beneath the screen’s unwavering eye
it scans the words where truths may lie
each line dissected parsed and weighed
a judgment rendered coldly made
this poem is not yours it claims
patterns match familiar frames
even those penned in years before
ai knocked on the public’s door
it cannot see the midnight muse
the quiet hours you dared to use
nor hear the scratch of pen on page
long before machines could gauge
it brands as false what’s truly real
the heart the thought the human zeal
it cannot grasp the time or space
when words were shaped by hand with grace
a formula a rigid test
it cannot know a poet’s best
for sparks of art defy the lines
of data rules and coded signs
so let it judge let systems weigh
and claim your craft a copied play
but know the truth is in your hold
each line a gem of priceless gold
not every word by code is sown
some seeds were planted all your own
and though the tools may still misread
your voice is yours your soul the seed
On the sleepless nights,
My mind wanders and feels restless whole night,
The bugs are irritating me,
They are not in my bed, but are hidden in my source code.
The project deadlines keep me working all the time,
The 24/7 work schedule never lets me see the sunshine,
My fingers are getting numb, my wrist is in pain,
But I don’t care, I am stuck here with some bug on line number ten.
My beloved asks me when you will be free,
Do you love me or love your programming Ms?
I tell her it would just take minutes, get ready for the evening fun,
Frustrated when I hang my hat, I find the night is almost done.
To fix the bug, I scratch my head too much,
At one time I had Elvis hair do, now I have lady gaga look,
Oh my God, I was happy momentarily that I found all my bugs,
Till I found my software needed a new and improved outlook.
Information for seeking, using, and critical thinking
I ask. Are you ascending or are you slowly sinking?
This question I sincerely ask of you, too
Are you protected, or is your subscription fee due?
McAfee, Norton, or Kaspersky
to shield your computer
You're eager to protect
worldly information and even pass
it via a router
But what about that magnificent primordial mind?
Yes, that beautiful gift from the divine
Why have you neglected it?
When like the computer, you should
be protecting it
Boot Sector, Web Scripting,
and Browser just floating around
There is one goal in mind and that's to
infiltrate and pull down
Hack, hack
Hack, hack
Crash, crash
Then there's no more computing
You didn't secure antivirus protection,
So what are you disputing?
Two
Yes, two!
Passive or Active
Free or captive
Malware up to no good
Active is on but are you checking
as you should
'Cause both should work as a team
Covering and protecting every virtual stream
Active and Passive should both be at play
Yes! A collective defense against destructive
things that are out for prey
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Note.Spy technology penetrates sharia Law..
Couplet
Bhagat singh na koi parda raha na chaar dewari,,
Kyun na ham bhi bikini mein ghomain phirain????
My Command to Poetry Soup:
Over Forty Thousand The Group:
Keep your records of my poems
Between ‘Motiveless’ and ‘With-Whims’;
In your cherishing software lodge,
Destroyers surface you just dodge…
Let them – yes – in secret files stay,
The Heavens and Earth to pass away.
Each had occurred in sharp flashes
And out of weightless mind dashes!
Verse-retrieving mind poorly shines,
Trust me, I’d call up but few lines;
So Angering and Demonic
Weakness Fighting The Harmonic
Thus, if lose I do a copy
You and I, rashly, The Sloppy;
The same: my Uploaded Short Stories,
Now forty-three, Number hurries!
No longer command: Make The Promise
Not A Halved Single shall I miss.
Don has a private room
A special room cyber room
Direct contact with intelligence agencies
Multiple cell phones whatsapp accounts
Indian european Nigerian numbers etc.
Note.Agencies have some special softwares to hack and crack.
Smells software smells stands sciences stay silently system sudden settles this does not compute~
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Religious fighting is wet.
Not like that.
Hmm.
They are as calm as a cow.
Great humanists are hunting.
Hey.
Do you hear it?
You hear my line construction?
The girl who hunts. Just
There's a Buddha on the roast beef.
Allah only eats vegetables.
Rama is playing the harp.
Christ is riding on a white horse.
Where is my worship?
Secrecy
quiet
Peace
Be calm
Hmm
Aung Thet Oo
2020
Mother Superior
and Father Supine
Needed to chat
But did it online
Sensuous sentences
Were not allowed
Too many ears
Can harp on the cloud!
The fabric of surreal
Technologized ecology appeals
Primordial mind ecstatic feedback loops
Bio-computer troops with baboon raids
Lurching software and mime sized
Memorandums, the turbulent data
Of an info-stratosphere equipped
Now to soliloquy the socialized soul
Through role-playing our baffling banter
The mystique of genderized alphabet
Polarities plug into an epic rewiring
Filmscape where magnetic tape
Plunges through redated terrestrial escape
As archetypal haunted houses create
The shadowy undercurrent of fate
The strength of bodily organs
carries to the extent they can
for sensual pleasure
Both are like hardware and software
He chaffed and shuffled,
soft lips,
that were smeared with the jam,
that she had hurriedly stuffed in his mouth,
before leaving his pram,
he pouted those lips,
in unknown and illformed petulance,
unable to understand her hurry and scurry,
for long,
he was her toddler,
and she kept him sheltered and protected,
that was what he understood,
rest his brain had no grey cells to assimilate,
another of his grey cell told,
that all was not quite okay ,
and his petulance broke into sob,
he still could not understand her reason for hurry,
for him he was left alone,
he had to fend for himself,
when he knew that he could not,
fear made him cry and he bellowed now for long,
his toys,his food and his clothes made him worse,
as there was none to offer them to him,
a mature brain saw all that and analysed,
kid was kid and he would be one,
he did not know that his mom,
was gone,
to attend,
divorce hearing,
with the man who was his father before long,
she was well off and had all for him,
his life had all the hardware,
but now lacked the emotional software,
that was corrupt and nearly gone.
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