Short Programmers Poems

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Programmers' Axiom

There's no third option 
in the binary code of
lovers: to love or
not to love, that's the one and 
final truth of programmers.
© Diana Bosa  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Tanka


Premium Member Optimistic Young Computer Programmers

Charles Kline of UCLA and Bill Duvall, both young programmers
used special equipment to do a radical experiment
they used special equipment to encourage two computers to network
the idea of computers talking to each other was bizarre to most
It worked
This was October 29th, 1969
the beginning of the idea for the Internet

Easter In a Pixel Sea

Jesus became the life within a sea of dead pixels 
The programmers believed it was just a glitch 
Because they could not fathom life returning 
For it ripped apart the code of the cosmos 

The awakening was no simulation or virus 
It was the unveiling of intro and credits 
The start-up and switching off of all things 
Jesus became the life returned and what life brings

Androids

What is love
if knowledge is not understood?
how can one love
without realising the true likelihood?
 
Love deprived of information
is like a body without a heart
lacking compassion and concern
existing in the wilderness without counterpart.
 
What a tragedy it would be
if this will happen to you and me
we’ll be androids under control
slaves to programmers never set free.
© Dedu Son  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Algorithms

algorithms 
which art in zuckerberg
hollowed be the tamed 
hide the kingdom come 
oligarchs will us dumb 
in our place as it is in cyberspace
deny us this data our waylaid brain
and foreclose all our expectations
as we confirm our programmers'
and lead us not into liberation 
but deliver us for extraction
for yours is the sole right 
and the power 
totalitarian
forever
amen


Fake Souls

In this hyper materialist era 
We find ourselves in
Is there such a thing as a true soul?

Or have we all become 
Nothing but fake souls
The rights to our souls
Long ago sold

To the evil masters of the universe
The secret programmers
Of this cosmic video game
We all live in

	And our dear leader 
	Donald Trump
	Has a fake soul 

As he acts like he is robot
Trying to fake real human emotions
And usually failing miserably
© Jake Aller  Create an image from this poem.

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