Tag: Poetry

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Tech Feelers

~ S.M. Nolan ~ 2 Comments

Ones and Zeroes
I play the Heroes.
Fantastical realms,
with steel and magical helms.

Engage the light.
Speeds are a fright.
When quantum theory,
becomes computer literary.

With a click and a whir,
holo-screen’s a-blur.
and keys that click and clack,
have become mere thoughts that stack.

Petabytes of information,
become moments of frustration,
as knowledge transforms
and ascends in cyber-storms.

When wi-fi is all around us,
and web 2.0 evolves in a fuss,
the bytes and the bits,
still will not quit.

So don’t fear the future,
or technology,
and don’t try to fight it,
just wait and see–
For reality is realer
when lived with tech feelers

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Random Chance

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Standing stock-still,
necks craned skyward,
to view the awesome power,
of nature’s wrath and fury.

They talk of gods,
of places above and below,
the irony is lost on them,
that this is their beauty.

Earth and sun.
Moon and stars.
How much more miraculous,
or brilliant do you need?

They say there must be a creator,
to bring this from nothingness,
but how profound to think,
that all was once darkness.

And now there is light,
stars and quasars,
supernovae and black holes,
planets, moons, comets, and asteroids,

and a million more things.
Some we’ll never know.
More we’ll never see.
Oh how this is diminished,
by gods and deities.

More importantly, I ask,
doesn’t that cheapen life?
The universe?
Everything?

It’s an eternal question,
one I’ll always ask;
isn’t life grander,
more sacred,
if formed by random chance?

Bonus Poem: Madness That’s Broke

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Of madness I’ve spoke,
but I fear it’s been broke,
from the loss of the bloke,
whom the butt of the joke,
did ensure to revoke,
the derision, incision, entitlement folk.

There’s a rhythm you see.
I’ll say it with glee.
For the rhythm is one,
and I just like me,
well to do we,
me and the sea,
pitch and roll,
smell quite like thee,
after a week of no bathing,
and fights blood-thirsty.

Oh madness!
The folly we feel,
when the masters that deal,
and tend to the wheel,
wish only to steal,
our mindless madness,
and succulent veal.

Turn to the boob.
Boy what great rube,
put this in without lube?
A great ‘roid-shaped cube,
on the hole of the human,
television-called tube.

I’ve no madness to captcha’
but only a raptcha’
to which i’ve been matched– uh,
can you please it give back na’ ?

Ah, there it returns,
the madness that burns,
a hole as it turns,
while the scent of these ferns,
know not their own yearns,
but like me do churns,
with madness and sadness, and gladness that learns.

Bonus Poem: Into You I Fall

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Sleep;
wrap me in velvet,
and keep me warm.
For the nights are long,
and I am just born.

I’ve entered this world,
in the most usual of ways.
Reincarnated,
from the last of my days.

Once more I’ll live,
and one day die,
but until then I’ll give,
my all– or at least try.

For life is a gift,
not one from deities,
but rather for all,
whom share its proclivities.

When again I am forced,
to close my eyes,
and from life be divorced,
then I will sleep like no other.

Until then,
swaddle my soul,
in an endless abode,
of love and warmth,
and happiness untold.
For I am just born,
and this world it’s cold,
but I’ll know nothing of that,
until I am old.

Sleep;
hold me in dreams,
for heaven it seems,
is not a fiction,
but a place without seams.

It is on the Earth,
inside of us all,
so hold me close, sleep,
while into you, I fall.

For my gorgonZola…