Short Tech Poems
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Well, those new vampire droids,
are prototypes as of yet.
Though it's reaching that point,
says the Dean at, Bellevue Tech.
It is much like pulling teeth
Getting a grip on technology
I feel like a wooden relic in time
Learning new ways with old mind
Mayhem in the hen house
The fox just sneaked in
Cyber security kept him at bay
A broken fence let him in
Screw google, and their big birds chicks....
Switching gears as her united nations wishing
Italy's vatican to change it's stance upon abortion ?
Form:
Written by Gail DeBole
on March 12, 2020
A witch flew a magical broom
That lost its magical zoom.
She decided to buy
A broom that could self-fly
and beat a rocket to the moon.
The two for one price deal read “Open here”
with slick dotted lines and sharp arrows clear.
But false perforations
foiled nails, teeth and patience.
Surrendered, she opted for pop tab beer.
U are IN, the I of the VERSE;I.T…
A Source of course, a SoUp of eYes…
A Universe…
A UniVerse.City…
A UniverSee.ALL.City….
A Universality…
A Universal Philosophy…
ASource of cOURSe…
!T'Each.
Form:
Always decimalize , not of priming . My cursor foothold to formulate logging leveling again ; curb reverberation shakeout reclamation : substitutable ?
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
Form:
Hi tech trinkets
Shiny new gadgets
Radically transforming ourselves
There's an app for that
Absence of human touch
And Face-to-face emotions
Connect through texting
Computer generated desires
Hi tech verse humans
Paradox of our time
Inbox .......
FULL
Delete!!!!
Could it be THIS easy?
Form:
If to our views, you don't align;
You'll forfeit your right to post and opine.
When with your ideas, we do agree;
We grant you the right to speak free.
Should your thinking be different we find,
You must shut up till you get back in line.
Do you feel like
You are slowly being
Digitized, dehumanized?
Do you feel like
You are losing touch with
Reality, your humanity?
Do you feel like
An alien technology
Is invading your brain,
Turning your life into
A video game?
We livre for a new hope
Dangerous Prissians
A tell-tale croach-rod
I move finally, in-ally.
Losing the power.
Gaining the momentum
We dance to the Atan
British-Atan
A head for beat rock
A poem is written
I extract the beauty of life
For the outcome of tech
Energy
Disregard gas
Disregard wind farms
Disregard solar panels
Disregard electricity
Forget wifi
Forget electronics
Forget iPones
Forget laptops
If only we could find
a way to saddle
the children vitality
we’d be comfortable
forever.
Written: August 27, 2022
Programing a VCR and other terrors
In the old days
I used to dread
the chore
of programing my VCR
just never got the hang
of doing that
the VCR sat there
taunting me
begging me
to do it
to her
but I just never could
learn how to program
that damn machine
Na/GloPOWR/Mo prompt Day 18
Bodies hit the floor like raindrops,
Drops not numbered just seen,
Falling one after the other,
Falling down,
They hit the ground and dissipate,
Not there for long,
Why is not known,
But the bodies hit the floor one after the other,
Like rain in a storm,
Not numbered just seen.
Then gone.
The old world burned
to feed progress
coal, smoke, oil
profit without pause.
But the earth remembers
every wound
every forest fallen
every poisoned stream.
Now a shift begins
toward cleaner futures
toward machines
that heal more than harm.
Green is no trend
It is necessity
Tomorrow belongs
to sustainable minds.
He wrote of death and spoke in whispers
His troubled mind squirmed like and eel,
Yet no one knew of the evil he planned
Or of the hate that he was inclined to feel.
Horror rained heavy on the people that day
Who experienced shear terror and pain,
For this diabolical subhuman
Unleashed his misanthropic rage
Causing anguish that will not soon wane.
Do you have:
a broken phone?
faulty drone?
apple with worms?
broken windows?
Call for Tim
and in a whim
he delivers
tech support at its best
you drink
while he tests
He delivers
version 2.2
And all he asks
is that YOU
are happy when all
is brandnew!
Happy hour
drinks two for one
cheers for Tim
Repairs all but done
More tequila and gin!
Want What
Incoming objects form who knows where
Back scatter over the horizon inverse synthetic aperture radar
Picking them up far away not from here
What are they where are they from
Who is inside what do they want and why
Maybe the copper forgot his sandwiches
Or the mum wants to get her kid's milk
What is obvious is that they're here right now
Let's go see what they want...
My computer is congested
With all the stuff it's ingested -
The silly poems that I've devised
And the inane things I've surmised.
Yes indeedy, it's been force-fed
All my foolish nonsense instead
Of important things and the like,
Now it's told me to take a hike.
All I asked was for it to print,
It said, "Listen, bub, take a hint,
I can't answer when you call.
I'm not responding. That is all."
Santa Goes High Tech
By Elton Camp
It was foggy one Christmas eve
He’d get lost, Santa did believe
To a bright-nosed deer he did say
Rudolph, won’t you lead the way?
So there was a new member of his team
With permanent employment it did seem
When Santa got himself an iPhone
Rudolph’s job was very soon gone
An app he found his sleigh to guide
So poor Rudolph was pushed aside
High Tech
In the Silicon Valley the sit the tsars of high tech
producing stuff, you didn`t know you needed
They know the Armageddon is coming but try
not to stop it, as it will obstruct their profit.
When the world resources are depleted and
nuclear war beckons, they are too busy to find
a secure place to survive the upcoming wars.
With all their intelligence combined, they see
not the indefinite human mind, their survival
will be a vast nothingness
Fingers tapping keyboards
Producing letters, not sound
No lyrics or music
Just amusement
Degradation, separation
Behooving a movement by
standing in line to go
Around and around
cul-de-sac concepts;
a cyclic sign of decay
Take a number but realize
Nothing has order because
it's organized that way
Irony and hypocrisy are sewn
into innate intelligence
Closing the gaps between
the rivalry of God and yourself
There is no-one else
Just you and everyone
Form:
I think that if I could have wearable tech
it might be a vest that inflates in a wreck.
Perhaps a decoder of lyrics by Beck,
or one that converts between gallons and pecks?
Or lets me run wild in the ship’s holodeck.
But I am afraid if I am circumspect,
it is I that this tech likely tries to inspect,
to direct my actions, make me genuflect.
Big brother, who watches, with powers unchecked!
So with due politeness and all due respect,
This wearable tech is a watch I reject.