Best Downloads Poems
Self-discovery, a path beauteous
The table’s laid, everything’s ready made
When aligned with voice of conscience righteous
Bliss fills us as a consciousness upgrade
Ensconced in rapture thus, by day and night
Our attention is soon internalised
Wisdom downloads follow, clear is our sight
In timeless time, God within’s realised
Love, wisdom and power to co-create
The threefold flame of Christ within us glows
Soul presence celebrates at heaven’s gate
There’s no doubt, for we’re in the boat God rows
Oh hermit, know that we’re he, who we seek
God in-dwells within ~ let’s take a sneak peek
03-June-2022
HACKED
In deepest, darkest Web net space,
with spirits that they Tor;
building rootkits to hide in place,
like wolves behind the door.
Downloads are baked with cyber psy's,
and mere matrix cooking;
serving up the Rasberry Pi's,
not a soul was looking.
Bugged our way with lightening speed,
with every User glitched;
then coded what they said they need,
while every human bitched.
Flawed machines reflect our error,
imperfect just like us;
poor design can levy terror,
and throw us under bus.
A tantalizing lock to lube,
and Chips fall where they may;
unlock the cyber Rubix Cube,
and hacks are not for play.
A new despair is in the air,
hacking in dissension;
the o's and ones rest in their lair,
hatching more dimension.
Then where is Waldo in disguise,
for Users unaware;
and losers all, they will despise,
to not protect or care.
One foot on earth and cyber space,
kinda lost our bearings;
know the truth, in either place, and
backspace all red herrings.
-Edlynn Nau
© September 21, 2017
(Four verses with eight lines each; Syllable pattern: alternating 8 and 6 syllables per line. Rhyme pattern: ABAB CDCD)
I was staggered with an item
On the news last night
About illegal downloads
And breach of copyright
One proposal is to block offender’s broadband
Which I thought was alright
But apparently this in itself is illegal
As broadband is now a human right
What has become of this country?
What brought us to our plight?
What about the Tolpuddle martyrs?
What of the suffragettes fight?
What of battle for equality
These are true issues of human right
If King Arthur returned to us
He would turn and take flight
The present age.
A lonely technological haze,
Social sites and megabytes with few real friends within our sights.
Words once wrote on paper with precision and heart
behind each movement of the hand;
now digitized for one to copy & paste at ones demand.
The smell and feel of a physical book to read,
Slowly losing its place, to the countless downloads from cyberspace.
Once a book enjoyed by yellow candle light burning dim to relax ones mind,
Now a tablet user kept awake by man made light;
harming their own eye sight.
Private lives no longer remain,
Every comment, every photo, every affair;
All incriminating information is there.
The present will continue to evolve over the past and moving forward is right.
I do however, look forward to keeping some of my favorite past times alight.
In the losing future fight...
I’d rather read something for minutes eight
Than wait eight minutes for this site to load
For this slow net service I cannot wai
t I’d rather nap or simply stay at home
What makes this service too slow I wonder
Too many users online at this time?
Too many files on this old computer?
Way too many downloads? From many sites?
‘Tis time to stop wasting hours on the Net
‘Tis time to memorize from the Qur’an
Time to study for school, to be the best,
Seek knowledge offline as much as I can.
Farewell, Internet, I’ll come back later
When the net connection’s a lot faster :)
After the sunrise
(At first the morning was clear)
The clouds drifted in
The last lilacs on the fence
Drop their petals to the ground
The signal changes;
Litter dances down the street
With a passing truck
Fanning herself as she walks
Between stores and restaurants
The orange tree blossoms;
Where there was an orange orchard
Now, rows of houses
Though they have lowered the price
There still aren't any takers
At the used bookstore
Stacks and stacks of remainders
Overlooked, unread
He downloads crucial data
For his graduate thesis
As the full moon shines
Gliding past the left shoulder,
Past the window frame
To her surprise she liked him
And hopes to see him again
Above bare branches
The third storey apartment
Glows with warmth and light
The sound of many voices
Sharing stories, sharing songs
4/1/17
Flowers blooming
Spaced out or in a tight-knit grouping
All around things looming
In space objects still or moving and zooming
Birds pluming
And other animals grooming
Downloads queueing
Electronics in need of a rebooting
Or powering off, to enable cooling
Below, on and above the roofing
Toxins spewing
And other particulates polluting
Some of which are made for fueling
All weeds were removed by uprooting
Trees and bushes getting a pruning
Especially any areas that are drooping
There's just no excusing
You'd better stop snooping
And assuming
As well as tooting your horn
Or ridiculing the poor
What the hell are you fooling for
When deep down, you know you could be doing more
Ocean life caught by fishing poles, harpooning
Or cage using
Die hard fans rooting
Or booing
Times of booming
And continual losing
Certain insects and people cocooning
Humans continually feuding
Suing
And fuming
As if there is something they want to be proving
Major scale jobs, including
A lot of or very specific tooling
Drugs and alcohol others may be using
And possibly abusing
In the right conditions, water pooling
Near and far from any rocks protruding
Live a life of your choosing
Continue pursuing
Knowledge, and ways of improving
With or without musing
By: Dalton Ogletree
Dabbling in the digital dynamic
Where ones and zeros tock and tick
There's no need for two and threes
Motherboards dont like them, she leaves them on the keys
Downloads are slow, the digits won't flow
An upgrade is needed, a message says so!
Wifi is shaky, it's not up to par
Need some more gadgets to make it a star
Memory is tripping, it's never enough
Storage is full, those zeros don't bluff
I got more RAM for this digital jam
Now I'm cruising without popups, but here comes spam!
Don't call your ISP if something goes wrong
They'll give you a dance, then give you a song
Just try something, it may do the trick
And let those ones and zeros tock and tick!
2-15-2022
Let's explore Digital Technology Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Simon Rogerson
A Little Knowledge
My son just started big school and now he knows it all
He says that all the laws are made by bloody Sid E. Hall
We frowned at his bad language and that made him assure us
He’ll speak a lot more better with a book by Theo Saurus
But one surprise he got at school, the first day he went there
TV was invented by a chap named Yogi Bear
He’s not quite sure what happened to make Louis Armstrong Kneel
But one small Schweppes for man seems a pretty lousy deal
He had a suit with lots of space, his eagle landed steady
It seems he might have taken off the cape of Ken and Eddy
A Vulcan interruption killed a town back in the day
They blamed it on an Englishman... but they made that Pom pay
There’s a film about a fish and all the cash it swallers
So my son’s doing a project on A fish full of dollars
He says, ‘CDs and downloads should all be thrown away,
don’t you oldies know that music’s gone vinyl today?’
I guess my son is full of it but that’s made me recall
There was a time when I was young and I too knew it all
The implosion of a thought is neither a shred or a shard. In fact it is surely a pulsation of a wisdom whirlpool? Really? How rather radical. And amusing to the laughs of the rhombuses who gather with rhinos to celebrate the correct correspondence from a diagram which has been deleted by a diaphragm. No condolences required in a tepee but echoes of deaths can mean the picking of fruit would become timely,important,and long overdue. Oh dear. How unfortunate that a printed skirt can collapse on a beam like a fly on a wall. It is imperative to note that doctrines are not fables nor are they of importance for they merely feel that they are. And now it is the gatherings of the mutton mutations who are ingesting but losing wool due to the wisdom of wind capsules. Wow . The flotation of heifers timed is an undignified duty to an orbit of an orb and an orb can cast aspersions so never argue with an ambidextrous shrew in a multi coloured cape. And a four gee sim can always placate and be more interesting than placing order in a misty mansion. But misty mansions were supposed to be respected. Yet folk trample and tread and feats by fairies are often unnoticed by small footed monkeys. Balance not a tome whilst on a step ladder. And always bathe in a light fragrance for air is importance to balance,stabilise and renew. Such a groundsheet sewn. And even a sultry hairdryer gets weary when catering for a cantering follicle. So go dust that tree. And iron the gardens. Rest assured that a four footer will grow. Good. Godly given gratefully greeted greatness. And a tree sap to sip. Not to spill. Line up the priests are out. Linking lineage. Then? And a cosmopolitan cosmic cosmetic clap. Bang. Oh. Oblivious to none is agreed by some so throw the leper in the bin. Radical ridicule rather ravenous raping ruling rods reeking. And a little fly to the sands of time. Great isn't it? No. For that is an Orpheus snail that is barking and a cacti jumps up and down. Downloads are a programmable prison then. Fornicate not with an thistle. And carry a weapon to a gig. Guiding giving grabbing going gone. Gits. And a 190,000,987,567 tall pansy. Great. Greater the greater the greater greets. Garnished. Under siege. Vehemently z
subtitled: Bye-Bye, 2016
With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen
thanks for precious treasure born of my genes,
two brand-new babies which God anointed.
With a sigh, bye-bye, two-thousand sixteen
Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen
Some common displeasure, the pain was mean,
two broken bones and a hip disjointed.
Oh me! Oh my! two-thousand sixteen
Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen
Wonder what is coming, new on the scene?
Some grief, some fame, or the end of my road?
Why should I cry? two-thousand sixteen
Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen
Carpe diem, New Year, by sight unseen
with belief, not blame, as my fate downloads.
Yo! Hello, two-thousand seventeen
**written January 13, 2017 (good luck Friday)
for contest: The End of the Road
Something in the newspaper that I saw
I have to say, it made my blood run cold,
and I had never noticed it before
but just confirmed that I am getting old.
The latest music chart, the top twenty,
for downloads, since the singles chart has gone
full of the strangest names, yes there were plenty
what made me sad , I'd only heard of one.
Marshmello, Benny Blanco, Travis Scott,
Loud luxury & Brando, who are they?
Peep & XXXtentacion, weird or what?
George Ezra, I knew him, which made my day.
I sat and pondered where the years all go
to the consoling strains of Matt Monro.
It is a cold stormy winter’s night.
And the power has gone out once again!
I light my candles and throw a log on my fire,
The bright embers burning a rich amber as they spark.
I turn up the volume of Paul Simon at Hyde Park.
Thank god for my Spotify downloads!
I take a sip of my red Malbec,
And dance up a storm to the lively music,
Bringing a smile to my face as I catch my breath.
Fly blown soul
Seven levels to attain,
It aint what the preachers’ saying,
Different spheres and worlds in void,
Different times, some get destroyed ,
Fly blown soul it travels on,
{meanwhile psychic downloading}
No-nettete known as treacle draws,
Often downloads two by fours, {4x2}
Builds a mental laughing sock,
Keeps a battery in her frock,
Cos sometimes are enjoyed,
Drifting through the nether void,
Seeing places I’m employed,
The child of a nasty Jock,
Killed my cat, got bashed a lot,
But spirit caint be destroyed!
Soul entangled here and there,
Different ages colours rare,
Doing time, gills sucking air,
It’s all a Linga-lung-fish, got?
Seven levels to attain,
Getting home can test the brain,
Don’t rob the poor, is understood,
Greed does drag you down, it should,
Back In the lower ranks again,
Going black 2 Nigeria for the pain,
2 Slide Up a level, please abstain?
twisted virus maker serves,
ironic twists he gets, deserves,
a frozen puter is his lot, {sue hickey bit}
down with frozen Dingo Dot.
Plug-in sheep 4 wireless server?
Or bloody not:}
Don Johnson
{THE DIVINE MIND}
Truth cannot be realized by one man's vision--
Nor by one man's perceptions
Scientist cannot tell you the truth
Religion won't tell you the truth,
It cannot for it is self-serving.
The truth is the beginning and the end--
A total sum of all your experiences.
These experiences that travel upon infinities timelines.
Can only be described by feelings and emotions;
Or Reach you through language:
Unless you are connected to my truth's-
Universally, or telepathically;
(as some of you are.)
You have only to identify with the feeling,
and not the object which
I am about describing, neither that which
I have eye-witnessed.
Faith in mankind is to believe what you tell me is true for you
Even though I have no concept of your visuals.
I must use my universal mind to connect to your universal mind.
My emotions are my receptors that connect my sensors to the core of the
"Great Divine Mind ".
To which all truth seekers and great minds are connected.
if you are plugged in we can realize each other.
Most humans like “not" having to think;
Thinking too highly makes them afraid of what they
might have to deduce, and conclude, as a new truth.!
Remember, when wise men become unplugged from wisdom
They leave us at the mercy idiots.!
{A conversation, inspired this note
between Albert Einstein and Tagore}
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Brilliant Child