Born quiet then screaming into the fold,
Pliers snap and gossip before the fence.
They take your wires,
And propagate you outta control.
A butterfly knife dances,
Over the last generation,
To know nothing, before it’s started.
Insurance paid before inflation.
Satellites’ mistook for stars
In my new child's eyes.
Strings cant be cut,
From this pinocchios lies.
A generation that knows nothing but technology.
It's the closest I've got to a soul.
Ever present and when it isn't
desperate to feel its powerful touch,
wash over me, connect me to the hive mind,
the swirling voice, collective planet,
except those with no access.
Yes, it is life blood,
cool streams in the desert,
a thing so desperately sought.
Daniel Magner 2020
emma, 13 years old.
emma: hi grandpa nice to see you what's your wifi-password?
alfredo: i don't have wifi.
emma: written altogether?
Today is a good day.
8/22/2018 - Poetry form: Footle - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018 - "You've probably been told that the singularity is coming. It is that long-awaited point in time — likely, a point in our very near future — when advances in artificial intelligence lead to the creation of a machine (a technological form of life?) smarter than humans." |Futurism http://bit.ly/2w23XLg
A World Without Wi-Fi
»by Megha Elizabeth Koshy.
The people in the world
Like machines they go
With tiny commanders
On their palms
At the streets, at the malls
At the office, at the homes.
Some even chattering to their buddies
At the next door!
People behave like dummies
Who carefully keep ears sharp
To there notification tones,
But never to their mummies!
Kids who pay attention for their
Comments and likes
But never bother to brush their teeth twice!
People are slaves of technology
Like electronic gadgets
If not plugged in they run out of life.
Now just imagine....
A World Without Wi-Fi
For one single day
People may fall sick
And some will even die!
This is just the first attempt of mine...please forgive me for the flaws... :)
If I was a love poet
I'd say I love you the
same way a smartphone
Able to work without
you, but only fully
functional when I'm
Friends are our WiFi connection to life,
An ATM card in need,
A key that turns our sorrow into a smile,
A balm for our pain,
A moisturiser for our success,
Guardians of our secrets,
A rocking partner , a soulmate.
The foundation of a good marriage is friendship.
A friend in need is a friend indeed.
I'm not addicted to my phone.
I'm addicted to what it brings.
My heart aches when its not with yours.
So my heart leaps when my phone rings.
I don't think of my phone as a simple device to communicate.
I think of it as my connection to you.
My connection to wifi is moot if we can still call.
Because I have iMessage my other apps are few.
So no, I'm not addicted to my phone,
I'm addicted to you.
Let us write our stories
Reckon all moments
A passage to self-reflection
With a display box of grandeur,
Fingers on a key pressed,
Levitates a search in no time,
Way out of the crowd
Quiting a reality to roam and wander
Nothing is outside, all within
A big circle of virtual connections,
Without months of eye contacts
No face to face,
Sending empathy through e-thoughts
Having a common ground,
Hope to run faster than Terabyte,
We love seconds more than a minute
WiFi made all worth living
Sending signals to the soul
We will feel it, anyway.
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.