Feeling like a lodger
In my own home
Thankful for my music
And my new found roam
Families and communities
They are just so hard to find
But in April 2009
I found the most precious kind
I found the name amusing
So the button i clicked on to see
The layout was very inviting
Like an open door should be
For in a matter of minutes
On first uploading a poem
This Highlander was content
He had found a welcome home
So many lovely writers
Poets who share their bless
No longer this Scotsman is
The Man in the Wilderness
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009
And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.
Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.
Enticing my stature
to become exponent’s side-kick.
So they can welcome me with open arms.
Coating my digits with inoperable tumors
double-knotted in hot pink laced bow
and baby-breath scent.
They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker
with crack residue on right cheek
and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”.
This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be.
Kinda like marriage,
but less detail-oriented.
But, I could never fit in.
For I am neither positive
about their (cult) ural ways.
Timing would always be off.
An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight…
They’d never understand,
how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment.
For they’ll just calculate,
my sum with rusty protractor.
This Zero, into a fraction...
© Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2010
B.C. has been the acronym applied
for all events before out dear Lord’s birth.
Who knew another god would change the tide
and wield a power of great global worth?
To what do I refer? Or have you guessed
the god to which we each now bow our head?
No matter our religion, all are blessed
with this thing vital as our daily bread.
It took away the jobs of common men
and gave new jobs to geeks. You now must know
this god of our new world, who loves all sin
as well as good, has nothing it won’t show!
I think “Before Computers” seems a way
to say A.D. became a new B.C.
Now things have changed so much that I would say
that my own past is ancient history!
Before Computers, life was not so fast,
and even in the 90’s I could keep
abreast of news and make my free time last.
High-tech today both makes me thrill and weep!
More time for family, a slowed down pace,
more time for God; I weep for things we’ve lost.
yet thrilled am I to see the human race
now bonding. But we do it at what cost?
Our children growing lazy, rude, and fat
and less connected, addicts to a phone!
To play outside. . . . Do you remember that?
B.C. meant doing more things on your own.
With jobs, our kids and all our lives at stake,
we now embrace our new computer age,.
Omitting our true God is the mistake
that might well do us in; we must be sage!
Recall the values getting left behind
as into this computer age we cruise.
Look back to decades past and you will find
B.C. had greatness that we must not lose.
For Deb's Contest (B.C. = Before Computers)
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
Tapped messages go out direct
With phones it's an easy connect
Thoughts from a finger
In cyberspace linger
But touching's too much to expect
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2013
For months I’ve partitioned – sectored my strife
Trying to determine – wrong from the right
Clinging to bits – healing the bytes
Moving and changing – formatting new life
My career crashed – with it my dreams
Memory erased – circuits burned clean
Connection to love – garbled and crossed
Power was fading – all color lost
A new system needed – more power and thrill
New creativity – speed and the skill
Designing new backup – restoring my line
Application of will – turn tables on time
Tap my known current – discarding old woes
Erase obsolete system – vanquish all foes
Move to the center – empower self trust
Stun all the comers – lightning fast thrust
No longer lie down – and wait for the call
Stand up and fight – pin them to the wall
Knowing I’m better – than any machine
Time to arise – from a protracted dream
And so I forgo – all advice of claimed best
Listen inside – put myself to the test
It’s hard but I’m winning – getting better by day
Pain is less troubling – I’ll continue this way
Copyright © JIm Culhane | Year Posted 2005
Copyright © Tyesha Ehigiator | Year Posted 2009
Who's in charge here?
Can't they hear us?
No ear, perhaps!
*Inspired by technical difficulties on the Soup and written for Dr. Ram's Than-Bauk contest.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
Reposted tribute to Mr. Tom Bell, as per Christy's call for all who had the pleasure of
knowing Tom to write a poem for him. :)
How is it that someone can touch
Your very soul,
Without ever having met
Face to face?
How is it that my heart lies shattered
Upon this desolate plane
Without ever having seen the cause
For its breaking?
How can I put into words
What I am feeling,
When my red heart that writes,
Is now cold and blue with regret?
You called upon me to share
A past, funny remembrance you penned –
(A bad day at the eye doctor's)
And I swear to you, I tried to find it!
But your long, Tom list of heart words daunted me…
And after a few pages. I gave up.
I told you this, and you tried again to show me
But this dumb blonde just could not find it…
I searched and searched until it was found.
It took me until you passed
To read the poem you wished to share,
And man, is it funny!
You had me laughing and crying
At the same time!
I left you a comment
That you will never read –
And my heart cries for being too late.
It is now, and forever will be
on my Favorites list.
I want you to know how much I love
(And will forever miss)
Your true Tom Tales…
Your words brought your kind soul to light;
Your voice wrapped itself around
My heart like vines,
Baring the most beautiful
I am honored to have met your soul,
And called you friend;
Thank you for listening to my trials and life story,
And for all of your wise advice.
You were the strongest man I have ever known -
You inspired me to shine.
So how is it that someone can touch a soul
Without ever having met
Face to face?
Ah, for here,
Within words –
Within poetry, we meet
Within hearts, where our souls
For a moment,
Upon a page of
Pain, love, dreams, hurts, strengths, hopes, fears, and
True Tom Tales –
Thank God for poetry,
And for those we share it with.
Suddenly, all my troubles
Don’t feel so important now.
See? You are teaching me even now,
How to LIVE!
Because you just never know, do you?
You reminded me all we have is today,
This now – and I love you for that.
Rest easy my friend,
Where there is only love
And poetry spoken by angels…
Tom, dear - I will miss you more than words can express, your were strong
beyond words...fare thee well friend, peace has found you at last. XOXO
Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2008
Words on the internet leave a permanent footprint… so watch your step!
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
© Eugene Harvey
Copyright © Eugene Harvey | Year Posted 2013
An Offline Hello
Whatever happened to hello?
Meeting and shaking hands
That moment of sharing yourself
That was a big part of life
There were no strangers
Just friends you haven’t met
Conversation used as an ice breaker
Learning more about the person as you spoke
That was an eternity ago
Before the invent of smart phones
Constant contact with the internet
Naked pictures and Facebook pages
Embarrassing videos from when you were a teen
Slander and gossip posted in a moment of anger
A million pages of someone with the same name
Not all of it true
But it must be since it is on the web
One time go back to the old days
Meet face to face not screen to screen
Forget that you have the ability to text
Sit down and just talk
Get to know each other
Take time to learn their history and mysteries
For once don’t look them up on-line
The real person is so much better
They just want a simple hello
Copyright © R. e. taylor | Year Posted 2012
Though I rest my weary head
The way is barred to slumber’s bed
Fare thee wells still left unsaid
Too long walked these roads to shed
Gate is tall and closed fast
My greatest fear I find surpassed
How could it be that this comes to pass?
I am defeated here at last
Night in sky whispers regret
Of endless travels I can’t forget
Abandoned by those still unmet
I sit and dwell on my plans, upset
“Let it go,” windy whispers spout
“Worry no more for this ‘round-a-bout”
“Tomorrow, victory!” I stand and shout
I turn, I sit and then I log out.
Copyright © A. Sanders | Year Posted 2008
seperated by the sea
Copyright © Abe Lopez | Year Posted 2009
Twisted mister missed a tone
known to show a coloring poem
Tongue tied & bright eYes wide
Founded now the Seven inside
...and they smiled.
Spin a song come come along
Petascale and Ping a pong U&I
ding a dong and king a kong.a
beta scale still a while aWay.eh?
SO so blue said the Watering shoe
True true true said the skylark too
and the b.in.B.ees are funny! Along
the Road came the Runners bunny
...hey honey! You left your BlueGenes
on. The greenBeans too. Dear.Q.
Sun.On.Constellation systems fun!
Come.On.Hon. let your senses vent
the lens it sends us on our way!
OPhi.ades! Know.Pleiades is just
too slow. Grow a big toe & use all
the digits.dig.it.??? T.flops but
ohOZ.One.Is SO much more fun!
... said the can.Did.Smile.On.
~Know. I'm just Me. No Sly on hear.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2009
Don't go messin'
With my buddy Jack
He's cool people,
And I like him,
He writes well,
Yeah, this from Tom Bell,
You take him on,
You take on me,
Let me tell you,
Cut the crap and show
Or you might get
A poetic broken a__
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008
to you,I send
and good friend-
be with you
in this handshake
brings honour to
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
Have you gone and lost your head again?
Been falling through the floor,
been trying to find my way to you,
can’t make it past the door.
These skeletons don’t seem to fall
and I’ve been beating, hammering fists to the wall.
Tried to find you, just to guide you
through this never ending hall
to remind you, keep in mind you have a purpose in it all
Copyright © Kelly Greer | Year Posted 2012
Welcome, Ms. Valmer!! Glad you are aboard- now you can comment on any
poem, right after reading it....and try your hand at your own, should you choose.
Lotsa great people here. PS- could not open greeting sent- comp. needs
something installed - some file, I'll have to find out how to do it. So glad you
joined! Luv, tom
Copyright © johnathon bart | Year Posted 2008
I'm very happy I found this site,
PoetrySoup.com is a lot of fun,
I spend so much time on the computer now
I have time for no other one...
It's a rush, a blast, a challenge...
I'll love it till I die...
Only one thing troubles me,
And that's the reason why..
I spend so much time hunched over,
typing in my silly poems,
Hoping that they'll soon be read
In many far off homes...
But I do appear to have a problem...
A physical one at that...
My neck is hurting so severely,
By hours looking down,
writing and reading..
In the spot I sat...
I gotta make a judgement call...
Is the fun worth more than the pain?
Compared to the fun I have, the pain begins to pall
Who would not prefer the sunshine to the rain??
Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2007
We are at the center of a power struggle. We are centered. We have been cornered.
We are powerless, wireless, penny-less.
We are having a technological breakdown, meltdown.
What? Technology? Love this thing.
We are over loaded, downloaded, app-loaded.
We are so freaking viral. We are part of a wild feed.
We are remote controled.
Keeping up with the Jones's is killing the true American dream.
This is the American nightmare.
We are breeding superficial children. Welcome to the age of superficiality.
We are frequently asked questions.
Copyright © ramon torres | Year Posted 2011
She sits there in front of her PC
Across the ocean and far from me
I know that it’s not really easy
Not the way we want it to be
But across the distance I feel her
Almost like I am with her there
I can really touch her soft brown hair
Her love is something that is beyond compare
My soul is longing for the final union
That sacred oneness, the spiritual communion
I would face the devil and his minions
Just to have our eternal family’s reunion
I know that our love will always be strong
Even through the distance we know we belong
She is the one, she is my hearts song
A love like ours could never be wrong
And now as I sit here in front of my PC
Far from her separated by sea
To the heaven above I cry out this plea
Dear God please give her back to me!
Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2006
I’m trapped with a screen full of many colors and diversity
For many years now we are fighting a new battle verses technology
A trust which spans a continent
And we're falling in love on the internet.
Reading inspiring words with which I can relate
Sending a message by email it will never be late
And to find the right way, you took out a huge map.
Now gps signals direct you in a snap.
So set aside your laptop and modem,
Our problems definitely the computer or technology can’t solve them
In the air there is a consciousness of a doomsday predictions
I look at the future and I have to say goodbye to the imagination
I break away ascending to new heights
You have to admit new technology gives us all such a delight
We are consumed by false knowledge of societies,
That is why we are so dependent on this new era of technology
Ahead of me lies a time of science and unyielding compliance.
Mankind is constantly finding new kinds of appliances
So the PCs, laptops and smart phones where under the dominion
Computers now became our new religion
For a successful technology, reality must take precedence over public relations, for Nature
cannot be fooled.
Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2010
without it im nothing
i need it to be something
it holds my friends and family
with it i live happily
i can do so many things with it
even though when im without it, it sits
it keeps me in touch
it just does so much
when i dont have it im naked
i treat it like its sacred
Copyright © steven villa | Year Posted 2009
Can't they understand that its just too much
You post or tweet but what you write you watch
Bullied by lawmakers into censoring one's post
Exactly the thing that we hate the most
Reason flew away when they made this law
Carelessly ignoring that it has a flaw
Reminding us of the days of Proclamation 1081
Ignorant lawmakers forget that those days are gone
Mindless of the freedom of speech that it would kill
Entirely forgetting that this is against Juan's will
Lawmakers who passes law but does not think
Adieu to you for your careers will stink
Wait for the next elections and watch your vote count sink
A new law against cybercrime was passed in the Philippines and it took effect last Oct.3.
This law includes a very vague section against libel and in effect it is going to curtail online freedom of speech or expression. Filipinos are against it and are clamoring for an amendment. If you are wondering about the name juan which was used in this poem then I'd like to inform those from different countries that Juan refers to the Filipino people.
Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2012
The world spins kaleidoscopic, a whorl of color in revolt.
Oceans quake malleable, molding into fissures of tectonic hunger,
ravaging the deep, stirring the primal need depressing
populations’ unseen to the denizens of land, disregarded in man’s wake.
From the diatom, to the whale, from the single cell to the open hand
from the sun, to the stars, to the mushroom bomb, we’ve light.
Within the orb of eye, retinal flares of light,
an inside-out, upside-down, yin and yang revolution
juxtaposing wealth with poverty, as throngs rise asking for hand
outs, aching with a human need to know, hungering.
Childhood has ended, the tell-tale snake does wake.
Death’s rattle will subside, as the head eats the tail of depression.
Communication will become the global antidepressant.
Natives in aboriginal huts and Inuit in igloos will see the light.
There will be no holding back the tide for hand in hand, each cell wakes.
No longer can knowledge be withheld. “Phone home,” a revolutionary
cry, the tit will not be ripped from the lips of hungering
humanity, the tyrant and the saint juxtaposed, their time at hand.
Instant communication, shall scrape the barnacles of blight handily.
The stroke of finger tip to key shall depress
and ignorance will flee, freeing the hungry
for the way out ,the way up, the key, light-heartedly
heads bowed in prayer, we shall revolt.
Let tyranny be eaten, and righteousness wake.
On the egg of earth, we float in celestial wakes.
Solar tides stir the shards of glass raising death’s hand.
Round and round the top spins each revolution
forced by the pumping thump of rods depressed
rods magnetized and charged with lightening
for we all hunger.
Each evolution a revolution, each thirst quenched brings new hunger.
Repression will never depress the desire to wake,
nor, will the fisted hand ever bring the light.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011