a hundred @s.
How can this be aught but noble?
How can this be thought of ill?
Now our words are wide and global:
Asia, Oz, The States, Brazil!
Some say Twitter’s an illusion,
friendship, but a false conclusion!
I can settle such confusion.
I and many millions will!
All my Twitterpals are living,
breathing souls who comprehend
the benefits of friendship, giving
love (which I can recommend).
Some will moan, some others titter,
some hold fast while others flitter:
each one I have met on Twitter
I consider as a friend.
“I am going to have a pizza.”
Even if that’s all you say,
friendliness in every tweet’s a
little strand of life at play.
Whether trite or esoteric,
clever, clueless, clowning, cleric,
literary or numeric,
words are never cast astray.
Whether wholesome or hysteric,
whether homely or Homeric,
here’s a brave new Twitterspheric
world where love can win the day!
July 2010