When you have a thief in your family
It changes everything
Drug addict?
Almost the same thing; you can relate.
When they visit, you are uncomfortable
Things disappear during their visit – watches, cameras, laptops.
You suspect he has taken them.
Or it could be a she.
Accusations cannot be made.
Things are uncomfortable.
Family get togethers are never the same.
When you have a thief or an addict in your family.
Categories:
laptops, addiction,
Form: Free verse
Wondering
Up and down
The halls
With each fresh step a new class
Filled with sounds of papers being passed out
Students on their phones
Pencils under too much pressure,
and Groans of laptops
As I continued to walk past each class
I heard them
My head started filling up
Filling up with all the possible things I could have done wrong
Now with each not so fresh step
Being a little heavier
Eyes
All on me
When I walk by they become a lot louder then they were before
Why are there voices weighing me down?
Why do I care?
I know I have done nothing wrong.
So why with each step, did my feet feel heavier and heavier
When I finally made it to where I was going
I turned back
To look into the eyes that were connected to the voice
But when I turned back Nothing
Not a single pair of peering eyes on me
Not even the faintest whispers
Everything just
Gone
Categories:
laptops, absence, anxiety, how i
Form: Free verse
Data captured devices compromised
severe fret what’s next identity theft
cybersecurity risk cyberattack finally
power threats wire money now to
release your data life as you once
knew is oblivion the feeling of unsafe
out of control unauthorised access
to personal information encrypted files
cell phones are melted laptops humming
cell towers confused victims removing
replacing sim cards while watching
documents photos of loved ones
vanish into a vault marked national
publications data breach factories
farms industries ceases production
hospital systems crash patients are
given the wrong medications wrong
surgeries sudden death planes fall
quickly from the sky vanishing control
towers compromised chaos technical
glitches global hostage situation FBI
scrambles the uncertainty allows
for panic what is safe in America a
warm blanket apple cider cherry pie
God bless America
Categories:
laptops, allah, arabic,
Form: Ghazal
Beautiful things in life have to do with taste
But who can tame those taste buds that seem to never waste
Has anyone been so careful in his eating habits
Today we are constantly nibbling like bunny rabbits
It is through eating that our first parents were tempted
And it is in through eating (the eucharist) that our sins get exempted
Yet food has been the greatest battle in my life
Greater than even those which I have with my wife
Monday to Fridays we are over our laptops, slouched
Come weekends-endless are the walks between the refrigerator and couch
And what of today, burgers, fries and other fast foods
Swiggy, Zomato and other food deliveries get us in right mood
At the swipe of our cell phone everything made so easy
We want to tempt those taste buds even when the thought makes us queasy
At the rate at which we are gobbling
I’m afraid in the mirror one day I will be spooked by an ugly fat goblin
Categories:
laptops, satire,
Form: Couplet
Put your hands up those who want more sillies
Counted six thousand, one hundred and forty
Seems like a bunch of you still like to giggle
Be assured, more's coming up shortly
First one, how does one make holy water?
That's easy, you boil the hell out of it
That's really quite funny and extremely clever
A copyright I've got in my mitts
They say nobody is perfect, well I'm a nobody
So it follows I must be perfect
If four out of five suffer from diarrhea
Must mean one person enjoys it's effects
A computer once actually beat me at chess
But it's no match for me at kick boxing
Beat the poop out of that annoying computer
Other laptops thought it was shocking
I say no to alcohol, but it just doesn't listen
That's the silliest thing I've ever heard
Whenever I talk quietly to my Bloody Caesar
It answers, “you are totally absurd!”
Whad'ya call a boomerang that won't come back
I guess I'd just call it a stick
What do you give a woman who has it all
Your phone number of course, Mr. Slick
Categories:
laptops, fun,
Form: Rhyme
the head of the counselors resigned the second day of school.
We are congregating for our first meeting without a leader.
They give us a room without chairs or tables.
We were instructed to bring laptops and manuals.
I brought a notebook and a pen, knowing I will write poetry.
We are counselors, we are flexible someone says as they line us up.
No worries. No problems.
I sit down and begin to write.
Someone says “don’t get comfortable, we are moving tables.”
She is new, feels like she is in charge.
I get up and find a corner chair.
The room is coming together slowly.
Gospel music is played.
Goody.
I have been in this district seventeen years.
This is a redundant yearly seminar, but mandated.
The first thing the head says is
“Don’t worry about bringing laptops or manuals.”
She is the one who had emailed us all to bring them.
I grin.
Because I had figured out that already.
Same oh same oh.
Categories:
laptops, school,
Form: Narrative
Saint Patrick died on March 17th.
So we celebrate the day with green and drink.
Patrick, was kidnapped to Ireland as a slave,
a condition he never fully forgot or forgave.
Patty (as he was known by his friends)
was a sober, relentless, devout Christian.
As a missionary, he gallivanted methodically, converting heathens
and if he failed to convert you, you weren’t left breathin’.
He could burn you at the steak for ignoring ‘reason’.
To show Christ’s power, he ‘banished’ the snakes,
It’s amazing, the difference a miracle can make.
The year 461 pre-dated laptops and even the Internet,
so, I think it’s time we finally forgive and even forget
the sad, sordid history of Catholic conversion “therapy”
because today we need a reason to drink until we’re green.
.
.
Webster: Gallivant: “travel for pleasure.”
My roommates and I went to Doublin, Ireland last summer.
In casual conversation we asked how they celebrated Saint Patrick's day and their celebrations are like ours, more or less - a secular overindulgence. But on a deeper level, this holiday, they say, is dedicated to the patron saint of heathen genocide.
Categories:
laptops, eulogy, history, holiday, horror,
Form: Rhyme
Do you remember before computers
We actually spoke with each other
We cared whenever our kids got sick
And knew the address of our mother
Today we sit at our laptops all day
Surrounded by dirty old dishes
Wearing clothes from two weeks ago
Smelling like a kettle of fishes
What is this crazy old world coming to
Lost sight of the things that matter
Like how many kids we had at last count
Or that we're thirty pound fatter!
We sit like a proverbial bump on a log
Our words incoherent and slurred
All kinds of animals are running about
Your pet cat just ate your pet bird
Maybe one day in a decade of two
They'll discover what once was a human
Propped in front of an ancient computer
In his ears petunias will be bloomin'
Categories:
laptops, computer,
Form: Rhyme
Put your hands up those who want more sillies
Counted six thousand, one hundred and forty
Seems like a bunch of you still like to giggle
Be assured, more's coming up shortly
First one, how does one make holy water?
That's easy, you boil the hell out of it
That's really quite funny and extremely clever
A copyright I've got in my mitts
They say nobody's perfect, well I'm a nobody
So it follows I must be perfect
If four out of five suffer from diarrhea
Must mean one person enjoys it's effects
A computer once actually beat me at chess
But it's no match for me at kick boxing
Beat the poop out of that annoying computer
Other laptops thought it was shocking
I say no to alcohol, but it just doesn't listen
That's the silliest thing I've ever heard
Whenever I talk quietly to a Bloody Caesar
It answers, “you are totally absurd!”
Whad'ya call a boomerang that won't come back
I guess I'd just call it a stick
What do you give a woman who has it all
Your phone number of course, Mr. Slick
Categories:
laptops, fun,
Form: Rhyme
The Only Star For Me
It’s my corner coffee shop, Starbucks
The cheer starts here with hot coffee
I’ll get yours, it’s nothing, awe shucks
A home away from home, my family
A blended Frappuccino, at lunch to boast
Make it a Sumatra Arabica venti
Fresh whole coffee beans dark roast
Patrons on Laptops, their cup’s never empty
Macha Latte hot tea, sweet and uplifting
Named after Starbuck, the first mate in Moby Dick
Originally intended on naming the coffeehouse Pequod
after Ahab’s whaleship, the name would not stick
At the brand’s core is the Starbucks siren, odd
The bare-breasted, two-tailed mermaid but
was intended to be as seductive as their coffees
Based on an old sixteenth-century Norse woodcut
The Seattle’s Pike Place logo evolved in the seventies
They unveiled a cleaner image of the mermaid
She was updated, cropped, and repositioned,
so that only above the navel is displayed
Categories:
laptops, addiction, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
I've been wanting to call you,
but the rolodex was trashed decades ago,
and the laptops got Alzheimer's.
I need a Bakelite dial phone
one heavy enough
to withstand some heavy breathing.
When the living and the dead communicate
they need the right tools.
Love never dies they say,
yet an I-phone has a microchip
that has everything, but a heart.
Categories:
laptops, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Energy
Disregard gas
Disregard wind farms
Disregard solar panels
Disregard electricity
Forget wifi
Forget electronics
Forget iPones
Forget laptops
If only we could find
a way to saddle
the children vitality
we’d be comfortable
forever.
Written: August 27, 2022
Categories:
laptops, analogy, appreciation, children,
Form: Free verse
If Dania makes video of her husband that is offense but If Zafar Sapari spies us through our cell phones tabs, laptops, cams and mics and records everything that is gerat???
Couplet
Kahin IG ki sifarsh to kahin DG ki meharbaniyan,
Zafar sapari bari lambi chori hain teri kahaniyan..
Categories:
laptops, celebrity, character, education, graduate,
Form: Bio
I barely looked up when they handed me my cup.
Took it to the table and plunked it down.
Hey! Watch it!
I looked up.
A miniature woman was perched on the lid.
Not a faerie, no wings.
But not a regular woman either.
I looked around the coffee shop to see who was watching.
No one was watching.
I checked them out. They were all staring at laptops.
Every single one of them.
No one looked up.
I looked back, expecting her to be gone.
But there she sat, swinging her legs out at me.
“You got coffee on my shirt!” she accused me.
I apologized and asked her a bunch of questions.
She refused to answer every single one of them.
Do you have any questions for me? I asked her.
She nodded her head.
“Who do you think I am?”
“I have no idea,” I told her.
Satisfied, she jumped off the coffee cup and glided off.
I never saw her again.
Categories:
laptops, fantasy,
Form: Narrative
It's looking sunny right now on Poetry Soup! The poetry is coming in hot... but I can see some clouds of doubt hanging out there over some new writers.
So break out those cold icy laptops, because I'm predicting a warm front welcome to come in, mixed with some positive feedback. The low pressure and high challenging tides are going to be the beggining of a much needed storm of inspiration, flooding of opportunities, and a tsunami of new friendships.
But before you submit that poem, slow down a minute and take time to read the new poems under pressure out there. Try to extend an umbrella of helpful advice for those new members, some warm sunny feedback, or maybe a weather vane for those lost poems that just blew in. We don't evacuate storms here...we write them out!
Categories:
laptops, poetry, weather, writing,
Form: Free verse
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