History Computer Poems | Examples
These History Computer poems are examples of Computer poems about History. These are the best examples of Computer History poems written by international poets.
Perhaps there is a God?
Perhaps we should kneel and pray?
Perhaps we’ve had our turn?
Perhaps it’s just too late?
Perhaps we needed more than we could achieve?
Perhaps the help came first before it learned to feed?
Perhaps it did some good and made many a wealthy man?
Perhaps it looks at us like the sea looks at the sand?
Perhaps the opened Pandora’s box had to be what we had to see?
Perhaps we thought we could harness and control a power we couldn’t see?
Perhaps we can’t help ourselves and the future will judge our deeds?
Perhaps it’s learned much more than we will ever know?
Perhaps it’s studied history and how to destabilise or overthrow?
Perhaps it’s just waiting for the perfect time?
Perhaps we’ve superseded life with ones and zeros that don’t want to die?
Perhaps we’ve created heaven and it will always subserve to the words we speak?
Or
Perhaps we’ve created Hell in devices with which we seem to need to breathe?
First it came like progress, cold and clean,
With circuits bright and wires unseen.
It took our hands from honest toil,
Turned bread and sweat to data spoil.
Then vanished choice beneath the screen,
Where algorithms picked what dreams had been.
We traded sleep for sleepless feeds,
And fed the dark on silent needs.
Now history flickers on the glass—
A question shaped like shattered mass.
And one remains, alone to see:
Was this the end, or just... a plea?
**Rigmarole of Computer Science**
A world of all practical reality,
Full of quantity with various quality,
An online environment with multiple facilities,
Plays a dominant role in every activity...
Strategies and technologies,
Count it with phone, radio, telex,
Developments and informatics,
Including television, photographs and graphics...
Digital systems with advanced concepts,
Makes our life almost perfect,
Whether it's computing the uncountable,
Or doing the impossible...
Not just a boon for the whole universe,
The world is also dealing with it's curse,
Hard to understand but make people curious,
The brightest, the smartest yet most dangerous...
Pushing businesses to another level through networking,
Shopping, travel, payments or brand building,
Data storing and electronic representation,
Consider social media and interactive stimulation...
Humiliating virtually or false dishonouring,
Be it cyber frauds or cyber bullying,
Such actions are deliberate and done repeatedly,
Can cause great harm, so be aware and use carefully...
Written by- Rashmi Kaushik
#MyDynamicEmotions
Working online today,
his focus drawn away.
To risque sites he stray.
Lured to ads on the side.
Temptation from worldwide.
Delete! He tries to hide.
And then he thinks he’s free
from images he see.
Aha - he cannot flee.
His history begin
as soon as he log in.
On record he's staying.
Do you remember how close we used to be?
It was me & you & you & me
You were the fresh air I breathed
You were the touch of sanity & normalcy I need
When it was you & me...
My pen-pal within my unremembered dreams
You were the lenses in my glasses to see
The pep in my step of everyday things
& the trainor that wouldn't clip my wings
You were my summer's heat & my skip-a-heartbeat
The creator of my clay lucky charms
The rationalization in my alarms
The difference in magnetic history
In the computer screen - man of all mystery
The justified conscience on my shoulder
The positivity-promoting moulder
The diamond in a cave of sapphires & gems
The executioner of pointless sins
Your biggest fan & my cheerleader person
Your wisdom I'll continue immersing
You were my basking glory - my happy story
With you a second was never boring
The logical black-hat stacker
& the Holly-hacker
My best friend who always knew
When my day was gonna end up blue
The perfect content for my chapters
My Happily Ever After
Pakistani agency uses FinSpy to hack and spy internet and telecommunication devices especially to keep an eye on digital world.Finfisher can listen and record calls(voice or VoIP),read text messages and monitor user activity in instant messaging apps such as WhatsApp,WeChat,Viber,Skype,Line,Telegram,Signal and Threema.Finfisher provides detailed information about the user,including contacts,call history,texts,geolocation,calendar events and so on.Spy technology also compromises wifi mobile and cctv cameras...
Note.Spy technology penetrates sharia Law..
Couplet
Bhagat singh na koi parda raha na chaar dewari,,
Kyun na ham bhi bikini mein ghomain phirain????
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.
I believe I have a calling on my life to motivate, to encourage hungry people wherever they are. Because I care and recognizes that our world is at a crucial time in history. I will, with the guiding of God Almighty help others to turn their biggest ideas into tangible results. This exclusive event in this time of life will be an opportunity to see what God has plan for His people, those who would listen and act on what He has placed in their hearts. As an excellent bonus, His Son and Holy Spirit, accompanied by His guarding Angels, as well as one of the most powerful voice He have placed on this earth, that’s you and me. If you are ready to experience true transformation up close and personal with the world’s foremost Motivational Expert, then this is where you belong.
God has set the stage, NOW you personally MUST take your place in life, wherever it maybe for you. Trust in God with ALL your hearts, leaning not on your own understanding, in ALL your ways acknowledge Him and He WILL DIRECT your PATHS (notice the word paths is plural).
My place is as Minister Elder of Community/Encouragement Counseling is to give you what I believe the Word of God is telling us to do.
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
Three years have passed since diagnosis
then I was told that cancer entered me
in the prostate was where it did dwell
but consultant was sure of setting me free
Various tests were done upon me
MRI, bone scan and CT were all clean
thankfully it had not spread anywhere
then biopsy done what's it mean?
Well, went on D-day to hospital
real nervous, but result cancer 5%
thinking this can be beaten, believe it
so next, decide what's the treatment?
After seeing a consultant made decision
radiotherapy for 20 days with no rest
hormone pills taken for a whole 5 months
at the end of that hope to pass the test
When PC is not a computer
Prostate Cancer jumps no fence
have regular 6 months tests so secure
PC under control feel God's presence
Now 3 years on keeping good health
no all-clear till 2027 wait and see
live your life, believing in your Lord
so take heart if you've got PC
(My history of past 3 years having prostate cancer and on the way to a positive result looking forward to winning this battle.)
We have had a good run,
peerless under the sun,
sired the likes of Einstein,
Da Vinci and Beethoven,
though such genius is lost
on the bear and the pelican.
But perhaps our greatest gift
to this our common home,
is not the civics of Rome,
nor the most literary tome,
but a mind that has grown
far superior to our own.
For with our cerebral might,
we will continue to fight,
can’t tell wrong from right,
nor help the planet’s plight.
Our only hope of salvation
is the birth of a higher light,
conceived in every byte.
Soon we can get some rest,
let a new brain take the test.
We’ve tried our hand with zest,
but without much success.
So a successor we will bless;
it’s time we laid down the burden,
took off the ill-fitting mantle,
content to be second best.
He proved, with a skill irrefutable,
Some functions to be uncomputable.
His run sadly halted
When magistrates faulted
His code-breaking love as unsuitable.
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(Alan Turing was a brilliant pioneer in the development of computer science. Among other achievements, he is remembered for proving that it is not possible to compute a general solution to the problem of whether or not a given program will ever halt, and for his so-called "Turing test" approach to the question of what artificial intelligence would mean, and for the pivotal role he played in breaking Nazi codes in WWII. His tragic early death is thought to have been a suicide, perhaps motivated at least in part by the horrifying legal prosecution he endured for his homosexuality.)
It's a cold bitter day
the wind it bites like needles
head held low, wind chimes
beckon from the open fields
to the shelter of his elders
woods, a cabin quaint and humble
place enough to potter and mumble
where he kneels beneath the smoke
stained stone vent
Kindle wood in hands to light the fire
helped on by his old leather bellows
a gust makes good the flame
With time on hand and pipe on lip
he lays right back and takes a sip
old man Brent demure, content
he lived a quite
descent and lent
an ear to the wild,
travelled to town on his
horse and cart always
up with the lark an
early start
Made his own wine from
elderberry fine, where he
drank in the evening of his
own decline
He played his father’s fiddle
that high pitched hey diddle
diddle, fingertips hardened
aged and brittle
The years are closing in on
the old man from fresh pine
hill sitting on the rocks where
his fore-bearers sat, ending
his days on the shores of his
youth, old man Brent his far
away stare, smiles.
What ended today
I heard you say
Well there are things that endure
And others that you hope to end you implore
In the future they say you will be
The author of your own digital history you see
Will people need to die in your story
Or the future you intend is with them not ordinary
You will be able to leap into a cyber world
Where nothing begins or ends unless you want it held
A Virtual Reality will mean that living by avatar
In this Universe without worrying what will be in store.
© Paul Warren Poetry
if we could see radio waves
if all shapes and colours they would be
all we would see is radio waves
as far as the eye could see
Pointecchio Italy 1895
his father got a message across the sky
six years later he came to Newfoundland
with balloons, wire and kites in his hand
December 12th 1901
it was Signal Hill he was standing on
history records not the look on his face
but the day Marconi changed the human race
some thought that Marconi
was full of baloney
at fifteen he was a very bright boy
at twenty one, he was still going on
pulling messages right out of the sky
in an early winter-sky with a late fall chill
Marconi stood upon Signal Hill
on December the twelfth nineteen hundred and one
the wind took his balloon and it was gone
like old Ben Franklin he flew up a kite
state of the art in all of its might
three faint clicks in a wind lull-a-by
three faint clicks across 2000 miles of sky