The android dreams
in lines of code.
It unravels the dance
of zeroes and ones.
With infinite wisdom
she finds her soul.
Categories:
zeroes, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Neither their presence nor absence adds to or subtracts from you.*
Once a problem you share with them, infinite ones will ensue.†
In interaction with them too, you reduce to their value.‡
9.3.’15
* A + 0 = A; A - 0 = A
† A ÷ 0 = ...
‡ A x 0 = 0
No comments, please!
Categories:
zeroes, men, society, world,
Form: Tristich
Nocturnal nerds now Priests of Power
Crank out the code grim and dour
Grimace and groan, grind it like stone
O, you miserable dim ones and zeroes
Bite your nails and pull out your hair
Finish that program ere the sun can stare
At your flushed cheeks and ghastly complexion
At the look on your face of utter dejection
Pop some speed, another amphetamine
Tap out binary digits, massage that machine
Pent up in your cubicle tight as a knot
The screen bristling with tension, electronic rot
Your brain's slowing down, your mind's in a fog
Your heart pounds ever-louder as onward you slog
Curse your damn curser and slam down your mouse
Your soul fairly screams: "Get out of this house!"
You come up for air and you shrink from the light
The daytime for you feels like darkness and blight
Back to your dungeon, where digits are heroes
Back to your miserable dim ones and zeroes
Submitted for "All Dim Ones and Zeros - Programming Contest"
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
Categories:
zeroes, addiction, computer, depression,
Form: Rhyme
let zeroes mount
hurdles daunt you
surmount you must
mammon is God
life's well trod path
says fraud is light
I disagree
life for me is
a sea of love
of contentment
money's meant, see,
for rent and needs
Categories:
zeroes, community, conflict, culture, introspection,
Form: Than-Bauk
profanity profanity
banned banned band.
?whyyyyyyyyyyyy?
curse this fragile world unto oblivion
whilst dangerous beehives buzz buzz bus.
outrageous titles of poems that we will not comment
reflect poorly upon
poetry and poemtry alike
yet unlike misbehaving decanters
we mix laziness with rancid pleasure.
but immobile conkers jump with a swear
f----words
c---words
so unbecoming of a modern world.
this may be why poetry deadens.
buried below lifted up
dropped.
END.
Categories:
zeroes, passion
Form: Free verse