Long Device Poems
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Calmoruus calamity
Calm, in feather doona encumbered,
slept soundly.
Even the stars twinkled
in hushed, squelched, muted tones.
Silence reigned in solemnity, in peace.
All of a sudden
the deafening din
of cacophonic hard rock shrill
rattled the rafters,
jolted the sleepers
starkly to upright awake.
I ran into the living room
with hands covering my ears.
The wee little 'Nest' device,
throbbing there next to the
rumbling pulsing speakers
was hallucinating, tripping.
Its lights doing a late-night give.
The telly was flashing
bright disco light shows and tells.
I shouted to Siri with all my might
"Off, All OFF, Cancel, Reset, Exit, F-Off",
But all to no avail.
How could dear Siri,
nested there so snugly, hear me
above the infernal din?
I grabbed the remote but it too
was away with the pixies, pixelating.
with its LED's flashing, winking a beat in tune.
In desperation I dragged
the speaker's electrical cables
right outta the wall.
Ah! silence reigned again.
But then, then, then,
the neighbors lights all around lit up
like a Christmas tree on steroids.
The irate banging on doors began,
shouting and screaming.
"Turn it Off", "Turn it Off", "Stop"
The phone and all the mobiles
around the house rang.
The alarm went off.
The kids were screaming
We alone, all blown,
must atone, condone,
Siri's slip up.
Egoism,
This potentially explosive device
That unobserved is lurking on
The foundations of every relationship
Could easily go off at every given moment
Because
It may be triggered by:
A misused word
A misunderstanding
A disrespectful remark
An ironic look
Or
Even an inappropriate gesture
And by doing so
Is capable to bring down the edifice of love
That
So painstakingly is built,
Throughout the years by the participants,
Would be wise to be disarmed by both parties
Before
It explodes and chatters all dreams and
Aspirations
Of
The hearts and souls involved
Leaving
Behind only the ruins of their
Promised bliss!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 March 2021
My smart iPhone drowned, what a dread!
No purpose to get out of bed.
Can’t do without fidgets
With smarty pants digits
When my social life just dropped dead!
My buddy, from a dire grave fate,
I hastened to resuscitate.
My beloved device
I interred deep in rice -
Saved us both from desperate state!
It seems one trite banality
Of minor technicality.
The truth and the matter,
We’re addicted to latter -
Sweet virtual reality!
Though on technology we thrive,
For more exciting toys we strive,
Let’s put smart phones aside,
Out of sight, out of mind -
Let’s smarten up and live alive!
My smart iPhone drowned, what a thrill!
Hands free I go outside and chill.
My deflective device -
Silent, deep dug in rice.
I have been mastering live skill!
February 2, 2022
S ee this new time we are in - this strange sedentary society, sitting
I n rooms, on subway trains, and nearly everywhere with some device in hand.
G one are the days of friendly oral chatter.
N owadays folks chat to friends across the room from them while. . .
O n their phone, they send their friend a text as they continue
F iddling around with phones so great their names begin with Smart.
T humbs have become the most exercised appendage.
H ow can people, everywhere it seems,
E ven survive without technology's advancements?
T heir family meals also find them often on their cell phones.
I nformation rules the day, but what of conversation with with their parents?
M odern man has come so far that
E mptiness threatens to entomb the souls of those
S tuck in the time of the world's most accelerating "progress."
April 27, 2018 for John Hamilton's Sign of the Times" Poetry Contest
(oops, had to quickly add in the word "of")
There's a room in a warm town that holds a poet
He quivering and shaking and no one knows it
Critically alone when he needs a friend most
Shadows from his past are haunting him like ghosts
I shot up enough just kill the pain
A harmless little dose just to calm my brain
Til I was caught making love to my sins again
A tiny stoner wreck spewing lies again
And I could still hear the cream calling out in sultry tones
Bleed digital until you stop the urge to moan
Keep slaying demons til you calm down again
Before you need a noose on every streetlight calling your name
There's a room in warm town that's filled with sorrow
Who's to say that the poet will survive til tomorrow?
Driven to despair by the weight of his sins
A grieving poet gives birth to words again
A stone on my chest gives me reason to breathe
As if I've been given life just to try to break free
From the crimson walls with pale white bars
Just to be driven into space from the grilles of the cars
Like a crazy diamond, the sun's shining on me
Out here in space with nothing to protect me
I watch as my last remaining breaths turn to ice
Half-mineral, half-animal, a creation of my own device
LONDON TUBE EXPLOSION 2017
Another explosion in London today
When will they learn to go away?
General public hurt yet again
These terrorists are a real big pain
Setting off a device in a public place
You’re no member of the human race
Hurting people doing their daily chores
You certainly won’t get any applause
I hope all those hurt are on the mend
To these people this message we send
Don’t let them change your daily routine
Report to the police anything you have seen
I send my thoughts to you all
Hope your families and friends can stand tall
Hope you’re all healing and getting well
These nasty people will be sent to hell
Islamic state have claimed it’s their doing
What they need is a real good shoeing
No matter what you want to achieve
Your act of violence I can’t believe
We will catch you and you will be sent to rot
In a 6 foot cell you will wish you were shot
Go back under the rock whence you came
Your spiteful acts they are evil and insane
At this point she has exceeded her lifespan and the time has come for an upgrade. It sounds so impersonal to speak of her simply as a tool. She was a constant, from the saffron glow of dawn through countless slumber-less midnight strolls.
She has served me nearly without fail for the last three years. Oh don’t get it twisted, she’s still one hella lady, it’s just that her memory ain’t what it used to be.
I began to see little signs of her impending demise several months aback; random delays unrelated to Wi-Fi connections -like let me think about it for a second before I reply-
Requesting a Reboot in the middle of an assignment then refusing to negotiate; just that annoying prompt: “System Error Please restart your device.”
Entering her dotage the skews became more transparent and untimely and less easily ignored.
Just this morning at the gym, you caused me to hold up the line when you decided to engage in a mid function nap.
Her replacement arrived via mail order today, slender and all made up in a most attractive steel gray. I caressed her lubricous uncased body tenderly yet firmly and place her next to you on the bed.
I am overcome with Ambivalence as I watch you drift away into the cloud, engaging in a cyber dance with my new companion. The final countdown begins and I stand by your side as your clock rate descends.
Reluctantly, I adhere to your final prompt: “Delete Everything -Reset!” How else could you move on?
I ease my new friend into her case, before asking her to capture your image. She complies and we post you in the social media graveyard:
iPhone 11, Black, Used but in Good Condition, 256 gigabytes, comes with a pretty red case/card holder. make an offer!
Bill Marable
1/25/25
8:32 am
She's ninety-one, she doesn't get
electronic things and such.
She can mess up any device
with just a look or touch.
Yes, things change as years go by
but Mom's not one of those.
We steer her clear of newish things.
That's just the way it goes.
We gave up trying to log her on
to the computer at my house.
A battle of wills, it did ensue
between Mom and the computer mouse.
It was a war she could not win.
Frustration was the name of the day.
The cell phone was our next attempt,
which also failed in a very big way.
Remote control buttons are covered up.
Only the bare minimum can be seen
because when she starts pushing them all
her language becomes obscene.
So, its a basic T.V. and phone for her.
She really doesn't care too much.
She's ninety-one and doesn't get
electronic things and such.
03/10/2016
To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.
As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.
And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.
And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn’t climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.
My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.
With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God’s world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.
Then you find there’s nothing your hands can’t do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.
We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.
an instrument can be defined
as a device that produces musical sound
or it may be a tool for making things
perfectly round
you can strum an instrument
and maybe play a tune
you can use an instrument
to measure the size of a room
people playing instruments
can often be called a band
an instrument can be anything useful
you can hold in your hand
an inventor can be an instrument
with ideals, gadgets and plans
a soldier can be an instrument
with our safety in his hands
a lawman can be an instrument
doing the best he can
a priest can be an instrument
calling God’s Almighty hand
the president is an instrument
with powers for wise use
a journalist like a prophet
telling the unpopular truth
a revolutionist taking control
of uncontrollable youth
an instrument can be a device
that can produce or be misused
Moses and Lincoln were instruments
used to set slaves free
Washington, Jefferson and Franklin
instruments used to make our country
Plato, Socrates and Aristotle
instruments of philosophy
Frost, Dickenson and Whitman instruments
for writing poetry
Patton, McCarthy, Westmoreland
instruments of war
Columbus, Desoto, Armstrong
instruments to explore
Marie Currie, Jonas Salk
instruments to find cures
Abraham, Moses and Jesus instruments
of Gods holy plan
The Holy land of Israel
the instrument of the end