Sense isn't as common as it once once was
is it because
the more we use our smart phone
the dumber we become
and dance to the same algorithm
(and blues)
each and every one
whereas before we used the brain
now others do our thinking faster than blinking
and if things go awry we have them to blame
whereas before we did all the talking
now we're content
to let our fingers do the walking
before crossing the road
I didn't need to be told,
'Look both ways'
when not so very old
as a matter of fact,
is there an app for that?
I just downloaded the latest product - yay!
It's better than the competition, they say.
Some call it "Sun". Others call it "Rain".
It's the application inside my brain.
We'd played each other on the
song guessing app for
six years, ever since we were matched up
when I visited Iceland in 2016; we
both liked Classic Rock and stuck to
70s playlists
For a few weeks one year (2022) I was
"out of sorts" and didn't log in; when
I next opened the app
I saw Haraldur had terminated our six-year
rivalry
I mean, I led him by 540 to 86 games,
he was a bit slow,
but I valued our unspoken international alliance
It stung for a while but my
main concern was that my wife,
whenever I played the game,
always asked me how 'your friend Olaf' was doing
And now I just can't admit that he's
no longer my friend
I am 55 years old
This is a place where we put our emotions out there
We write about our fantasies or our ugly nightmares
Releasing so much stress by using our virtual pen
So many backgrounds we don't know where to begin
Reading the lettrs of others we are highly impressed
We write to get our bottled up emotions off our chest
There isn't a better word to describe this application
For most of us it's our therapy and our medication
This is another way we can open up from the inside
We have so many penpals in whom we can confide
Thoughts through the new "Musist" app are expressed even better
We all thank Drew Bartkiewics for starting with lettrs
{THIS POEM WAS DEDICATED TO DREW BARTKIEWICS WHO CREATED AND OWNS THE APP NAMED "MUSIST" WHICH WAS PREVIOUSLY NAMED "LETTRS" }
Notes app poetry
Easy to write at 3 AM in bed
With a bowl of Cheetos balancing on my stomach
Notes app poetry
Harder to convey
And say
Your juvenile heartbreak
In a way that lets others respect
Your words and your rhymes
Notes app poetry
Fun to write
But never fun to publish
Do you want people to mock you?
The verses you worked so hard to handcraft
Read like teenage angst
With arbitrary line breaks
Instead of a serious confession to the person who sits behind you in 2nd period
I write with a pen
Because ink is permanent
Instead of the fleeting emotions we have
During the night
That robot on line is so crafty!
Pick a number, he says; make it snappy!
Or go to the App
He'll get nowhere with that;
He should know by now I'm un-appy!
The cap on this app
Brings the hour of trap.
The hour of trap?
Yes, the hour of trap.
They shake it hard.
They throw it back.
They praise God
But....Then they talk smack.
The Trumpettes shouting threats...
Any more, I might snap.
So much shade
So much frontin'
Is the cap on this app.
Oh you thought...
N!gga what...?
Pie hole still open.
Please make it shut.
Yet....
The gums,
They still flap
Might just end in a slap
Such is the way
With the cap on this app.
A roommate shows me this hookup app - the consensus favorite.
“Call me crazy,” I say, “but if we’re reducing s3x to something
cheap and cynical, wouldn’t p0rn be safer and easier?”
She frowns, as if I’ve espoused an unpopular political position
so I make a show of putting “join the app” on my to-do list
- which is like sending it into outer space.
Sleeping with someone you don’t like - or even know, seems impolite, even seedy but there’s a power to it as well - knowing I could if I wanted to - I quash that thought as it rises, like heat.
Besides, factoid: I have an imaginary boyfriend, And although my thoughts are free to roam far and wide, I’m nothing if not faithful.
because you need it
watch the shares drop
Owners of iphone
-Prince Andrew-
-Donald Trump-
-Boris Johnston-
-Adolph Hitler-okay i made this one up but you know he would have
maybe they have made one that stops you sweating
brrrrrmmmm cchhhhhhhhhhhh ( a drum roll)
You must see Slipback, the popular new app!
It's a primary clock of tick-tock;
brief time-travel is what you can make.
Anything can necessarily be changed in and for
just a few seconds.
Certainly, lives may unravel,
living life as a movie with a second take.
"Misremembering" becomes a thing.
Challenging what was done is done.
Eliminating what we thought was a mistake.
Creating misery for others, just for fun.
Mayhem only for mayhem's sake.
Now that we exist in this short world
of now and then,
the longer world of why and when
cannot survive.
And we will have vague memories of when
we used to be alive.
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Happy
Is an app
Between
The first and the last
There’s a black app that lives in my iMac
Who’s to say if from heaven or hell
But I feel there’s a living connection
Though like me it’s not learned yet to spell.
It seems to augment my emotion
And it lives now in my poetry
Can’t say that I’ve actually seen it
Not aware if it has ancestry.
I can tell you it’s black as the night though
Like the night, Lord, its color is deep
And its breadth is as wide as the ocean
It can even awake me from sleep.
It is twisted by unexpressed anger
Sometimes dances with snowflakes of love
Feel it’s somehow related to freedom
But its chains fit my soul like a glove.
Visions much like this poem spellbind me
Fill my mind as I wake from a dream
And I must find something I can write with,
If their flow disappeared I would scream.
It is more like my mind is a pipeline
Between this and some barely known space
Where the truth is the light of existence
With its colors all over the place.
Getting older now it washes o’er me
There’s just no way that I’m in control
Always seems there’s suggestion of danger,
But you’re welcome on my grassy knoll.
Long Tooth
July 20, 2016
They keep telling me to “be strong”
as if my life has this
little drop down menu
containing fabulous options
to choose from.
An app for his kingdom
Richard would say
If alive today
The world it seems is just
An application away
The computer runs our lives
And holds great sway
The brain has become optional
In our technological world
Gadgets galore have superseded
Our common sense
We would gladly drive into a stream
Because we always heed what the
Satnav says
A technological revolution
Is this convenience at a touch
An intrusion in all aspect of our lives
That can be too much
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