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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
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
as you take selfish selfie pics
Teetering on your high heels
you topple backwards like a destructive domino
Art gallery display
to the floor
Your picture won’t ever be placed in a photograph frame
You achieved your fifteen seconds of fame
You took a selfie -
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
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
leaves in the trees
an old man sitting
on a bench
and thinks of his youth
sitting on a bench
looking into his iPhone
simulates the falling
red yellowing leaves
Copyright © RUDOLPH RINALDI | Year Posted 2014
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
A holographic projection
A gravitational trajectory
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.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
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
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
We were poor
Scarcely had anything to eat
Having lost my father I had
No proper clothes
No proper home
Living in primitive conditions with
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!
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2017
Synthetic hyper realistic - eclectic not eccentric
Android Humanoid - naturalistic totally orgasmic
Unnatural physicality this futuristic fem-bot fantasy
Against all normality she is the ultimate sexpot ecstasy
Soulless secretions a monster metallic
A copy completion approaching organic
Interacting to all moods set to relieve and to please
Vampish or subservient to tease and appease
Divergent settings fed into her pretty little head
Interaction spread through every word that is said
Favoured by lust as love turns into dust
A bodacious bust that someday will rust
She will speak - she will moan and emit a sensual groan
Blood pressures spike and blown to expectant pleasures unknown
Surreal as created when she’s typically stimulated
Her veins strobed and pulsated gets hearts palpitated
Love in a box the new carnal cosmetic clocks
She shakes and she rocks and even dirty talks
Steel hearts with no gratitude just don’t have an attitude
With an artificial intelligent aptitude she is imbued
Pressure point connections are interfaced for affections
Crafted to perfections nominate a multitude of selections
She strikes a pose as you take off her clothes
No need for a rose as you undress her and expose
With positions quite endless she won’t be rebellious
Neither jealous or feckless - nor pretentious or reckless
She is luscious and salacious - certainly not capricious
But romantic and delicious or sexily flirtatious
A disheartened Delilah a gratifying Lady Godiva
Unleashing a metal messiah a pandemic pariah
Alas for us ladies lack of mystique renders the future so bleak
Ousted by electronics that supersede emotions as we speak
Perhaps settling for corporeal bots vibrating may leave us shaking
To satiate our needs without restraining, limiting or them taking?
A sincere thank you from ‘Down Under’ to my good friend WW for your contribution of the couplets which added to the ‘Electronic spice’ of my revised and revamped poetic creation.
I hope I have done you PROUD with my internal rhyming my dear friend?
I wish you a speedy recovery from your three bouts of flu. We look forward to you reposting as soon as you are feeling well
M C Sar The Real McCoy - Another Night - VERSION EUROPEA, 1993 / Feb 2013
Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018
Face to face they stand
Brain to brain
Two-eyed flesh machine
And one-eyed plastic terminal
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
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
Contest: Computer Poem
Sponsor: Carol Eastman
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015
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
PENNED ON AUGUST 14, 2014!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014
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
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
Copyright © Dennis Rarick | Year Posted 2014
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
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
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
leave this beautiful place of Earth
for a unknown existence
on a planet rocky cold dry with volcanoes erupting
something about that hazy pink sky beckons
June 22, 2015
For the contest, Subject Mars, sponsor, Joe Maverick
Copyright © Broken Wings- Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015
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!
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2016
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
Hieroglyphs and Holograms
used in old Egyptian times...
through symbols, signs and pictures;
interpreted at a glance
meanings and feelings.
Symbols would stir emotions...
provide factual knowledge.
exist in these modern times;
Used in our digital world...
pictures like smiley faces.
Just like hand signals,
Emojis speak non-verbal
a whole thought in one image
enhances verbal insights.
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
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
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
Cell Hell – for contest
devoid of interaction
cell phone amoeba
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
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!
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2016
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!
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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?
(they gather in blue confusion) so? l
So a word with a Sumar add dress h
A summer address?
· The cats break-open the weeping kitchen · e
BROWN then like perfect patterns just over t
€ = Q = U = A = L
Copyright © Robert Warlov | Year Posted 2016
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
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
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
In the ‘virtual’ world
Leading to tch, tch
A 24/7 disconnect in the ‘real’ world.
Copyright © VIJAI PANT | Year Posted 2017
Some inventors and scientists, they have both said
That science fiction books put ideas in their head
A novel that was written by Arthur C Clarke
Gave Tim Berners Lee the necessary spark
The communicator in Star Trek that was fantasy
Martin Cooper of Motorola made it reality.
Beam me up Scotty, well that’s not here yet
Research is being done and they’ll crack it, you bet.
The news pads from the movie 2001
Now everyone has a tablet for online fun
Remember talking HAL, I’m sure you all do
Computer giants researched it and made it come true.
The movie Dick Tracy where they talk on their wrist
Now the smart watch is another to add to that list
Men dressed as robots in old movies you see
Now robots build cars, no longer fantasy.
Artificial intelligence now it can change your life
Any shape any colour, you can have one as your wife
But research and tech gadgets, are we moving too fast?
Mankind might become just a thing of the past.
Take for example a factory with two hundred men
Now all you need is a robot and a workforce of ten
But it’s not something new, just look at history
Job loss came with the intro of the Spinning Jenny.
Ray guns and flying saucers at area 51
They try to tell you that nothings going on
No need to panic it’s a research facility
Whilst making space age weapons for the military.
And films have inspired the creation of drones
Controlled very easily from an app on your phones
X-Ray drones are the ones that bother me
Wear a swimsuit in the shower because they will see
Robots that can think will outwit us one day
We’ll just be a nuisance and be put out of the way
Science fiction for many is just fantasy
But it inspires the great minds in creativity.
March 7th 2018
For Science Fiction Contest sponsored by Deborah Guenther Beachboard
Copyright © Tom Cunningham | Year Posted 2018