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syntax errors will be treated uniformly by all conforming browsers and other user agents.[8]My finger hovers Shall I turn you on today You lie there tempting me I need to know what buttons to press But when I press those buttons You respond immediately and burst into life Every Wednesday you leave me little messages I try to ignore them but you are so persistent You want to update I want to write I press any key to continue And you ignore me and update anyway My husband is fed up with the distress you cause me He has a cunning plan to fix you forever ... No more automatic updates From now on you and I can live together in perfect harmony I can press the right keys to update you when it suits ME Now I am in complete control! Computer Poem Contest – Carol Eastman 29th March 2015 Cyber real
Has the convenience of technology inoculated us from reality? Do androids dream of electric sheep? I pray the code my soul to keep? Does your universe live within 4G Or megapixel infinity? Which memory lies within The one that was Or the one that's been Or how much gig how much ram? Which reality is true? Cyber me Or cyber you? Cyber bully Cyber crime Cyber hate Cyber time? Cyber boxer Or cyber brief? Who is the real identity thief? Cyber pleasure Cyber pain Hours spent glaring into the screen Choosing an alternate username. Status updates and trending tweets Fill your mind and rob your sleep. Clever hashtags and Instagram Will shape your image and gain more friends. Is the you you've shaped in cyberspace The same you I'd see face to face? We hide behind our computer screens And criticize with brutal ease. Virtual reality Is buying souls of men you see And robbing the ability to dream real dreams. I want to conquer something real That I can grab that I can feel. I want to touch life and hold on tight I want to unblock true friends And "like" real sights. I want conversation face to face In real world time In a real world place.
Copyright © 2015 Kelly CrenshawObsessed with flat
It's funny How did a computer A silly computer A flat screened computer Become my obsession? I wake up There it is Waiting Begging Inticing "Turn me on" "play with my buttons" I look at the bright screen Remembering the Poltergeist warning "Don't go into the light" But it's so pretty! I'm sure I'll be alright Eyes see Pupils dilate Pulse quickens As my fingers tap feverishly on keys Traveling to different places with ease Wondering Who else sees Images like these Hers and hims and other me..s Infected by their computer disease Friends I connect with Around the clock Ticking while I'm talking And wrestling with a sock Late for work again What a shock A cup of coffee on the keyboard spilled My glowing obsession is sadly killed Emotional me With remorse I'm filled Then I pause until I'm chilled I reach for my smart phone Thankfuly I'm OK I can keep in touch anyway Here in my pocket I have a way to play A portable flat screened obsession I can access night and day! For Carol's Computer Contest. Copyright © 2015 Richard Lamoureux
The Man in the Wilderness
Feeling like a lodger In my own home Thankful for my music And my new found roam Families and communities They are just so hard to find But in April 2009 I found the most precious kind I found the name amusing So the button i clicked on to see The layout was very inviting Like an open door should be For in a matter of minutes On first uploading a poem This Highlander was content He had found a welcome home So many lovely writers Poets who share their bless No longer this Scotsman is The Man in the Wilderness http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/me.php
Copyright © 2015 James FraserShort Stuff
You were always happy, always on the move with a great zest for life and a heart full of love. We loved you too and checked to see if you’d get mad if we mimicked your habits, but you laughed instead. When we were in school together, you often horsed around; I ribbed you about eye trouble, eyes too close to the ground. You lived life with gusto, knowing your time was short; playing hard, working harder, often with a jolly retort. Honest to a fault, you saw the positive side of things; kept things in order, solid rock with no mood swings. Cut off jeans, gray tee shirt, tinted glasses, baseball hat; great big grin, teasing quip, a big hello, a friendly chat. You were the best teacher any student ever had; I could call on you to help as though you were my dad. You drove my school bus on many a winter morn; dressed in brown coveralls, bottom legs frayed and worn. You were there in summer, helping coach baseball games; at football with your camera or turning cartwheels in the gym. You taught us how to care, how to study, how to play; how to work on the computer and make the most of every day. So determined to learn, spending hours at a throw; self-teaching all the things a teacher needed to know. You are the poem of my life, who you were tells the tale; your poem will last forever, healing memories never pale. You wrote the words of this poem, pages of my life tell the story; you will read them back to me, when we meet again in glory.
Copyright © 2015 Cona AdamsAngst on the Big Screen
There you go again, you “Cyber Brat”! There is “no such website”? What is that? First you lead me through a wild web maze; I Google, then succumb to your craze. What happens if I hit “delete”? Will my work vanish, incomplete? Or do you wish to cast me aside? I’ll tap “escape” and wash out high tide! Your camera is like a stalker; I cuss it like an inane squawker. If I press “shift,” will the Earth’s poles move? Your choice of labels you could improve. So I’ll “insert” myself into your brain, In a quest to make you more humane. The poor page tires of your “up” and “down” Now the court jester can wear your crown! No more “errors” or lost connections, And I’ll rid those viral infections. Take me back to the old typewriter, Days when the world’s load seemed far lighter. I promise I’ll never eke out a "tweet" When I replace “Word” with a paper sheet. The old “White Out” is still in my desk And it’s never looked more statuesque! *Written April 1, 2015, for Carol's contest.Copyright © 2015 Carolyn DevonshireThings We Like
Birthdays, reunions, vacations and hikes. Weddings, divorces and photos of tykes. Vids of grandkids on their skateboards and bikes. These are the things every cyber Friend 'Likes'!
Copyright © 2015 Lycia HardingMy Sudoku Life
And I walk across numerical figments speaking hyperbole dialect to their imaginations. Numb, blocky gaps whisper invitation to secret club. Enticing my stature to belong to become exponent’s side-kick. So they can welcome me with open arms. Coating my digits with inoperable tumors double-knotted in hot pink laced bow and baby-breath scent. They even left a Walmart Rollback smiley face sticker with crack residue on right cheek and a comic-style bubble caption, “welcome home puppet”. Yes! This is exactly how Mother 1 told me it would be. Kinda like marriage, but less detail-oriented. But, I could never fit in. For I am neither positive nor negative about their (cult) ural ways. Timing would always be off. An arm from the clock that suffered a stroke at Midnight… They’d never understand, how they’d alter this unevenly, odd numerical figment. For they’ll just calculate, deduce, my sum with rusty protractor. This Zero, into a fraction... © Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © 2015 Drake EszesThe Computer Screen
Of the items in the store, All were second hand An old computer did I buy, With a broken stand One side was badly scratched Two knobs were missing too But that’s not the story I’m about to tell to you T’was about the second week Of the ‘puter at my place Sitting there against the wall Near the old staircase I recall the night was late As I readied me for bed When I turned the ‘puter off, The screen … it turned blood-red The appearance caused a start I gasped a gulp of air I couldn’t turn my gaze away I stood right there and stared. Then a low murmuring From deep within the set Cold chills ran over me I’ve not forgotten yet A voice, low and menacing Containing graveled rasps I could not then stop again My involuntary gasp I stood there mesmerized My gaze remained transfixed Emotions racing through me And all of them were mixed The Voice on the other side Of the blood-red display screen Issued a command to me So ominous and mean: “Place your hand upon the screen And repeat these words to me: Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.” I felt my arm move upward Powerless to resist I felt a burning in my palm As the display screen it kissed I heard a voice and realized The speaker it was me: “Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.” As the words transmitted, Involuntarily, I could feel a change come on … Overwhelming me. As I stared in disbelief My hand – it disappeared Absorbed into the blood-red screen As the burning onward seared … Through my wrist, up my arm It’s hotness I could feel Inward was I screaming Not believing this was real! In reflection from the screen I was being pulled into I saw a face, and then I screamed: “That horrid face is YOU!” The rapid assimilation Continued then until All feelings were extinguished And all was calm and still. A trillion beings there transformed To tiny bytes and bits And ‘tis every part of us All websites now transmits Now here I am deep inside This computers’ display screen If there’s disturbance felt Oh so sharp and keen Just place your hand upon the screen And read these words to me: “Where you are right now, Is where I need to be.”
Copyright © 2015 Jack ClarkHard Drive
You tell me you have the space you need, That makes me want you to get closer, You have so much you could offer, A couple of servers along with full exposure. With all that ram that you have in that tower, It would make my tech world come alive, Baby, that all sound so darn appealing to me, But what I want to know is, how big is your hard drive?
Copyright © 2015 Casarah NancePatience
My laptop is a very pretty shade of purple, I open her top gently and dust off her keys; Calmly I press the start key and wait patiently, And I wait patiently composed in myself and full of hope. I am humming when at last I am connected, The internet is before me and I am on my way; And then it happens, "internet connection lost," Oh gosh and darn it I start the whole process once again. And again and again I try but not quite so calmly, Okay finally here we go I am on my way to creating; On my way to poetry soup and to writing a poem, And then it happens, "poetry soup is not responding." I am ready to throw the computer out the window, I scream at my laptop, "your usefulness is used up;" Off I go to have a tea and to smooth my feathers, Kitty has been watching me and decides to give it a whirl. _______________________ March 22, 2015 Light Poetry
Copyright © 2015 Broken Wings