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After much cajoling by my kids and grandkids over the years,
I entered the computer age with great tremblings and fears.
My Selectric typewriter and encyclopedia were comprehensible to me,
Now, I'm totally bewildered and fear I'll click the wrong key!
I've read every "Computers for Dummies" book that I can.
They might as well have been written in Afghanistan!
I've mastered turning it on and shutting it down all alone,
But beyond that, little about its operation is known!
Windows pop up saying, "Your program performed an illegal operation!"
I panic knowing that I'm facing twenty years of incarceration!
Daily I'm deluged with dozens of e-mails called "spam",
Wanting to sell this and that, proffering the usual scam!
Trying to coordinate the mouse and that little arrow on the screen,
Is akin to controlling the elusive Mexican jumping bean!
I've tried to master cursors, gigabytes and the system unit;
Alas, I'm technically challenged, there ain't no doubt about it!
With this computer thing my life has assumed a baffling demension.
Icons, floppy discs and CD-ROMS are beyond my comprehension.
My eyes glaze over as I sweat and ponder what to do.
Lord, deliver me from this perdition, I need a computer guru!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
You hear to many people now
look at success like it’s a crime,
that anyone who’s achieved it
only got it through acts malign.
That everyone who’s made it big
somehow must be an ‘oppressor,’
that it is all ‘exploitation,’
to dare rise above the lesser.
That’s there’s something wrong with winning,
it’s ‘evil,’ and makes folks feel bac,
I’ve even heard it called ‘fascist’
by ever-stupid undergrads.
To preserve everyone’s feelings,
to win power off jealousy,
we’ve demonized seeking success,
Llonized mediocracy.
But many who buy into this
have not realized all its effect,
and it does not take much to see
that people won’t like what comes next.
If success becomes demonized,
and brings criticism for all,
then people will stop seeking it,
this here is the start of the fall.
They’ll strop trying to do their best,
since doing so brings social pain,
by doing that it all declines,
what we have built goes down the drain.
Was it not the search for success
that built up our computer age?
Take that away and it stagnates,
what we have now is where we stay.
Was it not the search for success
that created high yield food crops?
Without that billions would have starved,
how many of us would be lost?
Does not success push the artist
to create what we’ve never seen?
To write the songs that move our lives,
the beauty that runs in our dreams?
Does not the mother seek success
when trying to raise the child?
If they did not seek such a thing
we’d all be brutish and vile...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
The Power of One
Computer age impasse...the strength of one;
the fear of stroke of midnight had begun.
One second only, how our lives would change;
our current ways we'd have to rearrange.
The strength of one...one second soon could cause
such catastrophic world events because
computer programs would defy planned charts;
schedules for flights and trains would fall apart.
Communication, electronic needs
would not perform with wrong computer feeds.
All bank accounts would never be accessed
until we could recover from the mess.
One second only from disaster time
when year two-thousand flipped from 'ninety-nine!
Came stroke of midnight...the power of one...
that one feared second...was dissolved and done.
A year-long worry came and went away;
we all recall the fear of Y-2K.
The force of one held humans hostage to
a tragedy that never did come true.
Sandra M. Haight
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: A Programming Contest - all 'dim ones and zeros
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Judged: 11/05/2018
~4th Place~
Contest: One
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 09/12/2015
Highlight what you wish to copy, then give it a right click.
Look for the "copy" option, then simply click on it.
Right click where you want what you've copied to eventually be displayed,
then all that is left for you to do is click on the option "paste."
If you don't know how to highlight, this is all you have to do.
Click and hold while moving your curser, highlighting as much as you want to.
Once you have highlighted all that you wish
release the hold and give the highlight a right click.
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Where I cannot post a link, I post a web address in haste,
but I forget that not everyone knows how to copy and paste.
I hope the above helps others to learn how to Copy & Paste.
I know very well that it can be hell staying on top of the computer age.
“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!
“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they could go back again!
Since the dawn of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Using acronyms without much passion!
We now seem to have lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, or some such device
Or some other glitzy presentation!
I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
And all the world seemed friendlier
Now feels like something's missing!
Made quite an impression, it seems
On the chair, I've been glued to so long
The indentation is an exact replica
Of my rear, hmmm, sounds like a song
Me bum and me chair are going steady
Only leave when I have to go poop
Methinks maybe atrophy is setting in
So I think I'll shoot some hoops
It's surely a result of this computer age
Our bodies will soon have no use
Our heads will be the size of basketballs
But our bodies will be an excuse
Excuse to hold up our 100-pound heads
With its gigabytes of storage space
We'll actually need some kind of device
Or we'll continue to fall on our face
Made quite an impression, it surely seems
On the chair, I've been glued to so long
Thinks I'll go for a ride in my old jalopy
An old Dodge I bought for a song
“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!
“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they could go back again!
Since the dawn of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Using acronyms without much passion!
We now seem to have lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, or some such device
Or some other glitzy presentation!
I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
And all the world seemed friendlier
Now feels like something's missing!
A re-post!
Made quite an impression, it seems
On the chair I've been glued to so long
The indentation is an exact replica
Of my rear, hmmm, sounds like a song
Me bum and me chair are going steady
Have been since joining P-Soup
Methinks maybe atrophy is setting in
So I think I'll shoot some hoops
It's surely a result of this computer age
Our bodies will soon have no use
Our heads will be the size of basketballs
But our bodies will be an excuse
Excuse to hold up our 100 pound heads
With it's 250 gigabyte storage space
We'll actually need some kind of device
Or we'll continue to fall on our face
Made quite an impression, it surely seems
On the chair I've been glued to so long
Thinks I'll go for a ride in my old jalopy
An old Dodge I bought for a song
© Jack Ellison 2013
“Made you look you dirty crook!”
And all those colourful phrases
Have vanished from our lexicon
They now belong to the ages!
“Keep your nose to the grindstone!”
Is another from way back when
So sad they've all but disappeared
Wish they'd come back again!
Since the dawn of the computer age
We speak in a different fashion
Conversing in very short sentences
Use acronyms without any passion!
We seem to have totally lost the ability
To have an intelligent conversation
Emailing, texting, talking on Facebook
A computer age generation!
I really long for those simpler days
When people took time to listen
All the world seemed friendlier then
Now feels like something's missing!
© Jack Ellison 2012
B.C. has been the acronym applied
for all events before out dear Lord’s birth.
Who knew another god would change the tide
and wield a power of great global worth?
To what do I refer? Or have you guessed
the god to which we each now bow our head?
No matter our religion, all are blessed
with this thing vital as our daily bread.
It took away the jobs of common men
and gave new jobs to geeks. You now must know
this god of our new world, who loves all sin
as well as good, has nothing it won’t show!
I think “Before Computers” seems a way
to say A.D. became a new B.C.
Now things have changed so much that I would say
that my own past is ancient history!
Before Computers, life was not so fast,
and even in the 90’s I could keep
abreast of news and make my free time last.
High-tech today both makes me thrill and weep!
More time for family, a slowed down pace,
more time for God; I weep for things we’ve lost.
yet thrilled am I to see the human race
now bonding. But we do it at what cost?
Our children growing lazy, rude, and fat
and less connected, addicts to a phone!
To play outside. . . . Do you remember that?
B.C. meant doing more things on your own.
With jobs, our kids and all our lives at stake,
we now embrace our new computer age,.
Omitting our true God is the mistake
that might well do us in; we must be sage!
Recall the values getting left behind
as into this computer age we cruise.
Look back to decades past and you will find
B.C. had greatness that we must not lose.
For Deb's Contest (B.C. = Before Computers)