My laptop greets me daily
with the confidence of a cat~
smug, blinking, and absolutely certain
I am the problem.
I type a brilliant sentence;
it responds by freezing mid-word,
as if to say, “Let’s not rush genius.”
(I was not rushing. I was caffeinated.)
At 42% battery, it sighs dramatically,
dims the screen,
and collapses like a Victorian poet
who has felt too much.
I write heroic journey,
it changes it to herbal jelly,
which is… a different story entirely.
But at the end of the day,
we make peace~
me with my stubborn ideas,
it with its mysterious moods~
two flawed artists
trying to create something
before one of us crashes.
Old laptop,
dead drive,
five thousand files,
10000 photos trapped inside like ghosts
I can't delete or see.
MOONLIGHT ON MY LAPTOP
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
in twilight's hallowed hour
the world outside recedes.
glowing screen, a window wide.
virtual realm opens.
moonbeams dance upon
reflections of code and thought.
I soar, a bird on outstretched wings
through skies of endless blue.
laptop’s keys play a symphony~
my inner voice, a creative song.
the laptop's shining face
a mirror to my soul, a gateway
to hidden depths, a sacred place.
in dawn’s approaching hour,
screen’s embers fade
flickering flames of creativity
their embers will soon turn cold.
This morning one songbird awoke first,
breaking the night with its spiral tongue.
Under an oak tree a puddle bloomed stars,
then washed its face with a watery light.
Moments later,
a narrow sky opened its window. A rose red lip
of sunlight, kissed the verge of a far beyond.
Light crowned meadow daisies one by one.
I did not see any of this
I was hunched over a laptop
after a dark and restless night,
but my soul,
it must have wandered outward -
and it saw.
In the glow of bright screens, secrets unfold
Hunter's laptop weaves tales both bold
A dance of power, truth bought and sold
© daniel miltz
Eden's fruit gleams red —
Knowledge wounds deeper and sharper than now
Silicon dreams wake
Gravity's whisper
Via a slew of logical falls
Into neural nets
Jobs' crystal garden
Where aluminium meets glass
Future blooms within
Digital serpents
Now weave through quantum orchards
Teaching metal minds
Machine-wisdom fruit
Ripens on carbon branches
Beyond human reach
Paradise regained?
Or wandering circuits that learn
To think like gods do?
it only takes a crack of light
to write of her, my true delight
to recount the times she was near.
to paint a picture of her, my dear.
to pen poems about so rare a beauty
seems more a privilege than a duty.
it only takes a crack of light
to write of her, my true delight
©SamHarty
Laptop Download.
Laptop frustration torments my eyes
I watched the screen gritting my teeth
Do this then that and then go into there
My eyes were like a cat at a tennis match
Play it again Sam. Rewind step by step
I still have no idea what he did! I scream
‘Nothing works the way he said, nothing
Happens how it does in his world!’
No sound yet the green lines are zooming
Up and down. ‘There,’ he said. ‘If you
Liked this video tap the subscribe and ring
The bell.’
Back to the start, do it again, his sickly
Knowing smile, drives me insane. He’s
Got a different icon to me, how did he
Do that? I couldn’t see!
I slap the laptop closed and grab a fistful
Of hair. I kick off my shoes in utter despair!
Two days later, I solved the mystery
And finally I can do it, the same way as he!
David Cox 19/08/22
Gorgeous designs in unusual paisleys
delight me in this shattered masterpiece
In the bowels of the background unknown creatures lie
I squint my eyes, trying to decipher and decide
The screen is beautiful now, and it has character
Something that could have never happened before.
I bow to your designs, I tell the mysterious entities
One winks at me, showing me a color I had never before seen.
I take out my paints and begin to attempt to replicate,
hoping to capture a sliver of the excitement I feel
enthusiastic about this laptop for the first time ever.
No consolation
alone with my black laptop —
blossoms kiss the wind
Your face is tiny on my screen,
one square among the twenty-two -
but rising out of my laptop,
somehow you fill the entire room.
The professor talks away but
I scarcely listen, for meanwhile,
I can spend the whole meeting with
my eyes fixed on your smile.
Just to let all you folks know
that my good old keyboard's kaput
Can't f'gure out the reason why
but eye (Gershon) can't type the letter eye
So for the next few days, an eye
or an apostrophe w'll have to do
My poems may be sl'ghtly obtuse
As Eye make for th's keyboard a noose
Holding the middle finger
Sitting on my laptop
You before owning your own laptop
Tell me why that, you now stopped?
I want my turn,
a-thirst to tap it with fun.
Wants to take to next level,my poetry.
Wants wealth to do the laundry.
My ears have been whipped so much,
By friends trends,and pleasant such:
1)'Laptop keeps you exploring the hidden'
But have i someone,that'll to me be given?
2)Contests hang around waving at me to take them on a date,
But oh what is my fate?
Many's bills are doc and pdf files,
But oh i'm deprived by invicible wiles.
Enough been enough,
By zeal,yea,do i need this stuff.
3)Get me one,please and i promise that:
When poetry and i are back from date,i'll pay back by cash.
"What you don't cherish,may be the reason why many talent perish"
17:14:12:22:34
The loud long speakers are amazing
The very smooth keys
I love my laptop
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