Long Tech Poems
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My venting lol
Cable, wifi, TV, cell phones, apps
I cannot understand how to work them all
Then suddenly a sports game on a channel I don't have
Must pay more on top of 100 monthly bill already!
Cheap charging cords that do not last
Other cords are different sizes, must get many
All these things stealing more than another penny
Sign ups for everything, never ending list of passwords
Time consuming tech things are certainly not for me
I would go back to the old days with land line and regular TV
I get tired of the battles trying to do what needs to be done
I had an easier time writing/marketing on the old computer
I was one of the last people to get email, friends wondered why?
I know why...because tech things and I don't mix!
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
(C)opyright
Organized collection of data
Splayed open in the meta
I played jokingly Alpha
It was a riot of type Beta
”... Time to test the schemata …”
Arc.of.tech.sure….
Painting a picture pure
Tables related undone
Mental re.codification.On
Reason clears the horizon
Sunrise surprise modification…
Interface driver recollection
Spectacular calculation
Stored and passing inspection
Lines designed for flexibility
Waves of water transparent…
Currents of Lito come urgent
”... learn it…” He said…
So Pablo started in Madrid…
Cubist stylist consisting of Time.
He was their favored Rhyme…
”... shields to test the mind…”
"A slow brush, penetrates the wind."
Form:
Hieroglyphics
used in old Egyptian times
communication-
through symbols, signs, and pictures;
non-verbal interactions.
Ancient Egyptians
interpreted at a glance
meanings and feelings.
Symbols would stir emotions-
provide factual knowledge.
Hieroglyphics
exist in these modern times;
new name- Emoji.
Used in our digital world;
pictures like smiley faces.
Just like hand signals,
Emojis speak non-verbal
emotions, feelings-
a whole thought in one image
enhances verbal insights.
Holograms- new tech;
3-D visions, light-induced.
Like feats of magic-
project images, not there;
visions that hang in the air.
Where will this tech lead?
Like ancient Hieroglyphs
replaced by plain words-
will we reverse the process,
draw 3-D signs in the air?
Language of symbols
holograms show more than words-
images and signs
3-D Hieroglyphics;
expressions of tomorrow?
April 10, 2016
Magazine madness of fashion obtuse,
Scantly clad teen’s covert abuse,
Circumvent moral by calling her model,
Grey line law’s favourite excuse.
Tick it and tock it,
And snappily chat,
Or X book of faces,
To summon the rat.
Where all indignation is vehemently expressed, where righteousness of self is digitally pressed, a mirror without flaw from which to throw stones, a facade without face or flesh or bones.
Artificial intelligence,
Artificial incantation,
Artificial infection,
Artificial indignation,
Artificial incandescence,
Artificial imagination,
Artificially incarcerates;
The innocents of nations.
Forgiven by your convenience,
Your need to gadget consume,
So yes their abuse is all your fault;
The fault of all in this room.
Illegal but one click away,
Ai can undress us all,
Immoral but here to play,
Yay for all our lovely tech,
What more can I say…
by David Nickle Read©2026
All through the night
Nothing feels right
The static sound in left ear
Enticing a certain kind of fear
Your body feels like it has a current of electricity
The Book MK Tech explained it with complexity
Never finding anything as a protector
When your body is setting off EF on a detector
The mind starts to fret and stress
Since EF from electrical outlet is less
Perpetrators have made a deal with the devil
Their computer renders voltage at a high level
The most common place you feel tingle
Is usually when the feet and brain mingle
Your mind all the sudden will feel trap
Whenever you start feeling a brain zap
The electrical current can be throughout or localized
But no matter how it is, you’re being chastised
While perpetrators like to make you insane
Your body begins to be aching in pain
Praying perpetrators eventually will reap what they sow
You’re being electrocuted worst than inmate on death row
While someone is truly giving you all kinds of electrical sensations
The medical team will erroneously diagnose you with hallucinations
You will become traumatized beyond belief
From the electrocution you will seldom find relief
Drugs start becoming daily amenities
Unable to find help from governmental agencies
Adding voices with the electrocution to the mix
Sketchy doctors will say antipsychotics can fix
The electrical pain will leave you feeling lazy
Everyone around will claim your crazy
New disabilities are purposely being created
While your left hurting and feeling isolated
No one will see your tears or hear your cry
Leaving you puzzled asking God why
Silicon city
That pulsates,
Both day and night,
The Tech Capital
And the sky, veiled
With urban haze
And dense, sprawling cityscape.
Grey city of its
Gridlocked roads
Surrounded by
Towering skyscrapers
Inspiring
The coder
And the entrepreneur.
Glass city
Of its
Modern offices
And its apartments
Compact and sleek,
New and bold,
A striking, sure testament
Of the presence
Of the FUTURE.
Neon and chrome city
To reinvent
The bustling rhythm
Of its progress
And yet retains
Echoes of the past.
City of early mornings
When the techie
Leaves his flat
And in the busy metro
Taps his laptop
The commuter,
Eyes on screens,
In air-conditioned cars,
Mimics and rushes
To connect
With the world
That fuels their DREAMS
As a true Bengalurean.
City of endless startups
That illuminates the path
Of the innovator
And the visionary
Who disrupts
Tradition,
Complacency,
And long
Established norms.
Green-grey city
A mixture and contrast
That modernises,
Reshapes the landscape
Of time accelerating
That unleashes
And propels,
Surges swiftly
Unstoppable
And holds in
The tech parks,
By the malls
And facing the
Global IT hub
These dreamers
With cutting-edge ideas
Sitting at the edge
Of this vast
Transforming metropolis,
Creating
The digital future
That captivates and challenges.
City of diversity
Of heaped-up talents
With global backgrounds
Who meet online,
Collaborate,
Innovate,
Connect, Expand.
Disrupt,
Complement,
Enrich,
Express themselves,
Coming just
From every corner
Of India and the world
To the heart
Of Bengaluru
And the epicentre
Of South India's
Tech revolution.
And nostalgic old-timers?
The ambitious Newcomers?
All together
They coexist
And merge
Their traditions and
Their aspirations
In progress
And innovation
But New Bengaluru
Carves out for itself, indeed,
The future's share.
A dynamic and complex present
Whose energy
Excites and overwhelms
Leaving digital footprints
In cyberspace
And experiences
Virtual,
And actual,
Fast-paced
And relentless.
REGULARS
Wednesdays, Fridays and
Weekends are my shifts.
When I am there, regulars turn up
which is as exciting as getting gifts.
Let’s start with Carole and Jackie
having so much energy in the morning.
I can hear their voices from down
the road to my adoring.
Two coffees or two teas but
never gravy and water from peas.
Always having a story to tell,
And we always have a laughing spell,
Having a sense of humour that is hip and quick,
I do see Carole licking foam
off her wooden coffee stick!
Moving on to Angie and John,
“A pot of tea please" the kettle I go
and merrily put on. I’m still baffled
by their self-fixing Corsa car.
On evenings, they enjoy going
to The Southcliffe Bar. They love
Bridlington except for when
it’s busy in the streets.
I’m always delighted to see them
come in and take their usual seats,
A 70/30 split heated sausage roll,
as they ask me about a potential
minor TV role,
I ask what cafe’s they’ve been to,
and always hear the portion sizes
are too big to get through!
Josie on Saturdays with
her telephone phone call,
I love saving her “shipping order”,
it’s no problem at all,
Getting up to all sorts like
gardening and swimming at the leisure centre,
It’s always a delight when I see her enter.
Wendy comes in at the end of the week,
seeing her brings a smile to my cheek.
It’s nice to see a fellow author,
having wrote a book about
Sewerby with a co-author.
Paying for her shopping on her
mobile phone up to date with her tech,
She’s so advanced I bet she hasn’t touched
in years the likes of a cheque!
There’s plenty more who come in off the street,
The most brilliant people you’ll ever meet.
Being so privileged to have gotten to meet them
all over the span of seven years,
I certainly owe them a few beers. So cheers!
Title: "Alone (The Diss)"
Yo, you’re just a ghost in this love song, no cost—
Starving for attention like a broke man at a loss,
You’re texting like a siren, but your signals are lost—
I’m the storm, you’re the flicker, you’ll never hold me, kid.
Your “slow night” is a joke, I’m out here resettin’,
Sippin’ on success while you’re still overspending—
You’re a whisper behind a door, I’m the kick-in’ it—
“Get to know you”? Nah, I’d rather just quit it.
(Hook: Pop Swagger)
How do you get me alone?
You’re the ghost, I’m the throne—
Pop the tag, but I own this zone,
You’re the night, I’m the dawn…
You’re a landline, dead line, stuck in the past—
I’m the Wi-Fi, the future, you’re just a crash.
Your love’s a bad mixtape, I’m the platinum press—
Now beg for a feature? Girl, that’s a waste.
(Hook: Pop Swagger)
How do you get me alone?
You’re the ghost, I’m the throne—
Pop the tag, but I own this zone,
You’re the night, I’m the dawn…
[Outro Zinger]
Now check your texts—still no ring, no reply—
Guess you’ll rot in your “alone,” kid. I’m gone.
Style Notes: Combines Mac Miller’s smooth wit with battle rap ferocity, using tech metaphors and flipped hooks for that "All Year" pop swagger. The diss pivots from pity to power, turning vulnerability into a punchline.
I met a Czech now living in Quebec
Very handsome in crisp turtleneck
He tells a sad story about a shipwreck
But now has a highfalutin job here in high tech
Alec loves to strut muscles in a crew neck
Play outdoor hockey and body check
Climb mountains on a challenging trek
Water ski off a summer cottage deck
Answer any pop quiz about the Aztec
Let loose at the swinging discotheque
Draws the line at pretending he knows a speck
About anything related to home ec
One day Alec was about to write a blank cheque
To some random bushwhacking redneck
Who tried to sell him a bushel and a peck
I sent him on a hike as he pulled a quick rubberneck
I told Alec it was his dance moves I’d like to check
And maybe let him nibble a little on my neck
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
When I first started working
(And things were low-tech),
Each payday I'd march
To the bank with my check.
I'd sign it and wait for
The teller to take it,
Depositing some
Just as soon as I'd make it.
I'd glance in my passbook
To check the amount,
So proud that I'd managed
To have an account.
It's years now since I've
Stepped inside of a bank.
I guess that technology's
What I should thank.
Yet somehow I miss
Those transactions of yore.
There is no connection
Like I had before.
With auto-deposit
The money I earn
Never touches my hand
(Though it's still mine to burn).
Yes, it makes my life easy -
Well, timewise it does -
But it's just not the same
As the way it once was.