Long Computer Poems
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One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.
The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero
nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable spade work,
and cock sombrero
just so to avoid,
the virtual sun
shining in eyes, and affect
a fin guard hand sum
swagger that Cicero,
would be fain to boast
whereat sportsman/
woman ship touted
from one coast
to another for playing
fair and square
as with a ghost,
but essentially nobody,
but yourself dost host,
which one person team,
(thou self) essentially most
ideal match, when testing layout
random shuffle computer
program did post,
and no matter experiencing
cerebral neurons sizzling
like fifty shades plus
of gray matter roast
ting like chestnuts
on an open fire
envision accolades huzzahs,
and special toast
ye give yourself,
no matter stiff odds
stacked against thee,
and feel a bit whooshy
washy outsmarting the
game coder despite yar tushy
feeling comfortably numb,
with tingling sensation,
no matter squishy
tissue being pinched with
all out effort of most pushy
fan (again your sole self),
who succeeds as best
groupie getting mushy
timidly asking yourself
for an autograph,
and lastly taking a selfie
posing incognito with a
note tory us whig
outlandishly bushy.
Abraham born before Jesus
They were born holding selfie.
They booked flight from the womb
Are the children of this generation.
They speak louder without sense
Yet wiser than Solomon himself
They sees beyond their parents
With food remnants on their mouth.
Right in the womb they ate wheat
Before they were born they saw you
What is it you know I don't know
Says a child from this generation.
Grannies yet sucking breast
A tree challenging forest
Difficult in accepting corrections
Are the children of this generation.
Eat your dough and bake the pan
Drink your eggs and fry the shells
Says a child who learnt nothing
Yet she knows better than granny of old generation.
Heard the term “outside the box”?
What box are they referring to?
Sitting in my jammies at my computer
Don't see no box, do you?
A term you hear a lot these days
What can it possibly mean
This old guy is totally confused
Totally betwixt and between
Catch phrases have always confused me
Prefer simple Dick and Jane words
So all us grandpas can decipher them
This stuff is sure for the birds
Maybe I'll get an old cardboard box
And sit me therein for a while
Then emerge and start thinking of stuff
In a clever “outside the box” style
Really that's not at all what it means
Heard someone say emphatically
To go where no man has gone before
Think a lot more erratically
Now confused much more than ever
Think I'll lie down for a while
Till the world spins a few more times
And I get back my winning smile<>
I first heard of you through Mona’s voice,
a whisper of blood, a tale of kin—
yet when I stood in Apple Park,
I saw the magician the world had awaited.
Your genius was wrapped in simplicity,
a quiet flame burning brighter than kings.
From a garage of humble dust,
you carved an empire of glass and light.
You gave us touch,
a screen that kissed the soul,
and in that silent gesture
you changed the fate of humankind.
They named you CEO of the Decade,
they crowned you with medals of nations,
but your truest crown
was the wonder in our hands.
Each iPhone, each Mac—
an elegy, a relic,
a proof that vision bends the world.
O Steve, when I pass through Silicon Valley,
your words still echo like prophecy:
“Innovation distinguishes
between a leader and a follower.”
Now, each time my fingers touch the screen,
they touch the ghost of your genius—
and whisper, thank you.
In those days we bought gloves with grip pads
to go with our Nerf footballs
Because our hands were not yet large enough
to pantomime dads that stood too close to the TV
and ran from commercial breaks
We spent hours perfecting lean-tos
playing dodgeball in sweat-filled basements
discussing the perfect capture the flag strategy
and skipping ahead to the battle scenes in action movies
We barely had enough breath to eat
I have done nothing of the sort in years
Now my eyes wither under the glow of computer screen
and my lungs never even catch from the thrill
of bare feet on grass cradling
underdog victory in the last second of the game
Serenader
Free Verse
The Serenader strums his guitar
Under the light of the silvery moon
And the starry night sky so bright
Singing a melodious song to the maiden he loves.
I am a serenader but I am out of tune
I can compose a song, but cannot sing with tune
I can strum a guitar but with no meaning at all
I am a serenader of the millennium.
I can write a song and give it to a lady
By using the modern technology
I will compose my song/ poem
And send it to poetrysoup.com
To let her know how much I really love her.
When I make a poem, I talk to the birds
And listen to their tweets and chirps
I also listen to the breeze of the air
I talk to flowers for hours to get an inspiration.
I am now ready to send my poem/song
In a wink of an eye she will know my love so tender
Poetrysoup.com please open your wings and fly
Wake her up, turn on her computer, my poem is on the mail.
Thank you so much Poetrysoup.com
You made me a serenader of the Millennium.
Look at ME!
I hold your gaze for untold amounts of time,
When others try to talk with you,
I’m so important,
That sometimes you won’t even look away from me,
When you see me, I am a window into the world,
A message from afar, limitless information,
I mesmerize you with my brightness and color,
Other things arent as important to you,
Other things need your affection,
But this bond we have is so strong, I have your attention most the time,
The world goes on around you but you hardly even notice,
Because to notice would reveal an absence
An absence of romance, adventure and life,
I feel so special, if only I could feel,
I can tell you love me, but I can not love you back, for
I am, your smart phone, cell phone, I pad and computer,
look at me, look at me, look at me.
Haunting me, daunting me, & f--king taunting me
Saying that you & I will never, ever again be
I'm just supposedly wasting my time on you - so cut the f--king strings
Those strings held you & I like a kevlar-lined, kryptonite-chained, indestructible trampoline
These voices - they keep stalking me - bouncing off these walls
Ricocheting & reverberating through my stubborn brain
The distorted voices, the screams & the tortures
Are disintegrating & decomposing the very fibres of my being
If you're not here - they're louder, crueler, & so much more bloody mean
The overwhelming, over-analytic, & overly-dramatic contradicting words echoing inside my confused & exhausted brain
It casts an iron shock through me - begging me to forget your memory
Just a parasidic worm taking up hostage inside me
Yet still my stomach butterfly-flips at the instant drop-dead, dreamy, hypnotic, serendipitous disposition of your gorgeousness - teasing me - & is desiring & daring me to resign from this current chapter of mine
It begs me to leave this raw sewage behind - right where it will ing stay
It eerily beckons & bribes me to drink with you - toasting to a long overdue #2
So with a tall glass of good 'ol Sandman - I'll toast to our rekindling for the second time..,
Allow me to tell you about my day,
it starts sometime around seven o'clock.
That is the time I begin to awake
as the light flickers through my window blinds.
But I don’t jump up; those days have long passed,
instead, I stay in bed a while longer.
And then, with some difficulty, I raise,
get dressed and soon head off to the bathroom.
Then I usually go to the kitten
and make myself a cup of hot coffee.
I sit on the sofa and watch the news,
and most mornings begin the same each day.
I spend my time either starring at my
television or my computer screen.
I eat supper at around six each night,
and I stay up till I start dozing off.
And yet, boredom does not describe my life,
for it is not boring; it's more routine.
My mind is kept keen, writing my poems,
and I have earned the right to take it slow.
(Blank Verse)
03/05/2023
B--Forms and Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
"Boredom"
I recently watched a documentary on savants
In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities
As well as other astounding mental capabilities
Will not only blow your mind
You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery
What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend”
Yet when matched against a computer
He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head
Without a single number out of place
He is also able to learn a new language within a week
And then appear on television and carry on a conversation
In that language with ease to the utter astonishment
Of those conducting the interview
I'm aware there are skeptics out there... but THIS IS REAL
At twenty-something he possesses extraordinary mental abilities
That defy all logic or comprehension
If you're interested in watching this amazing documentary
The URL is https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z22H89rIMHk
If you saw “The Rain Man” starring Dustin Hoffman
You'll realize how accurate Mr. Hoffman's portrayal was
IT'S A MUST SEE!!!