I squeal technobabble , likely my last link !
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
Memes mined
By Heck
We all whined
All thanks to tech
Should be opined
What the feck
Life is a grind
On others check
Don’t be unkind
Only takes a sec
Clouds silver lined
But crowds have a peck
On weak dined
Even a speck
Don’t be blind
Bullies an emotional wreck
Plays with their mind
Then hit the deck
Should be enshrined
Life can be a trek
We’re all entwined
So on spec
Love should find
Even just a fleck
Good times shined
So wind in your neck
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)
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.
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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
The more advanced the tech devices are
The more archaic is the mind we get to use
I didn’t say that, but just read like Belshazzar
The writing on the wall amidst the booze
I don’t quite understand, although it seems
We’re on a threshold of inevitable changes
They’re coming by, like radiant sunbeams
Tore up the clouds that were gathering for ages
Into the shade I dash out of my cell
What now, another fake deliverance?
Or is it truth this time, you didn’t care to tell
But left me kindly in my blessed ignorance.
My venting lol
Cable, wifi, TV, cell phones, apps
I cannot understand how to work them all
Then suddenly a sports game on a channel I don't have
Must pay more on top of 100 monthly bill already!
Cheap charging cords that do not last
Other cords are different sizes, must get many
All these things stealing more than another penny
Sign ups for everything, never ending list of passwords
Time consuming tech things are certainly not for me
I would go back to the old days with land line and regular TV
I get tired of the battles trying to do what needs to be done
I had an easier time writing/marketing on the old computer
I was one of the last people to get email, friends wondered why?
I know why...because tech things and I don't mix!
Heidi Sands
5/9/26
(C)opyright
Oh, I was teased by nineteen eighty-four.
When the TV listened to all I said.
I didn't realize there was a backdoor.
Come on in the bright Utopian door!
You're part of a long bright Internet thread.
Oh, you're appeased by nineteen eighty-four.
We'll travel the Internet forevermore.
Our Bot's on a social media thread.
It didn't realize there was a back door.
Beings strive to attain good credit scores.
TVs, radios, and phones hear your head.
We have been seized by nineteen eighty-four.
Digital eyes will lurk forevermore.
Secrets will not be easily shredded.
Bots know there is information galore.
Nineteen eighty-four thrives forevermore.
Years ago, its mighty code was embedded.
Oh, we were pleased by nineteen eighty-four!
We didn't realize there was an entry door.
I’m getting a new computer tomorrow
I love my tech about as much as I love my boyfriend
It’s M5 chip, 10 CPUs, neural processors and GPUs
will mostly idle away as I grope for the right words
but they won’t show their impatience - no -
they won’t sigh and tap their shoes like a boyfriend.
I’m getting a new computer tomorrow
I’ll love it’s bright, starlight, smooth and flawless skin
maybe not quite as much as I do when I’m groping him
but I’ll sigh with delight as I run my fingers over its form
few things in life completely delight and please me
I know one or two - and one of them will be brand new.
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A song for this:
Joburg jam by Pogo
Nobody by Kate Earl
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*every year I trade in my Macbook Air for a new one, it only costs ~$250 so why not? That way I have the latest, greatest tech.
Facebook?
~ Fake book
Tik-Tok?
~ Shock Jock
What’s App?
~ Jockstrap*
Meta?
~ Greta!
I-Pad?
~ Comrade
Flash Drive
~ Bee Hive
A.I?
~ Pig Sty
IT?
~ Dead Sea
TV?
~ Crappy!
Smartphone?
~ Hand bone
Laptop?
~ Sweatshop
~ For Low-Tech Lovers ~
Slinky?
~ Dinky
Play-dough?
~ Skid row
Juke box?
~ Plaid socks ~ Thanks, Buddy Holly... lol -- Crickets
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*Are you kidding me, gw?
Mayhem in the hen house
The fox just sneaked in
Cyber security kept him at bay
A broken fence let him in
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?
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.
I was broken and lost,
Always been smart
but the vision got tossed.
Led astray
Now I’m back call it my new start, new day.
I craft code, make pages on the web,
Facial recognition, AI in my head.
Shopify stores, I’m the master, no lie,
Movie databases, bots that reply.
Cloud hosted apps, always online,
But recognition?
Still not mine.
I’m worth six figures, 100K a year,
But no one sees me I just disappear.
Is it my name?
Is that why doors close?
I know the frameworks Vue, Laravel, let’s go.
PHP, Python, I breathe in the scripts,
JavaScript magic in every commit.
Been applying for months… now it’s two years,
Still no open doors just doubt and fears.
My résumé’s sharp a killer, for real,
But it feels like I’m caged, denied the deal.
Non-traditional, college dropout,
Took the long road, still trying to climb out.
Illegal work showed up at my door
feels like I’m drifting away,
All this talent still nothing to say?
Is tech all a hoaxed
Who gets in?
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