Technology Poems
'T' vs 'H'
by alberto petrakov
Far and away in the leap of years,
A world of boon or a kingdom of fears !
'T'echnology, simulated-reality , braindeaths, AI,
Void of 'H'umanism, a head for an eye !
Preference to nation, ignorance to natives,
Envisaging transhumanism, transducing sedatives,
Madness advances, values are lost,
Just like sunshine in the stretch of frost !
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Jumping Jesus
by Frank Costabile
This entropy is getting the best of us
This entropy will take the rest of us
This novelty will leave us all behind
Will render science deaf and blind
Will take man through new designs
To conceive a way he's so inclined
To rupture space and render visions
Through eyes that only saw divisions
That which once took shape and form
Amorphous, shapeless, a new found norm.
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Who Is or what Is X?
by Hébert Logerie
Where is Twitter?
Who is or what is X?
I do not mean Super X?
I want to tweet a rumor
I was away for a few days
I am back. Now, I feel dazed
I am confused and mad
Where is Twitter?
I am amused and sad
I lost my sense of humor
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A C Hack
by Jesus Betancourt
In a futuristic city you don't hail a taxi
Simply dial for an autonomous car
Still identified with yellow chassis
Manufactured by Jaguar
Self driving auto prowls the street like a cat
Looking to snatch a passenger
You can pay with an app for that
Just beware there's no driver
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98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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98. Wonders of My World
by Kea Campbell
The entire world is in our back pockets.
Our perceived worth is in the other.
Condensed into a hand-size machine, everything humanity has ever seen. My head aches as technology abuses my brain chemistry.
My eyes burn from blue light, consumed by the escape. Interesting how our race is so distant, yet all in the same place.
This is not self-harm, but we are harming ourselves.
Our friends, foes, futures, and forsaken mental health.
In the other pocket, a piece of metal framed in colored plastic. With or without it, might determine our health and lavish.
A medium between what we have and what we owe. A representation of our will in the form of an 8 to 12 digit code.
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A C Hack
by Jesus Betancourt
In a futuristic city you don't hail a taxi
Simply dial for an autonomous car
Still identified with yellow chassis
Manufactured by Jaguar
Self driving auto prowls the street like a cat
Looking to snatch a passenger
You can pay with an app for that
Just beware there's no driver
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Metamorphosis
by Brady Stewart
The sky drips with oil
The birds chirp tar-like sound
The horizon swallowed the flame of the sun
As a delicacy brewed by the stars
Glass blown bulbs are fine.
The hands are eight fingered
Drywall scurried for bug-licking wires
On a web of cyan copper
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Blasted Computer
by Baramundi Roy
That blasted computer, I hates it so.
What he's doing with it I'll never know.
Surfing in Cyberspace, he works alone;
leaving me back on earth all on my own.
It does our finances with accuracy
but it cannot do them as good as me,
and each month we both stare at that bright screen!
Why can't things just return to how they'd been!
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Who Is or what Is X?
by Hébert Logerie
Where is Twitter?
Who is or what is X?
I do not mean Super X?
I want to tweet a rumor
I was away for a few days
I am back. Now, I feel dazed
I am confused and mad
Where is Twitter?
I am amused and sad
I lost my sense of humor
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