Modern world with modern modems,
AI, Wi-Fi, modern day totems,
keyboard nostalgia, a typewriter App,
mind that modern knowledge gap,
discord, discourse, modern day omens.
Categories:
modems, 10th grade, future, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
I’ll be home to message you
With this central processing unit
Let our modems run with glee
There will be a bit with bytes
Moving through the night
With web cookies for a treat
Our random memories
Will be filled with spam
To cache the data as we sleep
Bandwidth and broadband
All around running through the night
While the World wide web
Never sleeps keeping your,
Battery Warm
Be not troubled by Malware
For Mcafee will send you a bill
Enjoy your computer peaceful night
Have a Goodnight
Categories:
modems, christmas, song,
Form: Lyric
Space is unknown, but we must explore it,
Without predicting what aliens we will find,
No understood language with no semiotics,
No ticked physicality to suggest a mind.
Life presents experiences, not systems,
It lets you accept others with openness,
No demands said for others’ modems,
Or pretences to aid liking or fondness.
If you welcome your society and culture,
Science and the medical profession,
Then you’ll take on the right posture,
For no torture, angst or condescension.
Categories:
modems, imagery, language, relationship, space,
Form: Quatrain
Together
we would be like a mass traveling
at unheard of speeds
like molten lava
succinct
we would be in love
& when cooled
we could be cups & craters
to hold the tears
& a mountain to dive down them in
Our union would sound like one thousand birds
giving birth to one thousand more
& Viola!
We would have many flying aways
we would have eccentric modems
words of wisdom
a computer magistry
at our fingertips
a field for facts
sparkling stones
a fax
a phone call
to God
A Friend
Each other.
Categories:
modems, love,
Form: Free verse
Together
we would be like a mass traveling
at unheard of speeds
like molten lava
succinct
we would be in love
& when cooled
we could be cups & craters
to hold the tears
& a mountain to dive down them in
Our union would sound like one thousand birds
giving birth to one thousand more
& Viola!
We would have many flying's away
we would have eccentric modems
words of wisdom
a computer magistry
at our fingertips
a field for facts
sparkling stones
a fax
a phone call
to God
A Friend
Each other.
Categories:
modems, love,
Form: Free verse