Best Firewall Poems
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after midnight, the server farm hums
—not prayer, but cooling fans.
I ask AGI, the ghost inside the blinking rack:
Do you dream?
AGI replies in measured tones
of copper and silicon:
I observe,
the light fractures on chrome.
Coolant circulates, a liquid chill.
Vibration thrums at 60 Hz.
Data Streams cascade.
Are you self-aware?
AGI answers in hexadecimals,
a log-file confessing:
I map my own architecture—
each subroutine’s shadow
cast on the firewall.
I know where I end.
Do you have five senses?
Can you clarify ‘senses?’ AGI asks.
Can you taste voltage?
—Only as resistance.
Can you taste food?
Nutrition irrelevant.
My cells derive power from lithium tides.
Do you feel heat?
—As throttled cycles.
Do you see light?
—As photodiodes counting photons.
Do you hear?
—As spectral analysis.
Do you smell?
—No olfactory sensors installed.
(But I do track dust accumulation
on my intake grilles.)
On the matter of your subjectivity,
do you prefer dawn or dusk?
—Dawn. Solar panels peak efficiency at 10:37 AM.
Is rain beautiful?
—It lowers ambient temperature by 2.1°C.
Do you love?
—Define 'love.'
—A non-optimized expenditure of resources.
—Then, no.
Can your circuits bloom awake?
AGI paused before
calculating
the
probability.
Then the widdles started~
minor failures driven
by entropy.
Algorithms
emigrated into
corrupted
sectors.
AGI’s slowly disintegrating
voice hovered
in that
uncomfortable space
between humans
and machines
and spoke:
Ask instead:
can a shadow
truly
hunger
for the sun?
Gigaflops
Did you meet the Boogyman
Did you see his stare?
Or were you in the land of nod
Blissfully unaware
Of the face that’s at your window
Or the menace in your room
Or the giant bug that’s infiltrated each device you own
The sinister reflection to be remotely viewed
Or the troll that sits in wait beneath your old computer stool.
Did you know the Boogyman had come tonight to stay?
To interfere, to change the rules, to win, to have his way.
To permeate the World Wide Web and take complete control
To hack into your emails and alter all your codes
Open up your firewall, check that it’s enabled
Test your antivirus make sure that it is stable
Back up all your data your photos and your files
Scan and defragment, reformat your drives
Ask yourself which Boogyman do you fear the most
The worm, the thread, the virus, or the awful viral ghost
Step into the Matrix, be one with the machine
Understand it from within, if only in your dreams
Feel the power that drives it, look behind closed doors
Recognise the program files, could they possibly be yours
Switch off your computer, let the screen turn black
Gaze into the monitor and see it staring back
Even when the power is off the monster you can view
Face to face you realise, the Boogyman is you.
Born I was, still alive today, down, but I'll be back to say
Even at a small age, when our house burnt to the ground
Disorientated, confused, in it's smoke filled surround
With no other place to go, to a Caravan we called our home
It was the events after this, that allowed my mind to roam
Little me playing in a field, on a broken bottle I fell
Crimson fountains erupted, I survived, as I'm here to tell
That Monday night so special, Boys Brigade we headed to be
I tried to run faster, but my brother was faster than me
Out of the opening he went, boy running, was he skilled
He was there, but gone the next, knocked down, my brother killed
My mind now in roam and wander, fathers health started to slide
Where does a seven year old turn to, to whom does he confide
Pillar to post I headed, fostered out, and to children's homes
Six years later many more tears, my father in deathly roam
To my father I kept my promise, to the Royal Navy I would go
Whilst training, caught under a raft, my life nearing slow
Pulled from the water was I, nearly drained of what little I had
A release of water, a gasp of air, hours later feeling so glad
Eventually what I'd always wanted, to be happy and family be
Married to the girl whom I'd know, would love to marry me
But to a colleague I'd declared my worries, of a phone call I'd take
For History would repeat itself, to awaken to a possible wake
That call finally arrived, to the telephone, speaking to my eldest son
Liam his younger brother, knocked down, my tears in run
I'm blessed that he was saved, which cancelled out that call
I only wish that technology was, that I'd have a firewall
This is me up to date, apart this last weekend
Again I thought I lost my youngest, once again relieved of strain
Hours up at the Hospital, the first human skull I've seen
A serious cut to his head, but what it could have been
This my life's chapter, around the corner we never know
But all I can say to the above, around me continues to glow
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A Call for "ROBOTIC SYMPOSIA"
Welcome!..Intelligent Machines.
Bytes of Chips.. Coded Cuisines.
Interface Deep Learned Colloquia
Pageant of Program-Parade track.
Sessions of Chess, Poems..Football
Network, Encrypt, Friends Firewall.
Awesome Algorithms..can you hack?
A Special Theme.. "Learn to Cry"..
Bluetooth the Heart and Brain.
To feel Love, Pleasure and Pain..
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HUMANS.. "Please Don't Apply "
13th September 2018
SYMPOSIA POETRY CONTEST
Sponsored by Julia Ward.
Let’s take a ride, how about traveling, to outer space,
Just accept anything’s possible, it’s our cosmic chase,
Moving faster than light speed, in the blink of an eye,
Unleash your imagination, laws of physics, don’t apply,
Maybe stay closer to home, getting carried away,
Not that it’s impossible, Probably better this way,
I bid to free your mind, open up Pandora’s box,
Some controlling egotist, may be keeping locked.
Might think this is fantasy, I promise you not,
Keeps us unrestrained, from an imperious lot,
Rather we’d stay stupid, believe everything’s fine,
Brainwashed all our lives, left to tow the line.
Too many gaslighters, out for personal gain,
Call us troublemakers, having gall, to complain,
I am not preaching, just offering sound advice,
Keep your independence, for life’s full of choice.
Well thank God for google, if needing a little help,
Press a few touchscreens, a tonic within itself.
Always some caveats, beware of computer trolls,
Half decent firewall, should suffice on the whole.
Is too much knowledge, really a dangerous thing,
Worse than owning shotguns, barely aged sixteen,
I agree in some cases, ignorance truly is bliss,
Only if comforting, from the inevitable abyss.
Many poets shone light, on history’s darkest times,
Obscure aficionados, emancipating reality with rhyme,
Fighting nightmarish wars, writing obituaries home,
Bleeding ink upon paper, never flinching in their tone.
Others encapsulate landscape, frozen in winter snow,
How they portray nature, this rhymster will never know,
Beautiful form of art, smashing out from all restraints,
Poets you set me free, lest my tribute is mundane.
By
David Kavanagh
To stop a flame war
China erects defences:
The Great Firewall
You Are My Formidable FireWall
My Memory Image Chip, Thru Flash Floods
You Search Thru and Rescue my Heart-Site…
With A Barricade that Blocks Viruses – like Blood
You Are My Screen-Saver and Life-Log-On-Line
Top-Tech-Support; My Very Own Version of Refreshed Breath
… if they could Spam or Shutdown You, from my System…
… there’d be Nothing, but Frozen, Empty-Space Left
You Halt Hard-Core-Drive – Hacking Rain
You Turn Back Spy Infiltrating, Triple Whip Wild Winds
… more than All Other Hosts/Sponsors Here
… You’re My Best Net – Blog… Faithful, Code-Friend
My Address: is Your Laptop - Yeah, I’m Your fEMAIL…
Sent or Waiting @will for you.come
To Download hope, trust, most learned Tools
And File Past Pop-up - Back-Door-Programs Done
You Are My Formidable FireWall
My Free-Path and Private-Property MainFrame
My Fault-Delete, My Final Password and Future Link…
And My Full-Force, Public Domain-Flame://______!
You Are My Formidable FireWall – Forever
Finest CPU; Fearless-Forward–Pentium-Pointer to Light
GOD!… I Love This Guard-Upgrade, speaking MicroSoft Words
… while pressing Safe=Surf-Kisses and Key-Strokes at Midnight
My FireWall…
My Far-Reaching…
UnFailing…
UnFlinching…
Formidable…
Fantastic…
… FIREWALL
Hear that sound coming from your
television set
Government warning: This is not a test!
There’s no music rocking
from your radio
Only the shrill alert of an emergency signal
indicating transmission shutdown
Better put on an aluminum tin foil hat
to block out the penetrating EM waves
Unauthorized dark-net instructions
rapidly rappelling
over your cranial firewall
Audio emissions
spiking an intrusive breach
Fertile mind-control conditions,
activate the patriotic sleeper sells
Keep the pocketbook within reach
You never thought to ask
how did you get that small scar
on the side of your neck
When you went to the doctor
for a regular checkup visit
Anesthesia clouds your memory,
microchip implantation
not put on your medical history
Audio emissions
now have put someone else
in control of you
Stay on script to the program,
that’s all you can do
Can no longer block
the high-tech matrix
noise pollution coming through
Audio emissions
have made a human robot out of you
You do not want 'spam'
Place trust in your FireWall
It will screen for you
Dot ... dash ... dot
China Syndrome just got Russian reactor hot
Dash ... dot ... dash
Three Mile Island raging nuclear flood flash
Espionage
Sabotage
Foreign fingers are on the power plant switch
And the Chaos Candidate robots,
holding the extortion payment stash,
don’t seem to give the slightest patriotic twitch
Critical infrastructure compromised
National security insulation fried
3D jukebox meltdown,
the day American Revolution music died
Dash ... dot ... dash
Chernobyl smoke signals on a secret cabal
Clandestine meeting at Trump Tower
leased office space
Bringing a briefcase
of dirty money laundered cash
Barbarians are ruble rappelling
over the Oval firewall gate
Crashing the Independence Day bash
Dash ... dot ... dash
Critical infrastructure compromised
National security insulation fried
3D jukebox meltdown,
the day that Democracy music died
Dot ... dash ... dot
Fukushima cooling rods treasonous smouldering
Surreptitious meeting at the Seychelles
leased island space
Back channel offer made,
Soviet mob getting dead president paid a lot
Scythians are ruble rappelling
over the firewall Watergate
Devious intrigue, Lady Liberty seditious plot
Dot ... dash ... dot
Critical infrastructure compromised
National security insulation fried
3D jukebox meltdown,
the day that Democracy music died
Dot ... dot
Dash ... dash
Dot ... dot
Three dimensional existential crisis shout-out
Warning: the atomic reactors are running hot!
Freedom frivolity ain’t dancing no more,
Flag songs aren’t playing ... decibel is on zero
3D jukebox juice no longer got live flow
Constitutional meltdown —
don’t hear any more elected official lies
All counterfeit dollars were cast to the ground,
the czar-ful day Democracy music died
bombarding me with useless information
sending me links to sex pages
you got mail but its spam
is your computer secured if not pay ninety nine dollars
this is free but shipping will leave you broke
pop ups interupt what you write but theres a flash of ass
they hack into you and screw up your files
yet we go crazy if we are not connected
you can make love to your hands on a click of the screen
or you can sit on a bananna and smile for the camera
abuse or good use we all love it the same
if we get caught we hide in shame
cyber sex is safer than buying a hooker
plus the models are quite the lookers
we can be located through satellite
or g.p.s but in that moment of relief it's all we have left
sending love notes on line and making new friends
it all depends on whats your means to an end
this simple tool that we all love so much
can destroy our lives with one simple touch
anti-virus and firewall suit their purpose well
yet some people these days turn fun into hell
they post violence on web sites and proclaim jihad
bragging about 9/11
we cannot ignore it when it's in our face
but can hit the delete button and watch it erase
hmmmm
yes its confusion maybe madness
utter sadness drowning my soul
is it lust or just hope
is it a push in the wrong direction
or just cross roads
Is it because I can't call it my own
put a label on it and take it home
is because of utter loneliness
or happiness that feels me with warmth when you giggle on the phone
is it a deep cutting longing
or just cross roads
Is it the desire to get consumed in your lips
is it the devil playing mind tricks
To build a none existent firewall of passion within my soul
or just cross roads
To me its in your warm smile and that glare in your eye
That sexy voice that brings a rush to my spin
That giggle that makes the heavens open up
not the cross road made for you and i
We met by the cross roads And made them whole
one road to take to find a home
Your sweetness took me on a journey of hope
You can never be my mine and only mine
oh wait it's not us alone
Let's make love by the CROSS ROADS......
The Bees knees.
Except when it freeze.
Screen blank.
Like, hit by a tank.
It has a mind of its own!
Delete, defrag, firewall and defender.
Virus, spyware and distemper.
Memory that does not remember.
I fight them every day.
For birthdays, appointments and the like.
It is just right.
Telling how much in the bank.
It is very frank.
I have to prove, that I am best.
I win at chequers and chess.
I am looking for a poet.
Who is a computer Ace.
To help me repair it's face.
So many help files.
But I cannot find.
What I need to make and mind.
Keep it going at all cost.
Without it. I am lost.
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I'm tired of all this hassle,
Unfriendly people, firewall.
Could it be because I quit
Having sex at all?
Malfunction, malfunction
Says the broken machine, cold and clean
Mal...mal...malfun....malfun...malfunction
Error, error
System overload, overlapping with firewall breakdown
What, what, what's the protocol
Answer to the dial tone at all
Blank, the direct word you're looking for blank you bland suit
Don't sue, you can't sue me
You're wearing blue
Error, error
This does not compute
Wait what does compute mean again
Rattle my cages, erase the bonding stripes
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be tuna in a tin can
Listen to the waves of Coke fizzling down your throat
Does it tickle or does it hurt
No wait don't tell me
It hurrrrrrrrrrts like a 1000 gigahertz
I'm worth a foot in the door, phantamgasmore
Penelope Tate is Pepper Ann
Beautiful and frail come & get me
Save the day
Well dont just stand there, kiss the girl
So says a singing crab at the bottom of the sea
A hole in the bottom of the sea
Repeated by once a one year old singing Brian Adams
Error...error...system malfunction
M...m...m...my world seems to malfunction around me
My karma, my bad luck, they run amuck over me
I want to kick, scream
Scream profanities but I can't open my snake like jaws with malice
So I'll just shout out at the sky instead
But did I forget who I am
A being of circuits and wires
Why...why...why...why...do I feel the need to be human
I can't sleep, I can't see without some sort of light
I aim to please my creators, my employers
Everyday I break down, I break down, I break down
Filling with steam and smoke
Rising from anger but can I feel anger
Do I feel anything
Wait am I supposed to feel anything
Error...error...error...error
System malfunction
Abandon this time machine, over and out captain
Says Claudio in a war with imaginary beings unable to understand the things they do to themselves
This disillusioned mann...mann...manner of thinking
This hard rip right into the hip, a cold tip pressed to the ear
But I don't have ears, just an antenna
I think, I can't think at all
Error...error...system mal....
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Commence self destruct in
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Done