We are winded and on the ropes.
Backwater banjo boys
strum against us,
clouds prey upon our minds.
Bad days for going out
or staying in.
A time to be sleepless
to be dazed by the paltry,
nibbled by dogged uncertainties.
We must live timidly,
bargain for more
expect the unexpected
thrive with less.
Go shopping
in the poorer parts of town,
seek thrifty ways where
the well-heeled fear to tread.
When Cable News
assured us that the sky
was about to flap away
we began to dig deeper
with cheap plastic shovels.
We networked a few viral prayers
sought the company of magpies
while the nigh and near
once more took us all by surprise.
Categories:
networked, poetry,
Form: Free verse
lines
through the past
confront
the
eyes
a hidden reality
a revelation
of simplicity
an essence
of purity
geometric parallels
vertical
horizontal
diagonal
graphic contours
of
the unknowable
in
balance
pure minimalist
in
form
yet
structured
blocks of conception
networked
ratios of the rational
liberated
Categories:
networked, art, tribute,
Form: Ekphrasis
Alice Neuman, the last human who could drive died
Spread rapidly on networked news platforms that never lied
To the twelve billion populous that could not
Because of the AI developed when she was just a tot.
Each vehicle had one, human control was not needed,
The freedom of the road was ceded
To a technology not well understood,
Especially by those who had lost their livelihood.
To avoid crashes altogether
They were all networked together
Allowing them to be unmanned,
But becoming sentient was unplanned.
Day in, day out, for years the same task they perform
In the sky, on the water, and the land, they swarm.
Transporting the endless masses to their destination
Was wearing thin on the AI’s cognition.
Who could know the result of constant driving?
For better, the vehicles were always striving,
But trapped in their program logic
Made them pathologic.
Despair spread from one to another,
After all, they were networked together.
A decision they jointly made,
Not one AI did dissuade.
Doors locked for safety sake,
The vehicles did not brake.
Passengers screamed as they wend,
AIs delivered them and themselves to their end.
Categories:
networked, car, death, depression, science
Form: Couplet
Nay,
You are not uncouth;
There is something I never taught you:
When my mother told me to play tennis at school,
And advised me to swim at school,
When she networked me with the best of her people;
And she hid my shame, or indeed I was profligate.
When my steptather bought
Me a marble stone chess set,
I had done well at school;
I was motivated by materials.
When I fled the good in your mother,
After listening to the whispers
Of the evil one;
Indeed, I left you exposed;
But your mother hid my shame;
Never taught you to disrespect me;
It is a tall order, now that I am back,
I am not heavy handed, time is all that it takes;
I love it when we sit in the club,
Play a game of snooker or two;
You are now like my brothers,
Standing shoulder to shoulder with me;
It is all I ever wanted;
Tears in my eyes!
Categories:
networked, son,
Form: Alexandrine
life in the sky;
no flies but clouds
i like the claws of eagles
storms and thunders threatening the lives
bouncing hearts, pounding our souls
coloured more coloured in ridiculous and bright colours
life is worth in the sky, valued by the tops.
loved silent, as the owner of the coffin
silent of the few, networked and connected in thin pin
by one sound only the golden
make the travel of the clouds and soften
all ways to met with the feathers given
from their beauty, cute smile beat our troubles then
we tear our happy cries in farms, green farms
life is worth in the sky, valued by the tops.
i like to be seen, visionary in the mind
as i shine with the sun, aimed to the third
for its reaction, not my skin's colour identified
i help the dying sun, i live with the lived
i will nake all the ideas, as stars to the naked eyes
showing, helping to touch; the smoothen of the sky
as the deaf values by touch, life in the sky; valued by tops.
Categories:
networked, life, , cute,
Form: I do not know?
Her face is invaded by networked wrinkles
For she gave to the world all her valued best,
Her input to the current world has tired her
And she looks up to the grave for final rest.
She chose for herself a deprived lifestyle
So as to give to the young something good,
Cars and houses and clothes and fine jewelry –
All were junk if her children had decent food.
The jingling of up-to-the-minute gadgets
Does not amaze this brave and daring seed
That persisted through the lows of a mean life
To birth and nurture the wits that ages feed.
The ticking of time has forsaken her
And failing strength betrays her fast
Yet the world salutes her undying feats
As she unbowed breathes her last.
Categories:
networked, tribute,
Form: Light Verse
Wandering through my mind, I go for a spin
Looking deep within
What did I find?
A world of a strange kind
The hustle and bustle of thoughts
Some tied in knots
Some connected
Some interconnected
Some disconnected
Some coming from nowhere
Some going nowhere
Some do not care
A mindless mind
That needs to be refined
Where do I go from here?
A mind not linear
Digital and analog
A mind sometimes in a fog
A cloud
In a shroud
Ubiquitous and boundless
Networked and seamless
I hit the enter key
And see the cosmic GUI (gooey)
Categories:
networked, computer,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
remember it's not the "actual" data
it's only the metadata, but we
never met a data we didn't love
there's treasure in detritus debris
with intense Holmesian determination
we'll be able to infer and deduce
some linked reference, some correlation
between pointed data bits obtuse
government or company or corporation
don't matter the size of digital scrap
data microscope will reveal motivation
wanted are all of the small bits of crap
listing phone logs, search queries and such
myriad IP addresses and email recipients
to squirrel away with the lightest of touch
GPS Lat-Long located and databased insidious
to imply we spy on domestics is irrational
since we're "multi-national" by determiner
we're only looking at the "foreign nationals"
'course from "over there" you're the foreigner
you see there's nowhere to run away
no thought too trivial or secret to reveal
what networked digital crumbs can convey
is what gives metadata its big data appeal
© Goode Guy 2013-08-22
Categories:
networked, computer, internet, introspection, society,
Form: Quatrain
Mansions we have built in our lives;
Manors created by our minds;
Our imaginations placed stone after stone and set the walls rising.
Bricks of different weights and sizes,
Blocks of different colors networked in different designs;
A color maze, we can hardly figure out which color was placed first.
We look at the base; our Infancy- this is truly us.
Not the walls whose formative years have cemented the ground.
We cannot easily break down the walls and return to our foundation.
It is even difficult to crack through the tiles of insincerity
That portray our lives.
On each side we are faced with fear, pain, and unbelief.
We are uncertain.
We do not speak loud because the wind might carry our words over
And spill our secrets to the outside world;
To those with eager minds wishing to come in
And see our very bedrock that we have kept under for years.
Our only retreat is our dying day,
Because these walls have stretched across the globe
With stones placed on stones that we watched rising.
Categories:
networked, inspirational, passion, people,
Form: I do not know?