Progress?
Wired
Tired
Sucked in
Sapped
Scrolling
Trolling
Anonymous
Snapped
Eyes down
Disconnected
Alone
Distracted
Mean
I’m not mean to you
But I can be mean to you
I don’t want to be mean to you
But I will be mean to you
Don’t make me be mean to you
So I don’t have to be mean to you
I know I’m mean to you
Because of what I mean to you
Technology is Leaving Me…
Ah me!
A blogger, a writer!
A wanna be, me.
The more I learn, the more I don’t know
About technology!
Selfies I know, but Snapchats?
What’s that?
Email and Ebooks fill up my G’s
Making my hard drive look like swiss cheese!
Courses and Challenges flooding my inbox like a firehose.
So many. So good. How do I know
Which one to promote.
Mentors and merchants offering fame,
It’s kind of like sex. They are all selling the game.
WordPress and Weebly are leaving me wobbly!
Time to back up and breathe,
Because after all, I just wanna be ME!
Cinder
I can’t speak this mood
I’m in… Staring me in the face
Winds of change
Are raging
Burning to erase
No muse has spoken
The word to describe
It goes on unsung
The things my mind hides
Earth and fire mix
Form translucent glass
What cannot salvaged
Float off to the past
Give me sight to see
Prescribe the magnified
Give me knowledge pure
To bring me to new life
On thinking
When you can’t think of what to write, just
think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think think
–
eventually the word will embody a different meaning,
a different concept,
perhaps nonsensical,
sparking an idea.
Then, may you write.
Technology, She Wrote
I read about it on
Wikipedia, definition
from the Greek,
science of craft.
recalling I could not
drive a car, do not
have a cell phone,
barely manage my own pc.
Ironically, in one detour,
I earned a living,
for three winter months in a
computer room at
senior citizens center
“teaching” how to turn one on,
when most of them wanted
to play on-line bingo.
My success was showing
at least two women how
to get started, and would
share another would-be
artist information about
important people in
Afro-American history,
printing out photos he
used as models to draw.
While writing this I
used technology while
adding boiling water
to grains of instant
coffee as a break from
poetry and words.
God tells me she did not
want me to be a technocrat.
Techno vs. Talent
Forty years ago
I became a clown
and what a joyful job it was
I was known all over town
I sang my songs and told my tales
and gave my puppets voices
but now today I’m really “lost”
among the techno choices
who wants a clown…let’s play a game
IT’s POKEMAN GO these days!
I can’t compete with technology
I don’t think it’s just a “phase”
For little ones can use I-pads
and Smart Phones are the norm
So I write poems day and night
here in my senior “dorm”
I entertain myself these days
and sometimes all night too
I’ve joined the Poetry Marathon
Technology …wins…’tis true!
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Device
This device in my hand
A new lease of life
There used to be a time
Deviceless
Then we had people
Whimsical
Loving us….spontaneously
Now we have devices
Taking us
All across the globe
In search of love
We truly deserve
This device in my hand
Is my love
For now
Ancient Technology
How Grandma loved that attic fan,
and the breezeway between her house and the cellar,
and the big chest-type deep freeze that meant
she didn’t have to can every blessed thing
she put by for the lean months,
and the television
that got two channels, one out of Ada
and the other out of Ardmore, enough
as long as she got Lawrence Welk
and his lovely Irish tenor
on Saturday night.