Go Smilingly amid the noise and haste
of cyberspace, and remember what joy
there be in the service of Emo-Jo.
You are a child 😎 of the Cyberverse,
a gift of the Great Keyboard Operator,
no less than the Hash Tags and the GIFs;
you have a right to be here. So, be ever
of good cheer as a proud descendant
of the Rune, and the Hieroglyph.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
never doubt that internet is unfolding
. . . as it should.
You were formed in the ancient womb
of Cuneiform, for the expression of
heartfelt emotion ❤️ … and it was good.
A calligraphy of post-modern destiny.
The happy confetti of micro graffiti.
Give no credence to the smug and the
pompous critics, of artificial intelligence.
Self-satisfied elitists and self-appointed
protectors of the Lingua Franca. Whilst
the humble Emoji spreads the love 💞
beyond language barriers, and borders.
Naysayers of no consequence are but a
vexation to the true spirit of Emoji-ism.
As you strive for smiles, and high ideals,
be yourself, an Emoji of great heroism.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you
from sneaky sudden Muppet misfortune.
Do not distress yourself with such dark
Walt Disney inspired imaginings, and
those who insist on living in the
copperplate past. Never knowing that
it is no Emo-Jo way to go, nor the taste
of Emoji love; as perennial as the grass.
So exercise caution in your online affairs
for the internet is full of trickery. But let
it not blind you to what virtue there is.
With all it’s sham muppetry, and broken
Disney pipe dreams, it is still a beautiful
Cyberverse. Be cheerful.
Strive to be ever smiley 😁
~ The Emo-Jisiderata
After some pondering, Mr. Smiley Face
went back to sleep, and was dreaming
again. He dreamt of being carried along
in Little Red Riding Hood’s basket …
whilst she went shopping for something
nice to take to Grandma’s house. Little
Red Riding Hood’s mother had kissed
her goodbye that morning, saying . . .
“Don’t dawdle along the way, and don’t
go picking up strangers. That shopping
mall is a most dangerous place!”
But Little Red Red Riding Hood never
paid any heed to the things her mother
said. With Mr. Smiley Face riding ever so
happily in her basket, they arrived at the
mall only to land in a Black Friday riot.
A myriad of Muppets were grabbing
the lot and running out. A big bad wolf,
in a blood stained Walmart T-shirt,
had been trampled underfoot, and was
being carried off. Little Miss Muffet was
in the melee, swinging a shopping cart
for all she was worth. So for safety, they
ducked into the food court. In the corner
was Little Jack Horner, busking. All
dressed up as a Rastafarian Santa Claus.
A shock of dreadlocks hanging down
to his toes, and singing reggae … badly.
At a nearby table were three little pigs
eating sushi. As Mr. Smiley Face was
carried past, they turned to him as one,
and with a gasp squealed, “Daddy!”.
Little Red Riding Hood, having had a
good look towards the little pigs’ table,
exclaimed, “The smile on their cute
little piggy faces is unmistakable!”.
With those words ringing in his ear,
Mr. Smiley Face awoke trembling in fear.
Yet, he could still hear that reggae beat,
loud and clear in his room? It seemed
to be coming from his i-Phone . . .
🎶 “I can see clearly 👀
now the rain has gone 🌧️
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds ☁️
that had me blind 🙈
It’s gonna be a bright bright
bright sunshiny day 🌞” 🎶
“How could I have forgotten? That’s my
good friend, Sargent Peepers’ ringtone.”
Mr. Smiley Face said to himself, as he
quickly grabbed his i-Phone off the shelf.
At the other end of the line was a very
excited Sargent Peepers 👀 shouting,
“We’ve finally got him! . . .”
Words and Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2019
“Common sense and a sense
of humor are the same thing,
moving at different speeds.
A sense of humor is just
common sense, dancing.”
~ Clive James
( * Profuse apologies to Max Ehrmann,
author of the Desiderata 😎 )
Salvador Dali painting
‘The Face of War’.
Picture Credit: Pictorial Press