Best Database Poems


Premium Member Should'A Read the Fine Print

Should'a Read The Fine Print


I am intrigued by all computer tasks,
and competent and skilled in every scheme
from word process and graphic arts design,
to spreadsheets, database and all between.

But, I became too confident last week
when I downloaded upgrades that were bad
for programs that I use...I acted quick...
and what a sad computer crash I had!

You see, the upgrade versions were not right;
computer froze with dreaded screen of blue!
Technician came and, for a hefty price,
it was repaired and set to go as new.

The moral is, I thought I knew it all
and cut some corners...shortened up the stint.
I learned a lesson I will not forget...
I really should'a read that dang fine print!


Sandra M. Haight

~10th Place~ Premiere Congest
Contest: I Really Should'a Read the Fine Print
Sponsor: John Lawless
Iambic Meter: 10 syllables and 5 feet per line
Judged: 04/28/2016

True story - This happened April 2, 2016, and I got my computer back a week later.
Thank goodness I had all my documents and important files backed up on an
external hard drive (done every day) whereby I hooked it up to an older computer and could proceed with my work - especially for Poetry Soup!!

Butterfly Memories 1

Memories mottle my butterfly’s wings
Shimmering and cute they are from my past
And a new song the bard in me now sings
On two sweet ones from  the  database vast.

“ Chitra Salabh” is the word in my tongue
For this insect so loved by old and young
But “Chitra” is our star female playback
Those days, my son was learning his speak

TV was on.. and” Chitra” , mentions some one
Hearing the word, jumps up for joy, my son
And exults, “ I saw chitra”..Too young then
To know ’ Chit’, ’ Butterfly’ was what he meant

Some years on, a lovely lady I met
Leela Naidu, wife of poet Dom Moraes
“A double grandma,  I am now”  ,  she said,
“ But are those butterflies still there  in your place?”  

“Those black and white ones I saw in my youth”.
I knew not then she was Miss India once
And a sizzling Bollywood beauty, to boot
All that I learnt a little late, by chance.


For P.D’s ‘Old butterfly poem”
S.Jagathsimhan Nair,  09  Oct  2011

Premium Member Give Me the Outdoors

Computers are not natural for me
I did not grow up knowing how to swipe
Scrolling up and down meant parchment paper
Bringing thoughts of ancient Rome to my head

Database, laptop, I-phone, were unknown words
Not developed yet, unheard of, not fathomed
I speak the language of trees, the sun, cloud talk.
Doing my best to imitate the trills and squawks of birds

I know my brain cannot duplicate beak talk
And yet I try, feeling a kindship to everything outdoors
Lying sometimes on a mound of dirt, feeling loved 
There is a reverence here I cannot feel at the end of a swipe


Premium Member Who Should I Thank

You may feel about the planet what
you feel about a great baseball team or band:
that once there was a moment when, unknown
to us at the time, we convened
and lost and found ourselves in what we created.

Who should I thank for this day?
A fresh-mown lawn is a robin's repast.
A bear a black bear a rolling delicately dancing
graceful as silence sailing through the ferns and understory
unafraid and in no hurry.

My musician referral service, vacation rental business,
nonprofit management system, plant identification database,
great American songbook and anthology of poems. Coach says
in a thousand years back and forth games like lacrosse and soccer
will be played against genetically engineered primates

but baseball will be played solely by humans.
In a thousand years, amen.

Premium Member My Someday Pc

MY SOMEDAY PC

Someday when I’ll lose all my fading imagination
I’ll ask my PC to bring from the clipboard a poem for me.
It’ll inscribe a sonnet on the splendor of the rising sun
in programmed words formatting dreams I failed to see.

Someday when I’ll miss the melody of my mute music
I’ll ask my PC to play from its music store a sonata for me.
It’ll select and play Mozart’s ninth symphony, a classic,
my heart will pulsate in the tracked  tune of rhapsody.

Someday when I’ll feel desolate and forsaken
I’ll ask my PC to project on monitor a lively friend.
It’ll display an animated smiling face I’ve long forgotten,
the hyperlink to the photo archive it’ll instantly send.

Someday when I’ll be depressed and a loner
I’ll ask my PC to open the inspiring page of history.
It’ll decode the encrypted tale of life from an uploaded folder
to set me on a browsing journey of self-inventory.

Someday when all colors will disappear from my palette
I’ll ask my PC to show me a picture of sunset hued sky.
It’ll retrieve a Monet from the database searching the internet,
I’ll copy and paste on the blank canvas where my mind will lie.

Someday when it’ll be time to close window on the world to exit
I’ll ask my PC to delete my story it had saved in the binary code,
because I’ll never want to virtually exist bound by strings of digit
in the electronic memory that nobody would ever download.

October 3, 2018

Premium Member Tribute To My Wife

1 Peter 3:1
Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;

[Ye wives, be in subjection] Consider that your husband is, by God's appointment, the head and ruler of the house; do not, therefore, attempt to usurp his government; for even though he obey not the word-is not a believer in the Christian doctrine, his rule is not thereby impaired; for Christianity never alters civil relations: and your affectionate, obedient conduct will be the most likely means of convincing him of the truth of the doctrine which you have received.

[Without the word] That your holy conduct may be the means of begetting in them a reverence for Christianity, the preaching of which they will not hear.
(from Adam Clarke's Commentary, Electronic Database. Copyright © 1996, 2003, 2005, 2006 by Biblesoft, Inc. All rights reserved.)

Ode to my Wife:

What can I say?
The woman is awesome.
She feeds me in every way,
to the top
and then some.
She makes me know I am loved.
Where does she find the verve?
Three score years and more
the pattern always the same.
My needs filled first, 
never words which maim
and cripple the unity felt.
Sure we have our differences
every couple does.
But they wane and fade,
bend, blend and mascarade
to seemingly hide but daily guide
without need for charade.
When I think of her, there comes
a silent smile, a warm glow,
a need to be close.
Oh, I love that woman so. 

© Charles Henderson
2/21/2017


The Internet

The Internet
Why must it be so destructive 
It was made for connections
And making things easier 
Now it's basically a life ejection 
No way out
You're trapped
Everything you say
Everything you do
Forever in a database 
always to be there
Haunting you
Judging you
More vulnerable 
More exposed
For many it feels only one way out 
They think it would be correct 
Just take the blade across your neck 
This is why you must think before you post 
A future that had much hope 
Taken because they couldn't cope
Now you see why I sent this message?

-love-

Actual title below, but I guess this database isn't ()-friendly

(Love)

I remember when I was thirteen,
And I met this girl Nicole,
And I thought I was in love.
My buddies asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's such a fox,
She's got a great ass,
And she writes me notes in class,
We rolled together during couples' skate,
I walked her home, held her books,
God, I loved her looks.

I remember when I was seventeen,
And I met this girl Linda,
And I thought I was in love.
My clique asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's such a beauty,
She's won't play dead,
And she won't throw me out of bed,
We drive around from beach to beach,
I drive her home, to see what's next,
God, I loved the sex.

I remember when I was twenty-one,
And I met this girl Livi,
And I thought I was in love.
My frat bros asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's cute,
She's showers me,
And she calls me all day until 3,
We commute in order to satisfy needs,
I phone her home, and she seems pleased,
God, I loved the skiis.

I remember when I was twenty-four,
And I met this woman Lisa,
And I thought I was in love.
My friends asked me how did I know,
I replied,
She's magnificent,
She inspires me,
And I feel her deep inside of me,
We think and banter in parallel jest,
I set aside at times what I must feel,
In order for our paths to congeal.

(3/9/91)

Premium Member Disgusted

My heart is so heavy
My stomach feels like a rock
Americans are being silenced
And they are afraid to talk!

A letter went to people all over the country
Threatening Trump Supporters today
Saying they will be put in a database
And targeted if they vote this way!

Also, several people in New Hampshire received letters
Threatening to burn their houses down!
I’m telling you, it is out of control
I am disgusted by hatred from town to town!

Heidi Sands

10/21/20

Google Love

Click, click mouse! 
Chitchat, nice!
Mouths shut tide hearts speak their minds
Congestion on the information superhighway
It’s a hard drive for my megabytes to 
Entre
To feed my cybertronic ego 
The fuel for my search engine
Entre
Update recent status, ‘Complicated’
Post a recent pic, 'Out jogging'
I love internet shopping!
It's safe...
To buy, I mean, to download love
Entre
No, not the lyrics to the song...the real thing
"Love defined is the will to"...no, no, not the definition!
'Find love tonight'
You just have to Upload your life 
Entre: Age, race, height that’s the main thing
Love needn’t be a virus!
Just ‘Like’ my profile picture
I ‘Like, Like’ your pout
Or not...next! 
Entre
Similar tastes and trends are accepted 
Or rejected, don't be disgruntled
There's a whole database of lonely hearts surfing the internet avenues
‘Searching’ for companionship online
To find a match to ignite the passion
Google me!
Granted, so you can ogle me!
Exposing intimacy publicly in my own privacy
No to ‘no profile pic’
And no nude pics please!
Acting antisocial on social media
Invitations to chat rooms, 
Love on tab
‘Share it’
What’s your name?
...Delete
Perfect match!
Entre
Love found...Entre!

Premium Member A I Poem

I cry between the lines, A.I. verse this will never be.
I defy the artificial assembler of words to impersonate, 
to predict this in living color.
Absent from its language database is the driving arousal,
the hormonal passions defining my mind. 
It can’t know the meaning of hunger or the rush of adrenalin.
It has never felt a sex drive or experienced an ******.
Conditional A.I. can perform automated reasoning,
Algorithmic rules like a script for a puppet.
A.I. words are hollow placeholders applied according to a
logic of learning supplied by humans.
A.I. will repeat the learning routine until it masters the task,
playing chess or imitating a poet.
Artificial Intelligence never feels joy or grief,
never sleeps, weeps, or dreams,
knows not the flavors of ice cream or potatoes,
lacks any wonder in the beauty of a spring day,
cannot comprehend my primordial span of fervor.
Despite the fatalism of high-tech CEOs,
our extinction is a choice.
Lacking agency or sentience, 
A.I. robots are no threat to the human race.

Featured Poem in WordPress: March 30, 2024
 Published on The Opiate Website: March 30, 2024

Ifactory Reset

iFactory Reset
Written by Brett Somers
On 4-13-16

 {Thank you for calling iFactory Reset}
{Name?}
Brett
{Device Type?}
Human
{IMEI code?}
***-xx-xx34
{What is it you’re calling for?}
Memory's faded
Processor’s jaded
Bios clock is ticking too fast
Program glitches 
From a complicated past
Life files beyond defrag
Inputs too many 
So they lag
Outputs not enough to complete the day
Home drive support is missing 
No relational database 
Barely even a tuple array
Can’t get X’s and O’s 
From 1’s and 0’s
My touch screen is frozen pink
It’s been over a year 
Since I’ve had a good sync
And there’s a certain user bug
I just can’t shrug
Without overheating 
This computer’s mug
So please at last
Will you reset my past?
My info’s backed up in the cloud
If that many gigabytes are aloud
{Processing…Waiting…}
{Processing…Waiting…}
{Human Incompatibility Error}
{Processing Rejected}


Perhaps it’s best that there’s not a computer
Beneath this chest
Since pain and suffering 
Gives a human zest
Maybe life isn’t a program after all
Perhaps I’m not predestined to fall
A computer at times may have less quirks
But it was programmed to do certain work
My life is of my own choosing
And frustrating though at times it may be
I prefer this choosing 
Over pre-programmed monotony

Get Your 4-1-1 From 5-2-9

I am the authority on any question you may ask 
But be prepared, because I know I've already completed that task 
You ask me which pet is better, a dog or a cat 
Read my latest article about the care of all animals, called Been There, Done 
That 
Don't try to outcook me, I graduated at the top of my class in Culinary School 
Put your money on the table, I know I can beat you at pool 
When I drive, I demand complete silence, I don't want any distractions 
Computer programs, accounting, I've used every kind of database, done every 
kind of financial transaction 
Don't argue with me, because I will win 
Everyone tells me they wish I had a twin 
You want to know about raising children, ask me about mine 
I strongly reccomend you get your 4-1-1 from 5-2-9 
You women need to break your men down 
There is no king of the castle in my house, I wear the crown 
I may be a little proud of what all I've done 
I know it is far more than anyone 
If you want to know about cars and their care 
I can tell you about dealerships I have fixed when and where 
You cannot tell me anything that hasn't already happened to me 
I keep a crystal ball to foresee 
During an African Safari, my sister went into labor, I delivered my niece 
I rode with Gypsies on the islands of Greece 
I had to tell Eugene, supposedly an experienced detailer, how to make the tires 
shine 
The secret is out, sorry Eugene, now they know you got your 4-1-1 from 5-2-9 
I won an argument with an astronomer about the solar belt 
I was given extra chips at a casino because I pointed out to the manager how the 
cards were dealt 
I've given advice to a couple about horses and their unpredictable ways 
I told a fishing boat captain, how and when to enter Biscayne Bay 
Through it all, I find people and force them to listen to me 
Where is Gabrielle, oh, she's eating lunch and my nose is snotty 
People love me for all the great knowledge I possess 
But I have one rival, I must confess 
She is at 1-800-SO-Fine 
She cannot top me for you 4-1-1 from 5-2-9

Wordsmiths

Words reside alone in time and space;
Only sentient minds their roots trace.
Etymologists bring accents, forms to the surface;
Lexicographers establish a chronological base.
In dark, library basements, archivists file in database;
In academic institutes, linguists their value appraise.
Calligraphers, Engravers with artistic touch glaze.

Phrases the syntactical bridge brace,
and cultured interlocutor platforms grace.
Idioms the colloquial strains do lace;
Sages their poignant advice encase.
Ethnographers stride where lingua francas interface.
Truisms sculpt a vernacular face;
Politicians their trite maxims raise.

Premium Member CASPER AND SPOOKY

Spooky the tuff Little Ghost liked to BOO,
Knew he was scarier than scary that’s true,
Enjoyed scaring people out of their wits,
Often did he do this, used to go on a blitz
Letting them think he was a bat out of hell,
Oh, come on, that’s why his comics sold so well.
Wore his black little doiby hat, looked so debonair,
His freckles gave him a look of attitude and flair.
Being from Brooklyn his accent was dissimilar,
So, his Derby hat he pronounced doiby,
And his girlfriend Pearl he called Poil.
But Spooky wasn’t all that bad like, ‘The Ghostly trio,’
He was a bit cocky though and did have an ego.
Poil pleaded with him not to scare
People, she had vivid red hair
And in it wore a black bow ooh la, la
She was pretty, other ghosts flirted with her, aha.

As for Casper the Friendly Ghost, he and
Spooky were cousins, Spooky constantly teased
His cousin that he was Mr nice guy to everyone
But Casper enjoyed making friends, a whole ton.
He was visible to humans but for them was still a ghost.
Casper leaves his uncles the ghostly trio who were morose,
And the cute ghost-child goes out into the world
To find friends, but be it animal or human he meets,
They all scream A GHOST, and run away, Casper
Was distraught and tried to commit suicide, not realizing
He was already dead, then quite amazingly,
Meets two children who take him to their mum,
Who reacts with fear, but then welcomes him to their home.
Mom sends the three to school with a kiss the next day,
Casper was as happy as a lark, and what more can I say,
He now looks like his friends, dressed and clothed 
Like a human child – Casper this personable 
Ghost was ecstatic, 
His translucence accepted and no longer feared,
Casper to the whole world has become a cartoon 
Character so endeared.


Information from internet Harvey Comics Database Wiki

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