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"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers."
Quote by Thomas Watson, IBM chairman, 1943
Through the QWERTY maze fingers travel afar
discover where virtual worlds are,
but a digital divide
locations denied.
Modern day
tide,
such dismay
for those left aside.
This is happening worldwide
but we must neither exclude nor bar.
Through the QWERTY maze fingers travel afar.
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18 January 2023
First Place, Writing Challenge - Andaree Form, sponsored by Constance La France
Checked against Syllable Counter and RhymeZone
Times Have Changed
By Franklin Price
4/21/2017
Times have changed, not for best
Consequences are confusing
Computers have replaced the rest
One has made what you're perusing
Internet replaced the letter
Wired phone and telegraph
Don't know how it gets much better
Makes us grimace, makes us laugh
Key strokes made this not a Bic
Sent out at the the speed of light,
For you to read, that's really quick
Instant info wrong or right
No further need for traveling
Computers keep us in the race
We can Face Time that's our thing
From right at home or any place
Fully clothed and at our leisure
In a suit or in the nude
Whether business or pleasure
Civilized or crass and crude
We receive both truth and lies
It's hard to tell just which is which
We must come to realize
These changing times are just a *****
These times have driven us to Snopes
Must question all we see and read
To find out if we're fools or dopes
Marks, to swindle, yes indeed
Consider this a warning call
Do not believe a thing you get
Question Snopes as you should all
It's not a source you should not vet
on parallel shore
I wander where waves caress
no footprints online
only brine, rock, and seabirds
to echo that I'm present
screens flare like lures do
hooking the curious in—
I keep eyes blinkered
knowing one slip starts the plunge
into hours I cannot spare
my life is fragile
ink seeps slowly into grain
behind the latched gates
I paint in colours unseen
where regret can't get a breach
no mast light for me
no beacon on shoreline gleams-
I sail without charts
my course drawn by phantom steeds
into the void in your world
I burn my candle
past the eyes that never blink
past networks alight—
your grid can't trap my shadow
your feed can't name what I am
I live analogue
unseen on parallel lines
that starves intruders
wanting to click, like and feed
on clocks that don't keep your time
no mast light for me
no beacon on the shoreline—
I sail without charts
my course drawn by unseen stars
in the space between your worlds
Cyber Cheater
You are my cheating heart.
Passing me by from the start.
I feel desolate and broken in two.
Scarred for life, my heart hangs askew…
What have I done for you to leave?
I thought you loved me I wanted to believe..
I drift into hopelessness, feeling empty inside.
I take on my life in a dismal stride…
Longing, seeking; where do I stand?
Wondering and walking in the mind’s wasteland.
Do you still want me or that someone other?
The one that steals love, that one the shyster?
My heart was owned once upon a history..
Completely, absolute, in sublime stupidity.
Father, when I was younger ;once upon a time.
You had your jobs being provider, in the meantime.
When I was younger, you didn't understand.
Who I really was, or what I had planned.
As I grew older, you came to respect me more.
when I talk to you now, you have become my mentor.
The Lord instilled in your heart love and compassion.
To better understand others with a reverential passion.
I come to you with past, present and future dilemma’s.
You say a prayer for me, hoping I would listen.
I don't know what to do, I have a plethora full of distresses.
You pray and try to help me out of these so called messes.
We have amicable chitchats about computers and gadgetry.
You take some time out to spend with me.
When I have trouble with my husband, who is a man.
I come to you because, I know you understand.
I thank the Father above for you my father in this worldly place.
I love you, there is no other, like you I would want to replace.
We all know those who cannot meet –
Too busy, too much doing.
We understand and do not feel
That they are misconstruing.
Some that I know can’t even call –
They cannot spare a minute.
I know they wish they had more time;
I have to bear and grin it.
There’s one way to communicate
That somehow never ends;
And if you play, you know that I
Refer to “Words with friends.”
It only takes a minute –
Check your letters, make your move;
But when you hit the “Play” key,
You know someone will approve.
It’s the modern day connector.
When I find myself a’yearn,
I plunk my word upon the board;
It’s now my partner’s turn.
It’s not quite conversation,
But connection nonetheless.
In times like these, such reciprocity
Denotes success!
Your best friend sits each day, again and again
in front of something she loves to be on -
a thing that you think seems so much like a goblin
you wish that awful thing were dead and gone!
Your grandchildren, most women and most men
adore those goblins! You feel so alone.
You can’t believe the trance they put folks in.
“Has everybody gone insane?” you moan.
Your world has changed so much since those things came.
You cringe to think of one upon your lap.
Technology and “New Age” are to blame.
The world you knew has been wiped off the map!
To keep afloat these days is now your goal,
for goblins now surround you, and your hope
has vanished, for you’ve been sucked down a hole.
The new world just expects for you to cope!
Today you hear strange phrases such as “log,”
both “off” and “on,” to “tweet,” and “go online.”
Your friends use Skype and Facebook and they “blog,”
while you, for old dial-phones and “snail-mail” pine!
Yes, now there’s nothing basic, nothing plain.
You’re too afraid to even post a poem.
The goblins loom. To see one gives you pain,
and Internet has no place you call Home!
*Logizomechanophobia means “Fear of Computers”
For Catie Lindsey's "Word Games Contest" Poetry Contest
Twisted mister missed a tone
known to show a coloring poem
Tongue tied & bright eYes wide
Founded now the Seven inside
...and they smiled.
Spin a song come come along
Petascale and Ping a pong U&I
ding a dong and king a kong.a
beta scale still a while aWay.eh?
SO so blue said the Watering shoe
True true true said the skylark too
and the b.in.B.ees are funny! Along
the Road came the Runners bunny
...hey honey! You left your BlueGenes
on. The greenBeans too. Dear.Q.
Sun.On.Constellation systems fun!
Come.On.Hon. let your senses vent
the lens it sends us on our way!
OPhi.ades! Know.Pleiades is just
too slow. Grow a big toe & use all
the digits.dig.it.??? T.flops but
ohOZ.One.Is SO much more fun!
... said the can.Did.Smile.On.
~Know. I'm just Me. No Sly on hear.
Form:
Let your mouse do all the walking
Join a hobby all can share
Click and Like - it's Facebook Stalking
Let them know you're waiting there
There's no need for shady lurking
There's no need to show your face
Easy to pretend you're working
While you stalk through cyberspace
With phone tech the finger fingers
Always near, where e'er they roam
Your hobby on the mobile lingers,
Even on your way back home
In the morning, maybe sleepy
Only takes a min or two
No one's gonna think it creepy
If you comment on what's new
It's a hobby for all ages
All the slim or supersize
Can be active on the pages
Without awkward exercise.
Quick and easy, safe and legal
All can learn the simple trick
Hover like a hunting eagle
See the post, swoop down and 'Click'.
When ever my computer crashes on me
is when I'm hit with the cold reality thereafter shortly.
Initially, like my computer I crash restfully,
because both my computer and I are usually at each other exhaustively
for many hours at a time everyday, daily,
but then all of a sudden I become panicky,
because through out my mind is now flowing freely the most lovely poetry
and if I don't get all of these poetic verses into text immediately,
that are now flowing through my mind so freely and easy,
all will be lost eternally, buried deep in my subconscious memory.
What A Time For My Computer To Crash On Me!
It's during moments like these when pen and paper come in handy.