Best Motherboard Poems
Be the clown,go on, turn the world upside down.
Be the one, who never thinks deeply or on humanity frowns.
Be above it all, hide your heart all you can.
You, who are so superior to the feelings of the family of man.
Be strong, grind your teeth.
Hide from the fact that one day,you, too,will be under ground with a wreath.
Be sure to hide your genuine feelings!
If open, the crowd, or those you love most, will avoid you or send you reeling.
We whine about personal, irrelavent illnesses to the sky!
It's the thing to do, I don't get here thrill of it, should I?
The world is crushing me, is all I do know.
A planet filled with fear, as our hair turns the color of snow.
A life filled with living on devices, is, utterinsanity.
Where there are no voices.
Just a motherboard of humanity.
Deep love is heard like the crashing of windows.
Turn the other way from the heart of man, that is where
tenderness blows?
There are those with hearts as warm as a fireplace.
Gather round them soon, they are the remnants of the human race.
6/30/2021
“That’s just the way you’re wired”
Sure some settings are predetermined out of the box
But most adapt over time to the environment
Growing up we all adjust to the situation to survive
To try to get our needs met and gain connection
In order to not short circuit
Same wiring extends to adulthood if you let it
Easy to justify “that’s just the way I am”
Using childhood strategies to cope with adult issues
Until your wires cross
The system crashes
You no longer wish to operate this way
Time for a diagnostic check up
Begin by analyzing your internal schematics
Must understand mechanics behind your motherboard
Investigate ingrained patterns of behaviors
Be gentle when digging into deep rooted tendencies
The process will be pain staking
But the payoff will be worth it
You may realize it’s not all hard coded
Don’t have to port over old programming
You can override the system
Have the ability to rewrite your code
It’s ok to shed outdated strategies
Create a test environment to establish new connections
Tip toe along with trial and error to see what works
You have agency to decide how to live your life
Compared to only relying on your old “wiring”
Time for an upgrade
The world is waiting for your Version 2.0
Aruba
Pink and orange sunsets
Surrounded by tropical
Joy, people smiling at breakfast.
Urged by the scenery
To fully relax
And smell morning’s coffee
Beyond my tablet,
I spy the delightful
Petite snow-colored
Flowers that peek
Like faeries
Through their
Fuchsia motherboard
Amongst
The fragrant bougainvillea
Climbing toward heaven
From whence she came
I sigh my first sigh of
vacation.
Written 3-19-2019
Contest: Bougainvillea
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
You’re on board with LED lights,
You’re guided with pure lights.
Sometimes, you’re so hot on board,
Like a capacitor of a motherboard.
What you need is pure resistance,
Like a resistor to resist your hotness for instance.
If you cannot resist your temper,
Your logic turns to a wave of full black anger.
Don’t wait for a black LED screen,
To conquer your system screen.
My Laptop has a name
Its Apple MacBook Air 13-Inch (2015)
Its life begins with a disk drive
It got various basic dialects such as C, FORTRAN, or Pascal
It has a random access memory without brain
I upgrade it when the going gets tough,
I hope my motherboard would find a fatherboard so I could have anotherboard
It house input and output devices without having a home
It performs specific operations like physicians
It use a touchpad instead of a house mouse,
If you want to go forward, backup
It can display information in a human understandable form
It got gates and windows?
It’s hardware problems are due to truck driver errors
Sometimes its program is so sick
I feel like shooting it and put it out of its memory
Output and Kaput
It defragmented my entire life
Because I find its faith in technology amusing
The operating table on my laptop is called facebook...
I’m a string of byte notations
From your CPU
Calculating information
In a blink of an eye, for you
I pull in at the station
On your motherboard
To catch a system bus
CAD, is what it’s called
There's three routes I can take
Control, address or data
Depending on the freight
It arrives a nano later
Two more important parts
On this PC station
Are the (GPU), graphics card
And memory modulation
The RAM is where I store
Temporary numeral data
To complete a task for sure
For you sometime later
The graphics processor unit
Is the place of acceleration
Sending pictures to your screen
In 3D Animation
There’s a special kind of storage place
Which is called, a hard drive
Keeping window’s very safe
Where your programmes hide inside
Now, I can make a programme
But that’s different thing
If you want to learn the basics
Just type a simple string
For those that don’t yet understand
I use a binary code
From the central processor
I then take it and load
So next time you turn me on
Just think and be-aware
I work a lot, like you my friend
And I’m here to store and share
© Copyright 19th August 2013
K.C.Leake
There's nothing to write about!
I have thoughts for heart
opinions for stirring
ambition for blood
and inspiration for flurring
But still, there's nothing to write about
even though these thoughts are more than a motherboard
on media influence
HUMAN RIGHTS!
antibiotics and cloning
healthcare and race
how about the presidential debate?!
Is there anything not started yet
how about the GMO project
bullying and religion
babyboomers verses millenials
immigration or bullying
or the universe?!!
homelessness obesity and violence
healthcare human trafficking and finance
The media influence too!
scandals unfold and fold
stories told and untold
keep up with this pace
before it's erased
it's a race to know how it's laced
A topic of contrast is
with some of the same
(my favorite, no shame)
Love!
That's what I'll write about
Love will always exist and persist
it's wished for and treasured
adored liked and desired
yet fought over, torn
and turned ashes with fire
PALADIN
Expert but understated taciturn lone hero
Sherlock Holmes fiddling with a violin solo
Then James Bond then Richard Boone
Then Terminator and Bruce Lee (died too soon)
But today’s hero is the computer guy
Who can fix your machine easy as pie.
Unspeaking, he arrives in casual jeans, with pliers
Small screwdrivers and a pocketful of wires.
Wants no chit chat, just fiddles with motherboard
And such for a half hour without a word.
Then he disappears in a white van -
Say. . . who was that silent man?
Your problem he can unravel :
Have mouse will travel.
Long saps, slow puncturing or massive drinking
the person within is lifted high above the one without
landing on a shared state of the present and the non existent
as feelings are wrapped into one ball of excitement.
Consciousness then tamed by this joke.
Morals may even find solace to get company
from sincerity and inspiration.
Searching an unknown part of the sufferer and tapping from its crude
but it’s also a risky venture to give inner demons a bad call.
A wake from oblivion,
the eyes are cleaned by truth’s water
to realize this acute satisfaction
is just a microchip in a motherboard of sorrows.
What is taken with two fingers has taken control of the body’s entirety.
Care from loved ones is discarded
to accept mishandling from substances of cruelty
but what aches the most
is the result of a bright future
which is now covered in a masquerade costume.
Oh child! Rise from this terrible fall
or else one more soul will be registered missing.
City lights sparkling,
mirrored in the Bay,
multi-colored jewels—
amber, rose, and green,
crystal, diamond-white—
gracing bridge and buildings—
mansions, pubs, and shops—
fanciful reflections of
countless points of intrigue.
Neurons, lives entwining—
schemes, ideas, and passions—
complex as a motherboard,
vibrant as a heartbeat,
fertile and entrancing,
as though fashioned by a
cosmic magician’s spell.
Oh how I wish they would be patient with me,
I need to be upgraded can’t they see.
Maybe a new motherboard and processor is what I need,
since everyone is interested in core clock speed.
Possibly a high definition video card would do,
with 3D quality to improve the view.
What about that 24-bit Dolby digital sound card,
clear enough to hear out in the yard.
Can’t forget to add a new memory stick,
at least 512 megabytes is what I would pick.
It must have a Double Data Rate,
and a Dual In-Line Memory Module to be great.
We might end up needing more hard drive space,
so put in a 120 Gig drive in the old ones place.
With all these changes you’re about to make,
there is one precaution you should take.
Staying away from the static could be a perk,
if in the end you want me to work.
Then when I am up and ready to go,
there is one thing you should know.
Avoid opening e-mail messages from an unknown source,
installing a good virus program would help of course.
The only problem is that he never has any money you see,
so I simply wish he would take care of me.
DON’T YOU LOVE COMPUTERS
Don’t you just love computers?
That thing
With motherboard and mouse,
Supposed to be a revelation
Going to revolutionize,
In the wider scheme of things
‘Twas said not in haste
Or spoken about in jest,
That thing
With graphic card and floppy disc
Was going to make our lives
Much simpler,
Quicker all round
They said at the start
Or was it in the beginning?
That thing
With memory stick and modem,
Was going to refine
And redesign,
The way we were going to live
At work, rest and play
That thing
With monitor and keyboard,
What they didn’t tell us
Or even inform us unsuspecting folks,
Was about a place called cyberspace
Where Cybernetics plays
This has had a profound effect
Of completely stuffing up your life
When your computer’s information
Suddenly goes walk-about,
Up there, here there or anywhere
Then don’t you just love a computer?
Francis Cooper – Mac ©
What star in illusions light cometh
and I should then break apart
in studious form
some rule or consequence of law
define it
Perchance then to assume
some circuits motherboard
and tinker in creations form
with the platonic patrons of electronic
Should I spill in gusto verbose
chant a figurine of mathematical purpose
theoretical divination a sacrament
and pick out the embryonic fluid of the universe
What then by delusion I so encompass
a paltry paper of expounded incompetence
scribbled superficial
and never considered the ink of millennium
Ah! go by arrogance
and to tiny dedicate this script
and process and pattern and everything in accordance
meet the confines of perceptions limited
Part and protein
nuclear detonation
record the result and scrabble together a meaningful thesis
in cold placards of emotionless
Salt, just a grain of salt
holds more prescience to the birth of stars
more of wonders commencement
more intricate
lest I in science encapsulate
some puff of a dragons breath
desperately beggar the attempt
and so form religiously my graph and pie chart
of numerological announcement
and nail my ego to the cross
Like an antivirus you entered my system
Cleaning it of every of infected files
Hidden bad memories you revealed and cleaned
How you did it I know not of
But my RAM you boosted
Suddenly my processor processes amazingly
Much lifespan you give to my battery
Now I can last hours even when not charged
The coolness the fan of your love blows to my motherboard is just too satisfying that I cannot get enough of it
Leave not my system for this operation I don't want to end its process
ABSOL
Magic moments can disappear in a flash
On a digital camera of modern technology
Screening memories placed in files and saved
Mentally sterile conversations mailed in text
Without feeling or emotion sent quickly in a rush
In between surfing the net of cyber sex
Dating make believe strangers who promise love
While hunting for lust pretending to care in the real world
With made up names playing online games
Ramming the hard drive for more information overload
Exploding the motherboard of invention