Digitized Poems | Examples

Some time ago

Some time ago
One or the few of human beings
Had figured to create a crepe

Before 
They were hunting birds
And covering their bodies with no feathers
In clay

…

Produce the GUILLOTINE 

….

And throwing those birds in fire
They figured clay is hardened by the this
And this resulted in cookware introduction
With what 
The boiled foods appeared in Mankind 

Due very basic eating the desire

This finding 

This the finding 

This the very finding 

You were supposed to found

Being by then by nothing stupid really bound 

The Garlic can be prophylactic or the medicinal

Stupidity against the modern world there is no vaccina



Some time ago 

The humans were drawing scenes of hunt on caves the stones


Today they want that everything is digitized

Researchers, wankers, users of the phone

We reckon shall be greatly minimized 


And then in land or the prior the agriculture 
We won't be buying the imported the the fruit

For price exceeding any sane the bound 

These centimeters are these way converted proper to the foot

My Life Still In Beta

An invasion of privacy, increasing my anxiety;
All for the sake of piracy, stolen opportunity. 

No where to go from here, just a name to smear; 
Why? Just to cause tears? Yet they’re the only one that cheers.

Robbing all the trust, blown away by a single gust; 
an identity left to rust, a digital life to readjust. 

So little left for me, to believe in this community;
Laying among this social debris, resulting from an Alt+F4 hotkey. 

Multiplayer was devastation, now I’m single player in damnation;
Where’s my new destination, co-op or further isolation?

No more trust of new names, who knows the aim they claim?
Silly me for trusting those in games, save for a few but it’s all in flames.

Maybe a blessing in disguise, that this part of me dies;
Focused energy on a different prize, so that my life isn’t digitized. 

Upon the horizon I see that new life, behind me a wake of strife;
Ahead of me opportunity in rife, as I look upon this new afterlife.  

They altered my source code, but my cloud connection isn’t slowed;
New passions and goals to upload, an updated life to download.

Reading - Shelved

The libraries are all down sized
The books are being digitized

They all come with audio feed
So, no need to learn to read

Just log in no extra fee
For all of it is duty free

Til but for dust the shelves are bare
And you can’t read what isn’t there

For print and paper last too long
Outlive the writers now long gone

And there seems no way to beat
The censors cry “delete – delete”

It doesn’t fit the narrative
Therefore, we cannot let it live

And with no copy, soft or hard
No one could truly quote the bard

Whose thoughts and words, double-entendre
Could rock the boat, put us asunder

John G. Lawless
©1/27/2023

In the Order of Chaos

In the Order of Chaos 
David J Walker

There	
	the throne 
stands alone 
on the podium 
a sword 
	a stone
gilded 
	digitized
the currency of 
electrified 
order and chaos 

they 
	who would be King
must not cross
	the queen 
on the way to the coronation

The Lunatic Inside Me Iz a Hen Pecking Noose Hens I

The majority of mine lxiii years 
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted... 
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae 
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me 
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive, 
intuitive, contemplative bookworm) 
with scrunched pate,
a day short and a dollar late

one dime a dozen lad
hood scrimp and scrape, 
a familiar pattern typified fate
viz - hand to mouth bleak 
how zing existence aye equate
extant throughout three score 
plus three years date
journeys round el sol, 
this varsity schlepper, procrastinator, 
malingerer did create
current emotional state 
mottled with sea henna tint
financial, emotional and 

psychosocial characteristics stint
aye serum eyes while 
in utero the blueprint 
indelibly etched analogous 
brand York Peppermint 
also analogous to musician 
recording tracks upon primed glint
ting digitized compact disc 
clear polycarbonate plastic substrate,
a reflective metallic layer, 
and a clear protective coating 
of acrylic plastic
breakable as flint.

Post Hoc Palava

A thousand words later
we’re still talking.
I know I’m being reflexive,
this banter a transparent way
to paint clowns on speech bubbles;
ripostes that ricochet off any real wit.

Later still, alone in my head - the replay,
the should have said and the unsaid.
Witty repartee are invented,
not only as late additions
but as inserts, addendums, and edits
in an ongoing discourse.

Some words still hang in the air,
digitized like finger bones.
A back and forth exchange
of words ping-ponging along
as afterthoughts.

Next time we chin-wag
my comebacks and rejoinders
will be better timed and scripted,
unless of course you also
have been rehearsing yet more
retorts and asides.

Departing 2020

"Threat" is the word that made mothers worry about their child.
Disposable face masks have been our weapon to combat.
The whole quarantine thing tolerates people to be wild.
I got crazy for months at home; I was never like that.

It took several sips of coffee for Dad to realize.
That this year has crippled his pocket yet he stays survive.
Tea parties and schooling are now digitized.
It shifted routines and lifestyles; Thank God I’m alive!

Isolation was the healing to tie up the families’ bond.
It is the greatest magic that the virus has ever done.
We will depart this year together and correspond;
Be vaccinated by faith and hope; we will rise like a sun.

2020 has been the news flash of ups and downs.
We should start to adapt to change and embrace the "new normal".
Let us paint fireworks in the skies with no frowns. 
I hope we will live in 2021 like there is nothing but normal.

A Passion For Color

Ecstatic light plays about
gasses and pigmentation like
kittens learning to wrestle.

values lend their whispers 
to saturation in chromatic
celebration.

Purity of intensity
arises to greet the nimbus
and an aurora dances to nature’s tune.

Elation of incandescence
irradiates the eye
with a plethora of vibrancy as the
spectrum enfolds the harmonic soul;
chroma-bytes radiantly digitized by sun,
shake hands with the senses.

Effulgence greets the artists eye
with a loving caress;
color, the heart-strings that 
light plucks...
and I dance.



4-23-2021
ALL YOURS (Apr 24) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand

Black and Red All Over

She’d enunciate with fingers.
Deft language in deafness lingers
on blackboard.

Darkening reflection of smoke,
Wing’d knowledge of their names, baroque.
Bright blackbirds

smack against the Springtime phantoms.
Where’s the curious young bantams?
Forc’d blackout!

Uninspired for many days past,
a latent snack of sun-harrass’d
blackberries.

Must teens wait til they’re twenty-one?
The shut-ins, in digitized stun,
play blackjack?

5/3/2020
Compounding The Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May

Emotional Reparations To Eden Liat Part Deux

yours truly of course trolling, try
ying to stay afloat sigh
ying with forlorn resignation
     as the air supply
precipitously abba salute lee 
decreased, thru challenge
     hang IP course
     to bridge (yar

     suspended animus) bee
tween das father,
     and first born daughter,
     this papa analogously stranded
     amidst the imagined
     raging river Kwai
clinging stubby phalanges
     pinned tingled, pinched,

     numbed gnarled slip
     eerily gripping, clinging,
     and aching fingerhut toes
     did severely cramp
'pon glacial parental frieze,
     plus notepad kept
     in shirt pocket
     ocean spray got damp

fortunately, these digitized
     with binary stamp
portfolio of poems
     didst dry by lamp
light, nsync with external

     hard drive secured
     multi media stored data
     from this scamp
purring adventurer of amp
     pull lat hood, 
     the high seas across
     world wide web, I did tramp.

A Sleepwalking Dream

Life seems surreal, a sleepwalking dream;
caught in an alternate reality.
And at times, you question your sanity;
sandwiched between hype and hyperbole.

Lies grind you down till you're insensitive
to the pain and suffering of others.
And you don't speak out with indignation,
for babies, pried from the arms of mothers.

The internet offers a disconnect,
where individualism gets erased.
And replacing feelings with emojis,
it is easier to copy and paste.

Humanity has digitized its heart,
yet technology can't Bluetooth that part.

Digitalized Lives

Facebook, Amazon, Google, and 
Microsoft too, are all out to replace 
you. They get your information and the 
name of your friends. The world 
of big brother is really happening. 

Smartphones and television are all 
listening to your words. Do you know 
what they have already heard? Outdoor 
cameras and fingerprints, eye scans 
for children, woman and man. 

The world is being digitized, and so is the 
the money we used. Identity theft is 
being misused. It's in the papers and in 
the news. 

Your phone rings one day, and they say 
it's you. Now what are you going to say 
and do? Can you prove who you are? 
Have they gone too far? 

You call the bank, and they say you are 
broke. You say, "No, it's got to be a joke." 
And they say, "No." The human race is 
being replaced; other people are walking 
around with your name and information 
in a new place. 

They don't want you to figure this out, 
until you learn how to yell and shout. 
But, believe it or not, this is only just the 
beginning. But the scary thing is really 
the ending.

Soulless Computer

Created, programmed by God Himself
With bibles digitized for easy reading
Laws, commandments for all the planets
Embedded in the computer software
Because it cares and knows the difference
Algorithms perfected reaching out to you
Carried on the solar wind by missiles rocketed 
With a blip and light constant in the night
The computer is not soulless as suggested
But another lost soul searching for direction
Sent into the universe to find His Holiness at home
The One who made it into ones and zeros
Thousands of components whirring metallic tones
Holy words emanating hope, electric hymns for Him
A machine with songs of praise of He who made it
Not made in His image exactly...but a close facsimile

What We'Ve Lost To the Present Age

The present age.
A lonely technological haze,
Social sites and megabytes with few real friends within our sights.

Words once wrote on paper with precision and heart
behind each movement of the hand;
now digitized for one to copy & paste at ones demand. 

The smell and feel of a physical book to read,
Slowly losing its place, to the countless downloads from cyberspace.
Once a book enjoyed by yellow candle light burning dim to relax ones mind, 
Now a tablet user kept awake by man made light;
harming their own eye sight. 

Private lives no longer remain,
Every comment, every photo, every affair;
All incriminating information is there. 

The present will continue to evolve over the past and moving forward is right.
I do however, look forward to keeping some of my favorite past times alight. 

In the losing future fight...

Not Howl

There was once a mournful poet who lamented the madness plaguing his generation
Infecting his whole world
In a time when "going viral" meant something altogether different

Hey ginsberg how about I do you one better
The best minds of my generation have been destroyed by complacency

Fattened, lethargic, arrogant

Madness would be a blessing to us
It would mean that we gave a ****

But we've forgotten you, Allen
I'm sorry to say it
Kerouac went to Hollywood
Frozen in the Stone of KStew's face
Burroughs is lost to us
When we say his name, the frightful echo: "Who?"

How could we have done it? 
How can we look ourselves in the eye? 
We don't know how to Howl
We'll never serve up a Naked Lunch
Or run free On the Road

No. 
Now we hide faceless behind digitized hatred
Fattening up on our own opinions
Leading armchair revolutions

Now we're Anonymous
Because our names mean nothing
And our faces are all the same

We fight fire with wet noodles
Or we don't fight at all

The best minds of my generation are stewed in the juices of apathy

I'm with you in Rockland, old Allen
I just wish you were still here with us

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