Technology has done much good,
but can’t cure the common cold,
it can keep you looking young,
but not from growing old.
'Let your fingers do the walking,'
used to be the plan,
nowadays, it's all thumbs and emojis,
as smart phones dumb down man.
When online, doing a search,
no matter what I type,
the 'engine' always knows best
and 'corrects' my text to the current hype.
Mostly, I'm so tired of being asked,
by AI, 'How did we do?'
when, in the end, I did all the work,
now, how about you?
I am looking for a heart
the kind that are hard to find
lost in the abyss of this
technological world.
I am looking for a heart
that are not metallic and mechanical
turned virtual robotic self-centred
in this facebook
and mobile phone addicted world.
I am looking for a heart
humane, made of love and blood
survived on human touch
and without needing
unneeded information so much,
just to be heartlessly smart.
I am looking for a heart
those simple and pure ones
that lived in the yester years
before we became slaves of this
artificial intelligence world.
(July 23, 2023)
A laptop lightens my mood,
Yet persuades me to be rude.
It’s always told what to do,
Yet in my mind it breaks through.
An iphone aids in stalling
During moments of squalling
Yet no one cares about that,
As everyone likes to chat.
The laptop is my teacher
If it’s not a poor creature
Yet the same bloke is flagrant
If common sense is vacant.
The iphone is my brother
If us two works together
Yet it would be my medium
If my life’s filled with tedium.
Thus, both souls need your utmost
In shaping the world we boast
If you want a great service
Thus? No need to be nervous!
Posted on 5th April 2023
Name of contest: Write A Jueju-Qijue Poetry Contest
Sponsor Name: Emile Pinet
Technological Transition to a Modern World
David J Walker
The Earth comprised of earthy scent
Labored sweat
Grim regret
80 years have sown
The Earth revised by measure lent
The hunters net
A daily threat
90 years have flown
The Earthy prize a treasure spent
A gamblers fret
An unpaid bet
100 years on loan
The Earth receives unearthly bent
The loss offset
A crude asset
1000 years have flown
Now social networks
Before tea-room social chat –
IT changes us
Single views are flawed
Life is grey not black and white-
Harmony spawns hope
Computer jargon
Academic rhetoric –
Actions not words count
Appeared in ACM SIGCAS Computers & Society, June 2015, Vol. 45 No. 2, p4.
Poetry Soup Featured Poem: April 12, 2021
I guess technology and social media really has a great impact on our lives,
I lost my phone and now i'm having sleepless nights
Save yourself from technology I know it has been destroying my mind,
All i can think about is how social media has impacted my life,
You call it social media when it makes everyone anti-social,
i'm always on my phone or computer i forget to talk to my family around me at home.
I rather be left alone,
So i can video chat on skype or download new apps on my phone.
When was the last time you had a brief conversation with someone face-to-face?
Not over the phone?
Let me guess
When your not picking up wifi or you left your phone at home?
Trying to explain this to you and you might tell me to shut up,
Because you're probably trying to listen to a voice note of making a flipagram video,
Instagram; double tap on all my pics,
On facebook you post a status, "add me on kik".
It's funny how technology is getting to teenager's brains,
I'm one who lost my phone and it's driving me insane.
If I want to spell a word I get my dictionary
Others use their I-phone
If I want to know the time I look at my watch
Others use their I-phone
If I want to send a message I get a pen and paper
Others use their I-phone
If I want to know a recipe I get my cookery book
Others use their I-phone
If I want to work out a sum I get my calculator
Others use their I-phone
If I want to know the weather I look out of the window
Others use their I-phone
If I want to listen to music I turn on my radio
Others use their I-phone
If I want to take a picture I use my camera
Others use their I-phone
If I need to look somewhere dark I use my torch
Others use their I-phone
If your I-phone gets lost then so are you,
How do you ever manage without it?
BUT if I get lost and need directions – I ask my husband
And he gets out HIS I-phone!
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