Best Information Poems
I hunt my prey, late dusk or night
With wings so quiet in my flight
It's hard to see me up in trees
Since I am camouflaged with ease
My ears are placed in such a way
I hear most sounds from far away
My beak is hooked- made sharp to tear
But feathers cover it like hair
My eyes are large on my flat face
They do not move, stay firm in place
To see, I turn my head with ease
Two hundred seventy degrees
I hoot, hiss, scream, and most times, screech
To find a mate within my reach
Or let my competition know
This is my space, and they must go
In trees, await the choicest prey
Small mammals, birds, that come my way
Some days, on insects, I may dine
A fish from a small pond is fine
My talons are like raptor claws
When prey appears, without a pause
I quickly fly from tree to ground
And clench the bird or mouse I've found
My prey I often swallow whole
Complete digestion is my goal
Whatever I cannot digest
Comes up as pellets I express
And something you may think is cruel
When raising owlets, it's the rule
To feed the best and largest first
And so the weakest ones are cursed
A cannibal I can be too
Eat smaller owls that I pursue
I never feel the slightest guilt;
This is the way that I was built
Of owls, there are two hundred kinds
We've been around since ancient times
From small to large, with raptor claws
I think I came from dinosaurs.
February 3, 2016
St. John gave its pupils arithmetic
I glided through these
Like breeze of Belize
Los Angeles City College leveled me
Algebra had me on my knees
YET
I clamored to Cal. State, Long Beach,
Where Information Science sacked me
I fought back on campus lush lawns
Lingered crossed-leg in summer sun
WON
My grade was not an F
I graduated and felt blessed.
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Apologize at once,
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Mine was through misinterpretation
Which needed explanation!
Reversed the block,
I was wrong, on taking
Second stock!
What does MILF mean?
How can I get from here to there?
What current events are happening?
What's the forecast for today's weather?
What's the chemical breakdown for human DNA?
Where can I find every theological point of view?
What sports team is trading what player today?
Why do our skies and oceans appear to be blue?
How much money do I have left in my bank account?
How many minutes do I have left on my phone?
Have I reached my credit limit on my credit card amount?
How many documented endangered species are known?
What's the difference between ignorance and apathy?
I Don't Know And I Don't Care
because the super highway of information
can be logged on to by Anyone, Everyone.
One can plug into the Internet anytime, anywhere
accessing all of the world's knowledge past, present and future.
This hi-tech table set unfolds unfair
For words inscribed to turn romances ripe,
Since just by finger-click can loves compare
Verse penned for they against their archetype.
Alexandria’s tomes are phone condensed
The same as Congress holds its truths we scroll;
And though indignance now is evidenced,
I do confess at times I online stroll.
But seriously - What cruel circumstance!
If mine was paint - sad Lisa’s moans you’d hear!
da Vinci’s grin exclaims I’ve got no chance
To stir feminine swoons, near well as Shakespeare.
Instead, self-conscious rhymes self-pity lurch,
From fear my muse knows how to Google search.
1/31/2017
Now social networks
Before tea-room social chat –
IT changes us
Single views are flawed
Life is grey not black and white-
Harmony spawns hope
Computer jargon
Academic rhetoric –
Actions not words count
Appeared in ACM SIGCAS Computers & Society, June 2015, Vol. 45 No. 2, p4.
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: April 12, 2021
Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience' just thinking it through
Dezi was taking Andrews ex- state premier to
The law court.' He's an lgbt advocate? Of some
Sort..Rumours of child abuse historical they say'
Is Andrews extra squeeky clean.? He's been
Around anyway..Didn't he have a collision a young
Boy on a bike, reported 45 minutes later, drove off
Then back.? So some claim.' And that they do not
Like' will Mali be able to keep the children? Ir have
There been subtle threats? Comply or they'll be taken? I wonder what will come out next.?
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input then process then store and output
digital society foundation
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How evil is this society,
for telling the truth,
that it will jeopardize your entire life and
others that are around you.
How many more lions must die
at the hands of the evildoers?
Memories fades away,
as the wind carries it
in her belly.
How evil is this society,
who deceives us, and still believe their words to be true.
Always be vigilant when it comes down to their experts,
those who's altering our cells on a cellular level.
How much more distortion and genocide we must go through,
as the train tracks leaves it tracks in the sky.
How evil is this society,
that will debar and exile you, just
because you didn't fit the criteria.
Be proud of your roots.
How evil is this society,
that will poison the food on purpose
and proceed to give you their benefits,
just so you can kill yourself and your seeds.
How evil is this society,
that will target a specific Topo2,
destroy the ubiquitous enzymes in all
branches of life within the body,
leaving you lifeless.
How evil is this society,
who done high jacked our DNA
through a cell cycle regulation,
causing induction of DNA damage
and DNA repair.
Forming harmful mutations,
modifying you into a
mutant ninja turtle.
How evil is this society,
to change a musical tune pitch,
throwing off its frequency, as it
brings disharmony to the listener ears,
rearranging the behavior patterns
within the individual,
to cause a chain of chemical reactions,
wiping out the original
chemical structure, as it
disentangling the superhelicity.
How evil is this society...
I recall, to our life when she came—
In early nineties one unknown day,
Few did know for long years: who she was—
Her mission, and what she wished to do,
And someone called it an Info Age:
Internet, e-mails and e-media—
Some of them more social than are ants,
In tone and temper unfairly free—
And info-knowledge spread sans limit,
But in just two decades we feel drowned.
Overload of info, opinions:
Social sites tweeting, tubes, sundry sites,
Searching sites, kindling books, what not apps,
Bits and bytes gagging us over board!
An ocean of Info, every shade,
Informing less and confusing more,
Now telling, and contradicting then;
But time was we had next to nothing.
Bits, bytes, nor statistics info is,
Nor info knowledge is— never was.
News nigh fake, more of views than are news,
Far from truth, confuse more than give clues,
Verified by none but someone's whim,
Twenty four by seven, news and news!
Ignorance a maiden of pure bliss,
No one has questioned camouflaged views,
Neut media morphing unto sour dream,
Even views are now of varied hues—
Fruits of a fertile mind, partial pen,
Better was bliss of ignorant Zen!
Ere, soul of Info to inform was.
And inform it sure did without doubt,
Today it seems to drown us in doubt,
I doubt if the curious little bird,
Even if ravenous hungry is,
I f any a worm would ever catch!
Time was when info an asset was,
And people hungered for a bare byte.
From heaps of husk and shells, piles of chaff,
It is hard today to garner grain.
Maiden sure she’s no doubt, no more shy,
Like peels of onions she hides nigh!
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Happenings | 16.03.2017 |
Poet’s note: This piece is not a typical ode. It is nine syllabic three feet anapaest, and largely a blank verse.
Researching generally finds the truth
Not accepting the common belief
Or buying into those conspiracy theories
Knowing the facts brings much relief.
The queen did not die in Detroit, my friend,
Despite the reports on the internet,
She succumbed in Scotland at Balmoral
A fact the world should never forget.
I am amazed at the wild speculations
What gets passed around on social media
More so the number who feed on trash
Let’s give a hand to good ol’ Wikipedia.
It constantly serves up helpings of fact
Also, it invites efforts to make it correct
So, when it comes to determining what's right
Be careful with what “facts” you select.
Written September 10, 2022
I.T.s
replacing
old fashioned stuff
computer science
children exposed in droves
ahead of parents
private language
A new wave
I.T.'s
My timely explanation is coming soon
Don’t hold your breath, I beg you please,
As soon as the cow jumps over the moon
I’ll write you a note, hoping to appease.
I do not have the info right now at hand
I am too busy to do the needed research,
Besides, I already have my day planned,
And your stupid request puts me in a lurch.
Consider Google, Wikipedia, or another
A wealth of information at your fingertips,
If all else fails, you could ask your brother
Or go to tik-tok and stare at the newsclips.
You know, I hate to be so blunt with you,
But just how important is this information?
Your request has come to me out of the blue
And, frankly, to you I have no obligation.
So, a timely explanation is coming soon
Don’t hold your breath, I beg you please
As soon as the cow jumps over the moon,
I’ll write you a note, hoping to appease.
Written August 29, 2022
Do you remember Boris; back in 2020
A virus was about to break, yet people
None the wiser ' at first he said no real
Big stuff, along with Holland we should face it tough.'
he'd been briefed then by whitty..Dear oh
Dear, three weeks on the tone was changed
To science he'd listen.' Pray come again.?
He caught bad covid He got laid low, said
Once better I'm now immune, and his mask did throw..' Oh
Naughty boy the 'experts pounced' his new
Found freedom in public he renounced, the
Pharmacy groups, exhaled a sigh' cash was
Flowing newscasters cried.' Children scared
Playgrounds closed, £8000 per covid death nhs
Were paid, so back to today He's waving bye
But what was truth? and were there lies? well
Rules and parties We've heard of much, but I'm
Not convinced (that it was such) such a scandal
If You'll look through the list of events think of
Cummings and Flemming too train rides at large
And lovers under cover they knew the game
Then dear sisters and brothers.'
Inside/Outside
Maze of life, Mirror of thought
Brain symbiosis on bureaucratic
Check the bank
The recognition dizzied, paralyzed
Come thunder to break the ice
Come harpoon to cut control
Bring spirit underground
Where echoed sounds still resound
Love reigns in wet drops
Love conquers all shields