Best Computers Poems
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!
Do you remember before computers
We actually spoke with each other
We cared whenever our kids got sick
And knew the address of our mother
Today we sit at our laptops all day
Surrounded by dirty old dishes
Wearing clothes from two weeks ago
Smelling like a kettle of fishes
What is this crazy old world coming to
Lost sight of the things that matter
Like how many kids we had at last count
Or that we're thirty pound fatter!
We sit like a proverbial bump on a log
Our words incoherent and slurred
All kinds of animals are running about
Your pet cat just ate your pet bird
Maybe one day in a decade of two
They'll discover what once was a human
Propped in front of an ancient computer
In his ears petunias will be bloomin'
it takes time but we are aware as thinking creatures
that eventually work their way through the benefits
of a scientific probability this and statistical that age
ads and news casts saying buy computer inventions
digital obstruction of natures analogue scale of truth
stan sand
Have no fear,
the human mind
is a universe --
when perfectly
timed and
spiritually tuned...
the poet knows...
the artist knows...
credits never
ours alone....
Cantankerous and
Ornery
Machines,
Preying on
Unsuspecting people;
They
Eat data and
Ruin the
Sight!
What do computers daydream about?
Do they wish they talk back or shout?
Without a disc drive,
It would not survive,
I’m sure it does hate to be cleaned out!
Wonder what floats above in the cloud,
a long nap, is it even allowed?
“shut off my darn screen!
You’re only thirteen!
Stupid YouTube is up way too loud!!!”
I’m sure it gets sick of that Minecraft,
it would much rather float on a raft,
videos and games,
life’s just not the same,
“now kids pick me over doing crafts!”
Sincere photos and cards are printed,
a cute little game played by a kid,
“sometimes it’s worth it,
they quietly sit…
but I wanna close just one eyelid!”
Remember Commodore Sixty-Four?
“The good old days! I wish I had more!
Way before email,
was slow as a snail,
what’s all this technology good for???”
“Please press the button for pause or mute,
even though you think my mouse is cute,
I’m so tired tonight,
Laura, p l e a s e don't write...
too exhausted to even compute!”
*Written to my poor, worn out and exhausted 4 year old laptop who just told me last night he is almost too pooped to participate*
Date Written: August 20, 2016
I
was
about
half way
through down-
loading an update
for iTunes, when I was
interrupted by a pop-up
window asking me if I wanted to
download an even newer version of iTunes …
By Mark D. Stucky
Computer AI,
what once was only sci-fi,
is now arising.
You might kill us all,
AI, but write good essays
for my college class?
Wish intelligence
was less artificial and
more real in our world.
No machine needed
for creating recklessness.
Already have lots.
Not nearly enough
authentic intelligence
is found within us.
Let’s search for wisdom
for our souls that’s actual,
not unnatural!
(See also my AI poems "AI Awakening" and “Algorithm Almighty?”)
(Image from anonymous artist on pixabay.com/illustrations/man-face-surreal-imagination-845847/.)
Computer
Mouse CPU
Beeping Correcting Typing Learning
Technology Hardware Software Input
Computer
Computers can absolutely drive us to drink
It's programmed into their memory
Just when we think things are all hunky dory
It lets us down unceremoniously
To frustrate us more we even lose some data
Though we often hit “command/save”
But wouldn't you know it this was the exception
To these monsters we're truly enslaved
The damn things treats us like a piece of crap
I'm sure there are gremlins inside
Trying to turn us into some raving maniacs
Delight when they see us cry
Can't live with them, can't live without them
They've got us by those short curlicues
It's almost like they enjoy watching us struggle
But give in we absolutely refuse
They can drive us to drink, a bloody caesar
Every single night before bed
Oh for the days before technology reigned
When people ruled the world instead
© Jack Ellison 2015
We have reached the hi tech age
surrounded by computers everywhere
but are they really so fully perfecto
without them some think you're all square
They have their dangers to beware
be alert always for hackers don't care
no depth is beyond their nastiness
that innocent call makes you break
That voice seems so genuine
drawing you in to their fold
starting to believe all they say
but don't listen to what you're told
First priority is get secured
make sure you're PC safely sound
warning you of any slight attack
be a step ahead fully crowned
Criminals abound in cyber space
so are PCs really worth it all?
O for the days of computerless
simple days and post on the crawl!
Computers are around us everyday
Some help us, whilst others let us play
No matter our ages
They can put us in rages
As they carry on with their display
They have been here for many a year
Sumerian abacus, engineered
Even a textile loom
Made this business boom
Which brought us to the modern ones near
They come in all shapes and forms
In our lives, on our wrists their adorned
Even the time they can tell
From their chip like cell
When they work, it's great, they perform
So without them we'd be awfully lost
Although our tempers can become crossed
To them I'll never condemn
Terrific silicon gems
One day us humans will be bossed
What us the matter with the young people of today? Could it be computers?
Stop and think, everything involving young people today has to involve MICRO CHIPS!
things were far different when I was coming along. A street light meant get your ads home right now. We had friends we saw face to face and played every day. Made a sling shot out of tied and stretched rubber bands. Played half rubber, or what the northern states call stick ball, checkers, or maybe chess, monopoly, Risk. Take baseball card and clothes pin and do the back of a bicycle, man you thought you was evel kneivel......these days if if ain't a cell phone or microchips or texting some other kid half way around the world kids don't dig it....I worry....what will the next generation of townspeople have for " their thing" God only knows, and I don't want to."
Technological Breakdown.
.
Has Hi-tech technology
Now gone too far
That we seem lost without
In this hedonistic instant gratification
Obsessed days
.
Or were we better without it yesterday
When life was simpler and less complicated
In so many different ways
.
Of course it has made life easier
And communication better still
But I think it's gone too far
We are moving too fast
In a speeding burning car
Without a brake
.
For the good souls it’s a useful tool
But for the evil one’s
A Devils playground
With souls to take
Leaving devastation
Within it’s corruptive wake
.
Where is the joy today?
For the evil and greedy have taken it away
With ads that invade your home
All the time on social media
And now on your phone
.
The latest must-haves
Up for grabs
Telling you it’s the most current desirable thing
They just don’t want to take your money
But sell your soul and even take your skin
.
I used to love to watch old movies
That I enjoyed as a kid on TV
but now they have taken them away
And now charge you a fee
.
Too much choice too much hype
The net gets darker
With so much trolling and so much vice
But serious sin comes with a price
.
Ads that bring pain and sorrow
Invest in a will or funeral plan now
Never mind tomorrow
Brainwashing by marketeers
And greedy investors
Who hound you into submission
Vultures who pick at your bones and pester
.
Endless logins and security
Take the joy
Out of everything for me
.
Bulling extortion and scamming
Viruses and jamming
The dark web
And evil sceaming and planning
.
The high cost of technology
Doesn’t just come
From the latest labeled must-have phone
But the one’s we use every day
That intrude our lives
And our home
.
G5 and too many microwaves
May take us to our early graves
Technology has gone way too far
And soon will have its day.
.
‘’We are just too reliant’’.
,
Peter Dome©2020.