Yes, we agree..... here are the first of this month's poems on Computers!


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their work..... tell them, their e-mail is linked to their name on each poem.


Computer Lag............. by Hope
Missed you all ................by Hope
Internet Withdrawal ....... by Anna Mae Wittig
Computer Poet? ....... by Anna Mae Wittig
Spam, Spam Everywhere, But Not a Bite to Eat! ..... by Shelby Forrest
Enraged .... by L.B. Strawn
Computer shorts ....by L.B. Strawn
Dot (.) Com .... by Mary Sullivan Struzik
Defrag.exe .... by Chris Sorrenti
Sorting, Saving & Deleting .... by Hope
Grandma's On the Internet ..... by Dot Costello
Cybernaut ....... by Chris Sorrenti
The Net ....... by David Kevin Farrar
Friendly Mouse ....... by Hope Smith
No E-mail? ...... by Dot Costello
A Stubborn Mouse He is..... by Shelby Forrest
High Tech........ by Gerry Rothery
We Agree ......... by Anna Mae Wittig
Are You an E-Mail Junkie? ....... by Bernard Gluck
 


Computer Lag

by Hope .......................................
I emptied the caches
Scanned and defragged
Freed up some space
Computer still lagged

Mouse running ragged
Kept wagging its tail
Today my computer
Crawled like a snail

What was the problem
The puter used to fly
I searched in help files
This left me high and dry

Is the web being slow
Or was my puter sick
Maybe it will respond
If I give it one swift kick



Missed You All

by Hope .........................
Must say , I missed you all
So good to be back online
Computer is  healthy again
Four days was  a long time

I attempted writing a poem
Rhyming   as I usually do
Sharing hearts with friends
Also   friends on my ICQ

Technician came to  rescue
Computer he had to mend
Missed weaving my words
Missed each and every friend

Healthy computer returned
Compiling a rhyme soon I click
Here are a few woven words
My computer no longer sick
 


Internet Withdrawal

  by Anna Mae Wittig
I'll have to buy a paper,
Or at least turn on T.V.,
For news and weather, stock updates,
And my horoscope to see.

Then I'll validate my library card,
So I can research do,
And dig out the old medical books,
To check the symptoms of my flu.

Thesaurus and Rhyming dictionary
Are in the bottom drawer,
And messages like "live update",
I'm learning to ignore.

Can't look up that new prescription,
That the doctor has me taking,
Withdrawal from the internet has me,
Sleepless, bored and shaking!

My e-mail is just piling up,
The worst part of my plight,
I'm out of touch with all my friends,
My God, I'll have to write!

It seems that when a storm comes,
And lightning fries your modem,
There should be help available....

Some kind of 12 step program!


Computer Poet?

by Anna Mae Wittig .............
I saw the ominous-looking beast....beware,
Lording over all....King of the lair,
The doorway to the future, so they say...
This lump of wires and circuits, cloaked in gray?

It's supposed to free your mind, increase potential,
Course you have to learn to use... That's essential!

Unpacking it, my suspicions had hit home,
That all "their" brains looked like this styrofoam,
IT STILL TAKES POETS,
Even with it's tutors,
A good poem can't be written by a computer!



Spam, Spam Everywhere, But Not a Bite to Eat !

by Shelby Forrest ................

My hearty computer has memory,
It also has plenty of Ram,
But until just recently
it suffered abundance of "spam"

When I would check my email,
I stood to be elated.
Some 30 messages were waiting for me
But, alas, it was inflated.

Cause when I looked them over,
I muttered a mild (?) "Oh, Damn"!
Only two of them were legitimate,
While twenty eight were spam.

Then along came my trusty provider
With a spam eradicator.
They're testing it now. (It works just fine)
It's Earthlink's Spaminator.

Now when I make my email check,
My ego's a little deflated.
Though fewer in number, my emails are real.
No spam! I'm again elated.
--

"Poetry written in metric rhyme
Can bear the wear of eroding time"

Forest of Poetry Trees
http://home.earthlink.net/~sforrest/



 

Enraged

by L. B. Strawn .............
For months, when afforded some extra time,
I've been, more than busily, engaged
In typing and storing many a rhyme.
In learning I've, sometimes, become enraged.

The storage system is called a computer
And it doesn't always follow commands.
Sometimes it becomes a downright disputer,
Making it's own questionable demands.

Either it's going to learn my language,
Or, I'm going to have to learn it's.
Or else, it just might need a bandage
After it throws some nasty fits.

Why can't it learn to listen to me?
I'm the boss--my money bought it!
Which is the servant and which is free?
My freedom? Perhaps I just thought it.

Whatever happens we must understand
That one of us will have to give.
Most likely me---obeying it's command
That, together, peacefully, we might live.


Computer Shorts

by L.B. Strawn ..............
A lady once bought a computer
But it really didn't suit 'er.
It wanted it's own way--
From that, wouldn't stray---
That machine was a human disputer.

iiiiiiiii

My computer is really my boss
And causes me to twist and toss.
I have to count sheep
Trying to fall asleep---
When I wake up, I’m very cross.


DOT(.) COM

Mary A. Sullivan Struzik.......
                                 Whatever did we do before
                                    How did one get along
                                 So very different life is now
                                Since we have our Dot (.) Com

                                Zip - Zoom along the web sites
                                   A key word gets us there
                                    It's all so very easy
                                     To do it with a flair!

                                    A frenzied pace desired
                                  Each day increasing more
                             Who knows where this will lead us
                                How much will memory store?

                                 A tranquil scene nostalgic
                                     Often comes to mind
                                We were our best companions
                                    No need to get on line

                                      It is a fascination
                                    I can not do without
                              Like millions 'round the country
                                I’m hooked - there is no doubt

                                  Now - never any question
                                  Dot (.) Com is here to stay
                                   Are we the better for it?
                                   Time will have that say!

                                  Today Computer Heaven!
                                 Tomorrow - Who can tell?
                                      My ISP - Like Family
                                   Dot(.) Com is a soft sell!



DEFRAG.EXE
 Chris Sorrenti.................
 With a crack of mouse whip
 my computer obediently
shuffles rectangles of data
up the screen
reorganizing itself in a fashion
I can only dream of
leaving me to wonder
which of us is truly master?


Sorting , Saving And Deleting

by Hope ....................
Damn this machine today
Strange and acting stupid
Mopped up every teardrop
Emptied each lowdown cupid

Little arrows from the cache
Heart and arrows never agree
Deciding deleting those cupids
Made a separate folder for me

Zipped open some memories
Those letters that still remain
Saved them on floppy discs
To read  again and again

Delved  mystery and history
Opened  listened audio files
Voices through my speakers
Across my face came  smiles

Deleted  dated files and folders
Others I decided to upgrade
My mouse and I  kept busy
On our computer escapade

Sorting, saving and deleting
Finally quick wipe of the screen
Then heard mouse making noises
Perhaps now he’s needing a clean



Grandma's on the Internet

                  by Dorothy Costello.........

                                     Grandma's on the internet
                                 You won't believe the nuts she's met
                                  But what she'd really like to know
                                Is- Where are those who quilt and sew
                                  And do the things she likes to do?
                               She'd give them hints, and learn some too.

                             She used to be "scared" of a wee little mouse
                              Would scream if one ever got in the house.
                                   Now she hugs one night and day
                                   She'd rather cuddle it than stay
                                     On the couch and watch t.v.
                                    Her first love now is her P.C.

                                    She'd like to see it all unfurled
                                  So much to learn in this new world.
                                  She could explore it from her chair
                                    But mostly, she plays solitaire
                                   But that's o.k. she doesn't care
                                     About the weather in Zaire.

                            Windows were glass she'd wash and look through
                               Now they are programs to help us all view
                              The earth and the sea and the beautiful sky
                            A virus was something from which you could die
                              Now it's a nuisance that could spoil your day,
                                But it can be fixed and sent on it's way.

                              She served her time with diapers and dishes.
                                 Now she can do whatever she wishes
                               And if that means staying up half the night
                              To point arrows at icons-that's really alright.

                                 A bit was something you had little of.
                              Now it takes eight bytes to make the above
                              It's all so confusing, it makes her head ache.
                              A byte was something you take from a cake.
                                   She's learning more about it now
                             Her four year old grandchild showed her how.



CYBERNAUT
by Chris Sorrenti............
        All my life, anchored to the same old streets;
        a flood of faces; histories, interests, sadly never revealed.
        How many times imagined walking into their houses,
        voyeuring without malice, interacting peacefully.
        Ironic and insignificant now, for with a point and click -
        I am international, crisscrossing the planet on microchip wings.
        New friends I'll never meet ... face to face ...
        e-mailing one another our deepest secrets;
        strangers inviting me into http homes to share their lives;
        portraits scanned into machines, scant years ago ...
        science fiction; DNA, neural impulses
        converted into sequences of ones and zeros ...
        silken strands of the world wide web.


The Net

                                            by David Kevin Farrar..........


                                   Although our paths never crossed
                                     And our lives are miles apart
                                     I'm intrigued by all your charm
                                    And the warmth inside your heart

                                    You're just a name among the list
                                       Like an Angel in disguise
                                       And a picture in a frame
                                     That gave pleasure to my eyes

                                       Computer love at its best
                                       Like a flower in the mist
                                      You give out a certain glow
                                     That my heart could not resist

                                      So if we should ever meet
                                    And our paths somehow connect
                                      I will thank my lucky stars
                                      And the power of the Net


Friendly Mouse

by Hope Smith .................
Traveling around the world
In the comfort of my house
There I connect my journey
With  clicks of my mouse

With my mouse I then sail
With emails across the sea
We then connect together
Becoming friends with me

Travel daily to each other
Winter,summer,spring or fall
Then you type back to me
My world no longer small

There we can share hearts
Brighten each day with mail
Far horizons , oceans blue
Friendly mouse do never fail


No E-Mail

by Dot Costello ................

I just can' believe it,
No E. Mail for me today
You suppose everybody
Just went away.?

I'm tired of playing solitaire,
But there's nothing else to do.
Didn't even get commercials,
Not a single one or two.

So here I sit, all alone
With both hands in my nap.
While waiting for some E. Mail,
Guess I'll take a little nap.



Stubborn Mouse He Is
by Shelby Forrest............

My mouse sometimes gets stubborn
Just stops and will not move.
It's just as though he's telling me
There's something he's got to prove.

An independent cuss he is
A right impertinent upstart
He  likes to see the computer lock
And make me do a restart.

One of these days I will get mad
And naught of him can be seen
For all that's left of him will be
Mouse droppings on the screen.
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"Poetry written in metric rhyme
Can bear the wear of eroding time"

Forest of Poetry Trees
http://home.earthlink.net/~sforrest/


High Tech

by Gerry Rothery...........
I'm sitting on the outside, unable to look in,
And compelled to confide, I don't know how to begin.
Computer ignorance is my deficiency,
I'll have to take the brunt of inefficiency
Components are set up, The monitor in view,
Please do not interrupt, I will set it up for you.
Now, where's the switch or knob?  It won't get into gear,
My heart is all a-throb, as I begin to fear,
I'll never face a fact, or access the internet.
Here's something that I lacked, which one must not forget.
In plain sight, upon the rug, is what will start it all,
I'll take that three pronged plug, and stick it in the wall.




We Agree
by Anna Mae Wittig .................
It's a place to hide, a place to meet,
It's an addiction and yet it's a cure.
It can be the devil's playground,
Or a home for angels, pure.

It's a workplace and a place to play,
A counselor, and a guru,
You can check your meds, or research files,
Find a recipe for fondue.

It can help a child with homework,
or merely babysit.
It's a platform for your poetry,
Or an audience for your wit.

It's contact with folks in countries,
You never would have known,
It's learning of different lifestyles,
You might or might not condone.

It's something different to everyone,
But of this, there is no doubt,
We agree, our computer is one thing,
We can no longer do without!


Are You An E-mail Junkie?

                            - by Bernard Gluck
                              Your dog has a homepage; it's his very own
                              Your mother complains you never do phone.
                              She hasn't a modem so why should you try?
                             You TOLD her which PC she ought to go buy.

                          When MAIL says "NO MESSAGE" you try it again
                              to see if it missed one; it does now and then.
                               Your phone bill's delivered to you in a box
                             most likely from checking for E-mail from Fox.

                              All of your friends have an @ in their name,
                              with some, you can't tell it's a guy or a dame.
                            Your head, now you're tilting it sideways to smile.
                               You're frantic; an issue is not in your file.

                            You refer to your bathroom in your home abode
                               as where you are going to do a download.
                               You better get help and do it damn quick.
                              I'm telling you pal, I think you are SICK!!!



 

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