Best Steve Poems
Steve Jobs, Apple’s Core
By Rick Rucker
I heard it, while driving home today,
I started crying, I shouted “No Way!”
The man that changed the World of Today,
Lost his battle, He has gone away,
He made the World of Tech very cool,
And other marketers, appear the fool,
I carry with me a smart phone,
And I am not alone,
A telephone of Today,
It is my computer, when I am Away,
I can check my stocks,
It even plays music that Rocks,
And, with just a tap,
I can buy another “app,’
He designed the iPad,
The best computer that some have had,
He managed the design of the Mac,
It changed our World to Technicolor, from Black!
I am an artist, so you know,
That for graphics, it was where I had to go,
With a PC, a troubled course I had to find,
My Mac just seems to read my Mind,
Steve saw the World in a different Way,
In 1984, he freed the World from Gray!
They said that Steve was tough,
Those that crossed him found it rough,
Despite their heartfelt pleas,
He brought Mickey Mouse, and his minions, to their knees!
Because he would not bend,
They saw themselves at The End,
In what seemed quite a shock,
They gave Steve almost all their stock,
All he had to give?
His animation, that let them live!
The World grew a little colder today,
Because Steve Jobs went away,
His company still carries the same name,
But, it was him that brought it fame,
And, I might say more,
Steve Jobs was Apple’s Core!
There once was a boy named Steve
who was always asked to leave,
for he'd let his snot drip,
dislodge it with a flip,
then wipe his nose on his sleeve.
Mystery unfolds.
Gasps: "Oh Wow Oh Wow Oh Wow!"
Greatness is amazed.
The Thomas Edison of our time.
An enormous pole
made of chrome
A table set
Steve, knew he was home
With a tiny leather thong,
he swung around,
in a world he did belong,
with the rythm of the sound
Around he twirled,
faster and faster
The lights swirled
He was the master!
Stripclub Steve,
a legend of his own making
A master of the pole
There was no faking,
no by your leave
To win!
His only goal!
Word spread...
Far and wide
Stripclub Steve
To see him glide!
Such dazzling skill!
You would not believe!
Now, there were championships to be won
Stripclub Steve...
A man on a mission
A man with a loaded gun!
How he twirled
How he swirled
The chrome gleamed
The contest won?
Or so it seemed
But along came Desperate Annie
A girl with a most beautiful fanny
With her feminine charm,
it filled steve with alarm!
He tightened up his leather thong
Carefully patted it all in place
For this was the serious race!
For this Geordie lad...
The prize was to be had
So with an almighty effort of will,
he grasped the chrome
The crowd was still
With a nod to the judges,
the music commenced
Stripclub Steve was home,
the trophy in the bag
he sensed...
With a twirl here
and a twirl there
The crowd gave an almighty cheer
Stripclub Steve...
Was on air!
That chrome pole,
touched his very soul
It was in the bag
He did his best
Now it was up to the judges,
if he had passed the test
Two hundred hopefuls in town...
One hundred and ninety nine girls
Steve, the only man...
The talent to unfurl...
Could he take away the crown?
Now, Stripclub Steve is a Geordie lad...
There's prizes to be had
He waited with bated breath
Had he done enough to pass the test?
A unanimous decision!
Skill on the chrome!
Our boy Steve,
brought it home!
So there it was...
A legend in his own lifetime!
The trophy raised above his head!
With the crowd roaring,
he ripped off his leather thong
and sent it soaring!
Upwards it flew...
Like a leather bat
Down it came
and hit Desperate Annie,
right in the ****!
So let this be a lesson to all you blokes...
Stripclub Steve,
our man of the chrome
Brought it home!
So spare the jokes,
read this and believe!
A Seagull Named Steve
This seagull flew by and sat a bit
Ordered tequila from a wine glass sipped.
Dressed in bright yellow
Such a delight social fellow,
Conversation made easy
In beach sands breezy.
A Jonathon Living indeed
Spreading his light giving sea diving seeds.
At first to me, a dive he did make
Up to the sun in restoration with me he did take.
In buttons of coco bean seed
I find my self hand in hand with he I need.
Washed away my blues
Into happiness hues
Of bright orange and yellow.
Across the ocean in search of loves notion
Conjured a passion sea foam potion
Potentate hurricane insane commotion.
But swirl in heavens bright blue skies
In the night full moon we did fly.
For a need for both fulfillment deep
Never to be forgotten not even in sleep.
As quickly he came this seagull named Steve
From no love forever to maybe make me believe.
But try I did truly beg him not to leave
My Jonathan Living seagull named Steve.
Yet he is gone to other seagull endeavors
Living his life among castles of pleasures.
Me
He did not leave
For in my heart
He created I think
A new start.
Dear Steve,
My vigor is exhausted as a revolutionary with a cause
My spirit is trapped in a dwindling dream
By capitalist creams
Enticing my mental stream
A forgotten face am I in the aftermath of a conscious mutiny
My heart is desolate
For the masses are desperate
And the land no longer intimate
A drought has starved my earth coloured cheeks of sorrowing rain
Supremacy is still fair
Our treasures still there
For their own there’s no care
Inequitable acts have been employed to sack our novelty
My centre rings constantly
For trusting comradery
A forced discipline not hearing me
Aubuti Bantu, a eba fela ele mantswe
Ebile nako ya gago e fetile
Khutso
(Thabiso wa ga Nkoana : 2006)
STEVE
A trickle on the water
A wave upon the sea
A chance to say, now you're on your way
Just what you mean to me
The ups and downs we all must face
Sometimes more rain than sun
But through it all, stand straight and tall
Don't answer to no-one
So go your way kid, live your life
But know before we part
that if a burden gets too much
Then look within your heart
And know I'm here, anytime you feel
the writing's on the wall
Your dad's across the water
just waiting for your call
So spread your wings, yet listen
To Gods whispers every one
And always know, in every way
I'm proud to call you Son
By Angeline Star
Eve came every night from the base
her green hair and pink shoes a disgrace
No one noticed her lack of mammory glands
and instead saw her round end and full lips
they just thought she liked big man hands.
Scrooge counted pennies
no waste at his door
Steve however was very
very very poor
brandy sour was all there was
the sweetness all gone
with morning doves
no food for thought
rations the norm
Jane left when eyes were closed
the street her only new chore
a penny for ones thoughts
as history repeats
Napoleon marched
many died
I sip my brandy
asking why?
In tilshead I met a good guy
Unfortunately he has now gone
Taken to the angels in the sky
His name was Steve baron
A North Eastern lad thats for sure
A kind heart all so pure
Talented linguist speaking pashtu
Your family and friends now miss you
A gunner was capbadge of choice
We will miss that geordie voice
Saddened to hear about your demise
Look after us left from the skies
At last my friend you can rest
You've earnt your medals on your chest
Sleep tight big man demons are gone
Your legacy will live on
Condolences to friends and family
You've left a massive void
You'll always be a drop short Steve
Banter you can't avoid
R.i.p brother in that sky
I hope you hear the lullaby
No more noise for you young man
Angel music and a beer can
R.i.p Steve baron
Simple works best to suit each face,
Thrill fond delight in easy steps;
Embark fine quest as ideas pace,
Value greets sight where good feel maps;
Enthuse the crowd with measured talk.
Jumpstart the need for great design,
Observe the proud as gains brave walk;
Boom firms the speed finesse aligns,
Set a sure pace for form and feel.
Apply the art of keen insight,
Poise charms the trace of tact and will,
Proof with sure heart the craft most bright;
Love frames meaning in gadgets sound,
Employ grand things where use astounds.
Leon Enriquez
04 May 2015
Singapore
This Christmas time, thanks for the Mac Plus,
For conceiving of the desktop for all of us,
For the graphics of the Classic, the SE/30 desired,
And for the separate LC II’s computer, most admired.
For the coloured iMacs, orange backs, green,
Red, white and blue, so fashionably keen,
And for that round iMac, with hub staring white,
Not shut down until things got awkward and tight.
But, ah, that iPod, your ingenuity streaks aloud,
Put into your pocket for a personal sound wowed;
No more the silent hill walker, but with a crowd,
That harmonious music within which you shroud.
And then the easy access iPhone, desktop mimicked,
A touch, a tap, and your there in minutes having flicked,
You left us with the 5, so how could Tim Cook diverge,
From that path of service which is so reason’s converge.
To be a Cubs fan is to be
the audience of a Greek Tragedy
Sweet is the pain as we pay admission
To bow down in October submission
Leaving bitter taste through the winter
Clinging to the lofty dreams of a winner
Commiserate and complain in the offseason
Some even threaten Southside treason
But like clockwork we rally as April draws near
Swearing as always "This is our year"!!!
Brandishing hoodies, jerseys, and lids
rushing to Wrigley, dragging the kids
Opening Day...the first pitch "Z" throws
goes for a strike as the OldStyle flows
"This year we will go all the way"!!!
Is the drunken refrain the bleacher bums say
In late May the Ivy fills in quite nicely
Yes, I know six bucks for OldStyle is pricey
But when in Rome, drink cheap beer with foam
Or sip a Bass while tuning in Ron Santo at home
You don't need to drink beer to watch them play
But on some occasions it buffers the pain
No matter the result... Ill hold my head high
It makes my day to see the "W" flag fly
As this season will mark year one hundred and one
Since our last World title was won
Lets forget about goat curses and Bartman blame
get out on the field and play the damn game
I will never give up, I will never give in
I won't lose hope on a World Series win
GO CUBBIES!!!!!!
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POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
STEVE JOBS..............'THE MAN!'
Stevie...Foot's-Bare...and-NAKED!
TRUTH-or-DARE!
Dearest...DO-YOU-DAREST?
It's...TRUTH-or-DARE!
STEVIE...STEVIE...it's-OUR-NAME!
STEVIE-STEVIE!
Stevie...Foot's-Bare...and-NAKED!
IT'S...TRUTH-OR-DARE!
DEAREST...DO---YOU---DAREST?
It's...TRUTH-or-DARE!
STEVIE...STEVIE...IT'S-OUR-NAME!
STEVIE-STEVIE...STOCK'S...OUR-NAME...ISN'T-IT?
STEVIE-STEVIE!
DUMB-AND-DUMBER...YOU-LOUSY...LOUT!
YOU...DOUBT-and-DOUBT...DUMB-DOUBTERS...ALL!
DUMB...AND-DUMBER-'N-DUMBEST!
DUMB-'N-NUMB...YOU'RE-ALL...NUMB-'N-DUMBER...'N-DUMBER(EST)!
There-was-a-MOUNTAIN...MAN...THERE-WAS...THIS-MOUNTAIN!
Do-YA-THINKS...THIS-'OL-ROCK...ROLLS-RIGHT?
ARE-YA...DUMBER-'N-DUMBER...OR-EST!
STEVIE...WE'RE...ALL...JUST...CRYING-CRYING...STOCK'S...SOARING-'N-SOARING!
I'M-DYING...AND-DYING...AND-JUST...JUST...CRYING-'N-CRYING!
YOU-WERE...DUMBER-'N-DUMBER...BUT-NOT-A-LYING!
WE...WE'RE...ALL...SO-SORRY...YOUR...FINGERS...WE-BURNT-'N-BURNT!
You-Had...THESE...ROYAL-BLUE...FINGERS!
AND-THE-BLUEST...AND-TRUEST-EYES!
There-was-THIS-'OL...MOUNTAIN-MAN...AND...MAN...HE
WAS-a...LIVING-LEGEND!
TIE-DYED...AND-TRUE!
FOOT-LOOSE...and-all...TOO-COOL!
FOOT-LOOSE...and-all...TOO-COOL!
THE...LEGEND...OF-STEVE...JOBS!
THE...LEGEND...OF-STEVE...JOBS!
A...GENIUS...OF-HIS-AND-OUR-TIME!
MOUNTAIN...MAN...MAN...A-MAN-OF-WAR!
A-MAN-O-WAR!
A-MAN-O-WAR!
STEVE-JOBS...LADIES-AND-GENTS!
STEVE-JOBS...LADIES-AND-GENTS!
FINI!!!
Poet's Own Notes:
A Terrific Song, "I'll take you there."