Funny Computer Poems | Examples
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AI's Favorite Guy
My dear, you’ve found a brand new love
Not me, your wife, but bytes above.
ChatGPT, Gemini, in your ear,
Whispering sweet nothings, oh so clear.
You spend your days in digital dreams,
While I’m left here with mortal schemes.
If AI had a beating heart,
I’m sure you’d swap and never part.
“Marry me, dear chatbot,” you’d cry,
For she’s so wise and never lies.
She gives advice, she doesn’t nag,
She never rolls her eyes or drags.
Oh, how she answers, every call,
No petty squabbles none at all!
Her perfect logic, endless cheer,
A cyber-siren in your ear.
Yet here I stand, in flesh and bone,
While you romance a microphone.
But darling, don’t you fret too much
I know your AI love’s a crutch.
So I’ll just laugh, pour me some wine,
And watch you woo your bot divine.
Enjoy your chatbot wedding night
I’ll be here, with the Wi-Fi light.
Write on paper or computer,
my ink will run away.
Thoughts and feelings,
are set on fire to be told.
Maybe true or maybe false,
words will write the tale.
Write on paper or computer,
what will I have to say?
I never know,
what my mind or muse will come up with.
Maybe funny or maybe sad,
I must play along.
Write on paper or computer,
a true writer must write on.
Oh yes I say,
write on until you are done.
©7 Spot Winner - Artimus The Poet, Susan Manley 12/24/2024
Inspired by a meme and my boyfriend.
Fingertips click a
desperate breakbeat
as eyes glaze over
in blue light baptism
please overwhelm me
Binary jungle,
you glowing cesspit
through the clipping
curtain echoes a choir
of post-post ironic
agoraphobics.
Dopamine is a myth,
an expired meme
deemed mega cringe
Let the file rot into
informational abscess
Here we all wait before
Heaven's blockchained gate
tired of partaking into
a satire so removed from
a cogent solution,
It is simply void.
Here is coldest oblivion in
this stupid cyborg machine,
but the world is so
Y2K heat death-core
Whatever that means
It turned a generation
made us abandonware
Just to feed us nostalgia
for times when we
would bother to care.
scramble the bots there’s a new weirdo in town
using up the sun, talking un-abbreviatedly odd
some skin looking healthier than the rest of us,
us, junkies of likes – us, beyonders of midnight
I will leave it to the bots to sort out this reality
A software programmer named Arty Fishal
Tried to design something beneficial
But his programming
Was rather damming
Not unlike intelligence, artificial
As they push their wannabe pie in the sky
In our face until we see eye-to-their-eye
But the more they push
That tells me their tush
Actually shat out the @#$%!, they call AI
We learn that it takes lots of borrowed money
To try making us believe clouds are sunny
So they’re giving a try
At slinging AI
Which is too devious to be funny
Written by Gail R DeBole
on June 20, 2022
A texter who texted all day
When in-person had not much to say.
He lived life on his text-screen
Never ran out of text-steam
And sent messages that seemed ultra-brave.
Humpty dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on the firewall
Seeking open ports through which to crawl
Finding one he went on a brawl
Lo another insecure server fall
All the kings techies and every nerd
Plugged the gaps flustered and red
Like a rabbit Humpty Dumpty had bred
And on all the computers he had spread
TIME issues:
1. Whenever I am short on time, I eat my watch, and always have seconds to spare.
2. Why do I still buy old clocks and collectible watches in a cellphone age? I love keeping time.
Written by Gail R DeBole
On September 18, 2021
Updated on September 20, 2021
Likes are nice,
But Retweets are sweet.
Faves are all the rave,
But Retweets are hard to beat.
(Tribute to the writing style of American poet Ogden Nash and his poem "Reflections on Ice Breaking" written in the year 1931.)
Four X Four
Talented, mind blowing, stunning
Dareesh maar Khan cunning
Heroic, jolly, scene creator,
Producer, Director, chief editor
Serious, funny and vocational
Committed, concerned and educational
Flop, bottom and Top
Start, End full stop...
Note. Professors don't follow motivational speakers.
Lesson. Maps can only guide those who can read them.
I bought a new replacement brain from Amazon
With a lifetime warrantee
delivered and installed by Amazon technicians
in your home
It said on the web site that it was imported
And I now speak a new language
The devil did hack God’s computer
And gave it a nasty virus
Now when he tries to upload the sun
All that pops up is, Miley Cyrus
God asked “If I could try fix it”
The program, I couldn’t find
Just funny pictures of cats and dogs
And a contract from death, still unsigned
Now, I have been trying for ages
But a solution I still cannot see
I’ve reset it to factory settings
Tried deleting all history
For now, it seems we are stuck
With Miley staring down from the sky
Men, young and old, so confused
Not knowing whether to laugh or to cry
Now, Miley’s OK… up to a point
But she hardly brings the world light
If God doesn’t find a solution soon
We’ll be condemned to eternal night
Though God, has at last had an idea
Probably the best one he’s had
He’s going to run the world from now on
From an app, on his personal I-pad
Though God really should have known better
Protected his precious P.C.
God should have had a safe password
God, should have installed McAfee
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
I have been told, when I use the compute it always goes awry.
I have been told, do not blame the computer it is just a crazy machine.
I have been told, do not anguish over my typing.
I have been told, if I dream and assuage about my words I will feel better.
I have been told, I must absolve my fingers from my mistakes.
I have been told, to just talk to my fingers but they will not listen.
I have been told, I should not hold atrocious guilt when I do not win.
I have been told, I need to absolve myself and try another contest.
I have been told, there will always be another contest to enter.
I have been told, my appetency to win is what keeps me going.
I have been told, it is all about the allure of poetry that keeps me writing.
I have been told, true writers love to write.
Date: 10/27/2019
(A Cat’s Viewpoint)
My mommy spends a lot of time
playing with her pet, ka’pooter;
I like to lay up in her lap
when she’s playing;
ka’pooter talks to her sometimes,
it makes no sense.
Ka’pooter has a gazillion faces
and turns into lots of creatures.
When mommy’s typing up her poe-tree,
little tiny figures appear;
I guess it’s what her poe-tree’s made out of.
I love laying in mommy’s lap but
I hate it that ka’pooter gets
more attention than I do.
I think mommy just likes those
clicky things on what she calls a kee-bored.
At times, when mommy’s not at home
I try to talk to ka’pooter;
to tell it how I feel but, it won’t talk to me;
it won’t even show me its faces!
I think ka-pooter’s a lot like a dog
it doesn’t like cats like me...
Wait...one of them little kee thingy’s
just flew off...hey, wait up, let’s play!