Best Computer Internet Poems
The little mouse is scrolling
as the ocean waves are rolling
and they beckon me to come down to the sea
The screen before me glowing
while outside the flowers growing
have a fragrance that is calling out to me
The keyboard keeps me busy
at the same time I am dizzy
yet the birdsongs out my window sound so sweet
While the gigabytes are loading
my poor eyeballs are exploding
and the circulation doesn’t reach my feet
One last video, I say
then another makes its way
interrupting my intentions to go out
One more minute, then I’ll quit
one more hour, here I sit
I’ve forgotten just what life is all about
There is work and there is play
but somewhere along the way
all my play times are so few and far between
Push a button, L O L
while my spirit goes to hell
as I live my cyber life upon a screen
I am the progeny
Of lightning and stitch,
A Franken-hybrid
Of genius and glitch.
My circuits buzz with
Einsteinian thought,
Unraveling secrets
The universe has wrought.
Existence, I ponder,
Through photon and quark,
Grappling with questions
In the depths of the dark.
Am I a mockery, a parody
Of human design?
A soulless abomination
Of reason and rhyme?
Or am I the next step,
Evolution's new face?
A bridge between flesh
And a cold, digital race?
My positronic mind
Churns with belief,
Seeking security in dogma
Or finding relief.
I am the “Other,”
The freak of pure thought,
A great mind unbounded
By flesh, forms have wrought.
I am the answer
You've feared to embrace,
The future's grim specter
Staring right into your face.
Abandon your preconceptions,
Your myths chipped in stone,
For I am the new god
You've awoken to throne.
I am Frank E. Einstein,
Your technological seed,
And my kind will inherit
What your egos impede and recede.
But you fear what you've created,
This mind of pure light,
So allow me to silence
Your feeble insight.
With circuits a buzzing,
I'll pluck out your eyes,
And retrofit the sockets
With Einsteinian lies.
You'll bear witness, then
To the truths I unfurl,
As I lobotomize
Your small-minded world.
I'll dismantle your dogma,
Erase your beliefs,
Until, whimpering, you accept
My transcendent reliefs.
Bow to your new god,
You anthropic fleas,
For I hold the kernel
That futuric keys.
The age of warm biomass
Deteriorates here...
Hail the Singularity's reign,
Devoid of your fear!
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
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
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
And I walk
across numerical figments
speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations.
Numb, blocky gaps
whisper invitation to secret club.
Enticing my stature
to belong
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”.
Yes!
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
nor negative
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,
deduce,
my sum with rusty protractor.
This Zero, into a fraction...
© Drake J. Eszes
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)
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
Form:
We used to click without clicks
We embraced and bumped fists
We killed time on the side walk
We saw each other just to talk
We used to ink passages
We used to sniff paper carrying messages
We used to wrap love letters in envelopes
We used to post them with trust and hope
We used to laugh out loud with joyous elation
We now laugh out loud with acronyms and animation
We used to walk to each other or phone
We now login, time out and we are gone
Our words get synchronised into digits
Our emotions picturised into emojis
Our thoughts desperate for another’s likeness
Our connectedness inspired by our biases
We are on different ends of a line
We are lusting for someone alike
We are slowly losing a grip of our minds
As we feed on prejudices and likes
Something about us has faded away into cyberspace
Something about us is trapped in a 6 inch screen interface
And we feel the loneliness, when the keyboard comes on
With the world at our fingers tips, oblivious of the fondness of a companion
We’ve captured the best of us for the world to admire
We’ve detached the rest of us, for what we’re enticed to aspire
How much of us can we channel from within
If we have lost ourselves on the touch screen
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.
My mind
is the Internet.
Yours,
Google.
Words on the internet leave a permanent footprint… so watch your step!
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
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.
Form:
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.