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The curse of technology by Smith, Gary
A Technology Fast by Wash, Lara
'Technology AND Human Relationship Poem' by JTM, KIRUPA
BEFORE THE TECHNOLOGY TOOK-OVER by Kapoor, Ravindra K
Technology and a broken heart by Raynes, Lewis
Technology Wasted by Suzadail Jr., Vince
Technology Overcomes Books 5 Word Challenge by Yappen, Harlow
HOW TO TALK TO TECHNOLOGY by Grenness , Julie
old technology by alexander, elizabeth
Science and Society vs Technology by Jacks, Timothy

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And Nothing Else Matters-In an Upside Down World

Perhaps in a row they sit on their chair.
At their small object they all like to stare.
In an upside down world, the room’s silence grows.
They sit on their chair, perhaps in a row.

With both thumbs moving, such dexterity!
Faster than cheetahs their thumbs seem to be.
Some with small headphones also are grooving.
Such dexterity with both thumbs moving.

You utter a word; I doubt they will hear.
On screens, words are better than in one’s ear.
Conversing sans screen they might find absurd.
I doubt they will hear you utter a word.

I see them in class not looking at books
in spite of their teachers’ dirtiest looks.
Tell them to stop; they just give you their sass, 
not looking at books!  I see them in class.

Their phones are in use all hours of the day.
Do not even try to take them away!
You might be accused of phone/child abuse.
All hours of the day their phones are in use.

I see moms alone with a child that’s hurt,
Not even giving their child some comfort.
Nothing else matters but their precious phone.
With a child that’s hurt I see moms alone.

The cell phone’s their all - their almighty God.
Anything else for them must be a fraud.
Some only text you; they won’t take your call!
Their almighty God - the cell phone’s their all.

When did this begin? Bringing phones in school?
Kids who don’t have them are thought not too cool.
To take students’ phones is likened to sin.
Bringing phones in school. . .When did  this begin?

A time and a place there is for all things.
I hate at the movies when a phone rings!
Cell phones at dinner? An utter disgrace!
There is for all things a time and a place.

Sadly, much worse, there’s texting while driving.
If you’re not trying to be surviving,
do it! Your next ride might be in a hearse.
There’s texting while driving, sadly much worse.

Nothing else matters to addicts, I know.
*Every cloud has a silver lining though -
Less actual talking with those mad as hatters!
To addicts I know, nothing else matters.

 inspiration from the Metallica Song: Nothing Else Matters 
Written April 28, 2016 a
using Swap Quatrain style, a form created by Lorraine M. Kanter and described at Shadowpoetry.com.


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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THE DOMINO EFFECT - SELFISH SELFIE

Please do not touch Just read the signs dotted around the gallery display So you take a selfie ... What harm can it do? Your camera shutter clicks clicks clicks as you take selfish selfie pics Teetering on your high heels you topple backwards like a destructive domino Art gallery display C R A S H E S to the floor Your picture won’t ever be placed in a photograph frame But hey You achieved your fifteen seconds of fame You took a selfie - How selfish! Modern Vanity Contest Sponsored by Lewis Raynes Inspired by newspaper article where a selfie goes wrong and causes around $200k damage to artwork by British artist Simon Birch 07-15-17


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017



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ELEMENTAL DESIGNS

ELEMENTAL DESIGN

Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy

An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous 
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus 
A universal age of prosperity

Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.

The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink

The edge, a precipice.

Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
Reality?
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory 

Inertia 

Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.

The end.



(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14


Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014

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ONCE UPON A TIME

 






I was born on the closing days of
The second World War  
In a small village of north-west of Greece
Up on the mountains.

The country was devastated
After four years of occupation by
The Nazis and Fascists and
Then
A civil war followed that lasted for
Another four years
Hundreds of thousand souls were lost,
Among them members of my family
The country was left in ruins
The hatred reigned as brother was 
Killing brother
 
We were poor
Scarcely had anything to eat
Having lost my father I had
No shoes
No proper clothes
No proper home
Living in primitive conditions with
No electricity
No radio
No cars
No roads
But
Lived close to nature that nourished me
With its wild fruits and roots
That I was finding climbing up the mountains
Or descending down onto the valley
Where I was running after butterflies and birds

My bear feet were kissing the ground
Winter and summer
Feeling the cold and the heat to the point as
To become one with the soil.
 
The animals were my friends, my companions:
Goats, sheep, pigs, cows, dogs, cats
But I had to be aware of the venomous snakes,
The cunning foxes the dangerous wolves.
 
The nights I was looking up to the clear sky
Admiring the brightness of the stars
So close to God for the first time myself I found
As I was caressing with my eyes the galaxy
That crossed the horizon from mountaintop to mountaintop.
The nights when there was a full moon I could see
As far as the eye could reach and I was happy although
My rebellious stomach could not let me sleep in peace.
 
Left the village just before my twelve birthday went
To Athens, the capital and later on to Canada where
I lived, worked,  studied and taught.
Stayed there for twenty years,
Have traveled around the world:
Europe, Asia, America, Oceania
Then back to Greece where I live 
Writing and taking care of my roof garden.

Now, retired at seventy-two, look at the world as it is
Compare it with the world of my childhood and
Have the impression that have lived for centuries
Since the world at present,  as far as technology is concerned,
Is light of years ahead of the world of my village at that time
But at the same time the world today seems to have lost
Its innocence, part of its humanity and certainly its
Contact with nature and worst of all for most of us with
Its inner divine self!






© Demetrios Trifiatis
       26 March 2017



* This is my 1500th poem. I would like to thank all of you who have
supported me with your comments, ideas and love for without you
it would have been impossible to keep writing for five years here at 
the soup. Of course always are some who try to harm someone and 
not to help but even these few people I thank! 

May the Good Lord keep all of you healthy, inspired and happy!
THANK YOU!

Demetrios 
 


Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2017

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More Than Machines


Face to face they stand
Brain to brain
Two-eyed flesh machine
And one-eyed plastic terminal
Interacting systems
Inputting, outputting, precious data.

Face to face they sit
A complex team
Driven to perform
With error-free precision
In a controlled mini-world
Ruled by instant communication.

Face to face they lie
Worlds apart
Stark, cold plastic eye
Flashing programmed data;
Warm, sensitive flesh eyes
Flashing non-programmable twinkles.

Face to face they are
A new species
Ruled by the 'God' of Technology.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Contest: Computer Poem
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Judged: 04/16/2015



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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having sex - footle

buck wild
rodeo style
_______________________|
PENNED ON AUGUST 14, 2014!


Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014

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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’



Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt | Year Posted 2013

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Fall

Fall and
red yellowing 
leaves in the trees

an old man sitting 
on a bench
watches them 
fall
and thinks of his youth

a youth 
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling 
red yellowing leaves
and googles 
the future 
of trees


Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014

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BEFORE THE TECHNOLOGY TOOK-OVER


BEFORE THE TECHNOLOGY TOOK OVER.

How beautiful were those days 
When tech had not touched us
To spoil our minds and hearts
When life was simple and plain
And ambitions too were not very rosy.

When poetry music and art 
Use to inspire us to touch the sky
On the wings of our imagination
As then our dreams too were simple 
And love use to empower our hearts
To swim across any deep ocean
While singing the songs of love.

When television had not snatched
Our leisure hours from everyone of us 
And we use to dance and sing
On the call of heart touching tunes.

When mobiles had not spoiled our minds
While snatching from us, 
Our peace of mind  
When computers were a remote cry 
And internet had not ruined the purity of minds.

When as children we use to enjoy the life
While playing the Gend Tadi* (throw balls)
Or even the Gilli Danda* 
As they all use to fill us with a serene joy
Which the new technology has snatched 
From our kids and younger generations.

How beautiful were those days
When we use to enjoy the company
Of human minds and hearts
Unlike the numerous appliances 
Which we keep close to our hearts
instead of love, music and friendship.

The new generation would never know
The beauty of those precious joyous moments
Which used to embrace our hearts 
And were the result of love and affection
Which always come from non tech things.

Ravindra K Kapoor 
Kanpir India 29th Oct. 2016

Inspired poem from a Photo published by Julia Ward on face book.
   
* Indian village simple games which are played with the help of a rubber ball and two wooden made Gilli  two side conical small rod and Danda ( a little bigger rod).


Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2016

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Nuclear leak

I am the nuclear ,the unwanted power,
i pay you according to you  care:
for how long have I served you?
Provided you the energy to carry on;
sometimes you even packaged me
and exchanged me for currency;
how many of your wars have i fought?
And when in my might you triumphed
didn't you simply answer superpower?
I am the power behind your wheel,
i keep many of your industries going,
i make your night bright like sunflower
even in your health i play my role.

But in your luxury you forget,
you just forget our agreement
and begin to neglect my care
asking me to go to hell;
you begin to push me to my enemy
as you exposed my nudity to whirlwind
and asked water to deal with me as it liked
you are like a louse that lives on hound,
that thinks he is killing the hound,
where will it live after the death of the hound?
you neglect my care, you expose yourself!

But you are master of propaganda:
for failing to play your role,
what name have you not called me?
You said I am a murderer,came out with statistics
of how many i had killed, you marked me unwanted
and went on streets to shout me down;
you are quick to talk of Fukushima;
man, man ,man,your deceit is legendary,
fire is good servant...now i understand the say.

Yes i know you art,
you know how to call things names,
when you fail at you duty,
you simply say mechanical error;
and when you don't understand people,
you simply call them primitive;  
when you don't understand the misery of God,
you simply conclude he does not exist.

No, i am not afraid of your deceit
i am comfortable with who i am
you are the one looking for me
if you still want me,you are welcome,
if you don't want me again
God knows i will not ask for you.


Copyright © KAYOD5 Kayode | Year Posted 2014

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Facebook

Friends

Acting

Crazy

Everyone

Being

Of

One

Kind


Copyright © Dennis Rarick | Year Posted 2014

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The plague in Spain is carried mostly by a plane

Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!


Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2015

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Beneath A Hazy Pink Sky


The first
close-up of Mars      was 1996  since then-
a flotilla of  fly-bys   orbiters     landers     and rovers

fourth planet from the Sun
    roman God of war it is called

always the question    is Mars  habitable for living life
key to existence    water    is there water on Mars
could living creatures still exist 
perhaps    WE    will become    life on Mars

a continual chain of explorations      finding new discoveries
polar ice caps
     drifting clouds in its atmosphere
         seasonal weather patterns
                huge volcanoes  the size of Arizona
       canyons     and proof of former flooding

it is rocky and cold        and dry    with a-
a hazy pink sky     (that seems beautiful to me)

is Mars habitable for humans
the Curiosity Mars science laboratory
rover is on   a  bold  exploration       of discovery
for science
     for technology
             to find answers to questions and questions        

did you know you could send 
             a postcard to Curiosity

the future holds promise      with the launch in 2020
of a robotic science rover      seeking life
all part of the Mars exploration
program    to address the key question
      the potential for life on Mars

And why 2020 you ask
well     that is when Earth and Mars are 
     in the most advantageous positions of orbit

but for me there is another key question
would I-

     leave this beautiful place of Earth
                                       for a unknown existence
on a planet rocky    cold    dry    with volcanoes erupting

but oh
     something about that hazy pink sky    beckons

______________________________
June 22, 2015


Free Verse

For the contest, Subject Mars, sponsor, Joe Maverick

Third Place 


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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A Storm Is Brewing

A storm is brewing.
Humanity is itself undoing.
No common good are men pursuing.
Anyone who stand for morals we're booing.

All focus on taking.
Every taboo we're breaking--
Self-control mankind is forsaking.
Godless science accelerating, never braking.

Media families so amusing!
Gender lines deliberately confusing.
Their hidden agendas subtly diffusing.
Enough is enough is enough.  Start refusing!

2016-04-16




Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016

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HE DIDN'T GET THE MESSAGE - COLLABORATION

There once was a fellow named Ted Who recently in church got wed His wife was in the mood Laying there in the nude… He was texting his friends instead! He was sending text after text His new wife was feeling quite vexed 'I'm after your bone - now get off your phone .... Or I'll leave if I'm under sexed! A collaboration with Jospeh May Both Poems inspired by 'And Nothing Else Matters' By Andrea Dietrich 1st May 2016


Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Hieroglyphs and Holograms


Hieroglyphs and Holograms


Hieroglyphics
   used in old Egyptian times...
      communication
through symbols, signs and pictures;
non-verbal interactions.

Ancient Egyptians
   interpreted at a glance
      meanings and feelings.
Symbols would stir emotions...
provide factual knowledge.

Hieroglyphics 
   exist in these modern times;
      new name...Emoji.
Used in our digital world...
pictures like smiley faces.

Just like hand signals,
   Emojis speak non-verbal
      emotions, feelings...
a whole thought in one image
enhances verbal insights.

Holograms...new tech...
   3-D visions, light induced.
      Like feats of magic,
project images not there...
visions that hang in the air.

Where will this tech lead...
   like ancient Hieroglyphs 
      replaced by plain words...
will we reverse the process;
draw 3-D symbols in air...

Language of symbols...
   holograms show more than words;
      images and signs
3-D Hieroglyphics... 
expressions of tomorrow...?


Sandra M. Haight

Emoji: digital technology, a small digital picture or pictorial symbol that represents a thing, feeling, concept, etc., used in text messages and other electronic communications and usually part of a standardized set. 
Example: She texted me an emoji of “money with wings,” which may mean she’s out shopping.



Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

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CyberPoetry: ClearNet

The Internet or cyberspace needs you to trust it, even though embarrassing vulnerabilities will reveal your lack of wit.  

Tech savvy users, ciphered chatting and risk calculus, reading the terms of service, as it could be the catalyst...  

To consented digital surveillance, data-mining and analytical buffoonery, who can you choose to be if you are truly not free?  

Cameras are everywhere, in the sky and in our pocket, accessed through transmission control protocol sockets.  

The clear net is the internet minus the deep and the dark monikers, you can get high off your own supply of virtual encrypted liquors.  

Download an app from any store and your identity may be stolen, by pirates with bad intentions, a wolf in sheeps’ clothing.  

A sheep in wolves clothing, is software maliciously exploited, with he intent of hurting developers, hoping everyone will avoid it.  

Now here comes the patches, updates and recommended use, just like substance abuse, addictive qualities will be produced.


Copyright © Derriziel Pierce | Year Posted 2015

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CELL HELL - for contest

Cell Hell – for contest


isolationist
devoid of interaction
cell phone amoeba


John G. Lawless
8/19/2015


Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015

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Fast Food Kitchen

When at home its often fast food I crave,
might even be leftovers that I saved,
always in a race,
open and shut case,
thank God for my nuke everything microwave!






12-20-16





Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016

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Big Brother

 They've tuned into your frequency
  And watch you from your TV
   Invading your privacy
  As your thoughts they oversee

 They hack into our cell phones
  Stealing all our pics
 Everything we own
  They find by just a click

 Big Brother's  always watching you
    Through a secret door
  They have us under full review
  It's nineteen eighty four! 
               .-.
3/8/17
 



Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017

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s HIP

 An inquiry into form






There-                            Not here?


Start over-                     A planet and good for YOU!   maybe-


 'Bigger than a breadbox?

So-     vegetable!    GREEN     like €x spec tations


HERE-                    n OT  THERE?


Not again?!             therefore  "w€ s€€"?


NO      Justa                 s  p  a  c  e        (maybe)

with a shape!          Like mathematicians?
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    (they gather in blue confusion)    so?                             l
                                                                                     i
So a word with a Sumar    add dress                               h
                                                                     A summer address?
    ·  The cats break-open the weeping kitchen  ·            e
                                                                                h
BROWN then         like perfect patterns        just over  t  
                                                        
                                                         and

                                              € = Q = U = A = L


Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016

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Mobile

Mobile


You were standing alone with your mind on your phone
And you never saw me as I walked on by.
You were staring deep into your screen and you never saw me,
So I just kept on walking on by.
With your head in your Facebook, I never got a second look
And I guess I missed out on the first.
You are so deeply engrossed that you missed me the most;
You love having the best phone and that makes you the worst.


With your head in the cloud you are never around,
So how can I compliment you tonight?
With your eyes never here and always there, 
It just seems to me that you do not care;
So I wave you goodbye and walk out of your life.


Now your battery has died and the power has been cut,
You finally notice me walking on by.
You think I really do like him, but he does not even notice me,
With that woman and a ring on his hand.
You have missed out on love
And it was all just because,
You were connected to your mobile phone, not this man.
So you never had the chance to connect to romance,
Or the love that I know you could have had.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.


Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2017

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The 24 By 7 Disconnect

While attending a social do
You meet and greet others
It’s more a social norm
Than any ‘real’ connect
As you attend to calls
Or get yourself updated with ‘Updates’
Or simply fiddle with your phone
And mind you
You are not alone
Almost everyone is doing the same
Some listless bites of conversation
While chomping on the fare
And it’s time to take leave
But ironically
The same social do
Which you had so perfunctorily attended
Finds the pride of place
On social sites
And horror of horrors
You too find yourself
Engaged in mindless chatter
With the very same crowd
You didn’t much involve yourself with
Just a couple of hours before
In that crowded venue
The story is the same
Whether you are with friends, family or neighbours
The present moments are sacrificed
With ‘smart’ phones smartly severing you
From your surroundings
Ironically when face to face
No one has much to say
But there’s frenzied socialization
Every day
In the ‘virtual’ world
Leading to tch, tch
A 24/7 disconnect in the ‘real’ world.



Copyright © VIJAI PANT | Year Posted 2017

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Technology is Changing the World

Note: Written from the perspective of a teenager.

Our older brothers and sisters Were the last to live without technology Our generation wouldn’t last a day Without a cell phone in their hands It’s too late for most. Our younger brothers and sisters Are growing up with technology A ride in the car requires an iPad Without a screen life is unbearable It’s too late for most. Our moms and dads Are already adjusted to technology There lives wouldn’t function without their computer Technology is not a problem The way we are getting used to it is.


Copyright © Jimmy Mxxxxx | Year Posted 2014

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Technology and the Environment

He must save the world,
He who is one with machines.

We’ve dug a deep hole,
Too deep for men with shovels.
Erosion of soil,
Habitat degradation.
Lack of fresh water,
Just look at California.

Who can save our world?
Engineers that build the truss.
Which can hold our load,
These burdens we self-impose,
Look forward: There’s no way back.


Copyright © Mike A. | Year Posted 2015