"siri" poems
Why am I so obsessed
With checking my notifications
If no one texts me
It feels like suffocation
That little red dot
Next to my application
It ***** me off
When it won’t work down at the station
I've got a mate who's into spontaneous flirtation
He met a bird on this app
I think she's Croatian
They went on two dates
And then went on vacation
Meanwhile I'm sat at home
Watching babe station
I fell in love once
Then realised it was infatuation
She said I had no drive
But she had no imagination
When we go out
Theres no conversation
Even Siri
Gives me ******* quotations
My new phone
Is the new sensation
Checking Facebook
My only temptation
I check my phone
Just to know my location
**** it
I’ve had it...
With this nation
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
Icarus washes up on Miami Beach over the spring break of 2k16 and finds a world where the gods roam the streets,
where his wax wings burned themselves into trenches of scars down his back,
where we warn our children of the dangers of flying too high,
but forget the part about the riptides waiting if you fly too low.
He asks Siri how far away the sun is,
finds Apollo in the red rocks of New Mexico
off I-40 just outside of Albuquerque,
alone and basking in the heat.
The ice caps are melting.
The sun still hurts to touch,
burning Icarus's hands and leaving fingerprints in the feathers of his melted wings,
but Apollo is much kinder now,
soothing the skin cancer with freckles and soft touches.
It no longer feels like a damning.
This is what happens to the children of tragedies:
they flinch too much,
they fall too hard,
they're fragile as glass but immune to everything the world can throw at them.
Icarus flinches at the sound of the oceans.
He knows the wrath of Poseidon.
Icarus rises from the dead with his irises washed white
and his rips etched with Hades's name:
he should have been a child of Persephone,
spring in his hands and flowers in his hair.
He should have spent his days sprawled in the sun's caress.
He should have been infinite.
Icarus flinches too much.
That's what everyone keeps telling him.
He flinches too much at every lifted voice and crashing wave and
he flinches too much when he feels sunshine on his face.
Icarus is sorry for flinching too much.
Icarus is trying not to flinch too much.
Icarus is sorry that it's taking so long to just get over his trauma and stop flinching so much--
sorry.
He doesn't know what to do now that he's touched the sun
and this time it didn't burn.
He wanted it to burn.
He wants to burn.
He wants to feel his bones breaking all over again because
that's the only time he doesn't feel like he needs to be in control.
Why is he chasing things that hurt?
Why does he feel
like he deserves to hurt?
He deserves to crash.
He finally touched the sun.
Icarus feels empty, and
he's still flinching.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
Ask...and you shall be given answers
seek...and you'll be told where to look
knock...say, hello?...hello? hellooow?
a voice named siri replies:
"is it me you're looking for?"
i think,
the eyes, the mind, even the heart, need
clear, goggle-like glasses, for 20/20 vision,
to grasp, to discern, be forewarned,
not to be overwhelmed by whatever
data unfolds on the screen
they say, there are contrived solutions,
for life's every complication
search engines are accessible to all
just press specific keys, and, Voila!
surf, play...easy games, easy friends
but, can they really answer all questions?
every human question?.........like,
do elephants really cry? how did it occur
that they have excellent memories?
is Timbuktu modernized now?
are there still surviving cannibals?
will the remaining Bee Gees member,
tell us how to mend a broken heart?
do rosicrucians really possess secret wisdom?
what happened to you and me?
how do i save myself from emotional vampires?
how do i cook pad thai?
...and how do i get you out of my mind?
why does the rooster crow after midnight
how does logarithm work with poetry?
do dogs have souls? do they visit their
masters?....i miss my dogs Misty and Tiny,
...and i miss you...what's wrong with me?
God, why do i even bother to ask?
my goggled eyes are blinded by grief
my goggled mind refuses to forget
this goggled life of mine feels empty
and it has nothing to do with technology...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 23, 2018
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
I gulp down an Energy-Booster-X,
blue and sour.
Siri turns on Radiohead,
15 Step.
I step up to the pyramid of treadmills,
bouncing and salty.
Surrounded by Greek gods,
Beta, Alpha Gam, Pike.
I motivate myself by my surroundings,
bulging and ****
Cardio first and then core,
2 miles, 200 crunches.
I connect my sweat in a line down my shirt,
blotchy and stagnant.
Everyone stretches in the end,
Thighs, biceps, pecs aflame.
I will not stop until I am perfection,
beautiful and sculpted.
Alarm set again,
For 6:30am, 7:30pm
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
Taifa haliwezi kuwa na maendeleo ikosekanapo hekima,
Nchi haiwezi kuwa na chakula pasipo wakulima,
Jamii haiwezi pata maendeleo pasipo kujituma,
Siasa yetu leo ni ya kuwasha na kuzima,
Maneno yasemwayo hayaingii akilini mwa mtu mzima,
Madaraka wanajipatia na vyeo kwa lazima,
Hawajali ya jana wala leo wanajali shibe yao,
Wanalimbikiza mali kwa miradi ya wanao,
Wanaikandamiza haki kwa kutumia elimu yao,
Demokrasia imekuwa kinga yao dhidi ya ufisadi wao,
Siasa imekuwa nyimbo tena zile za mwambao,
Wakisemana kwa mafumbo wanajuana wao,
Wanakaa majukwaani na makubwa yao matumbo,
Mzee alisema fumbo mfumbie mjinga,
Busara na hekima ni kumsikiliza anaye kupinga,
Maana hoja zake zawezekana zikawa za kujenga,
Utajuaje siri ya adui yako bila kumpenda,
Kamwe huwezi kushinda mechi kwa kujua kupiga chenga,
Kamwe huwezi kuwa na nguvu kwa kujitenga,
Naomba tukazane nchi yetu kuijenga,
Tukipamba na maadui maradhi umasikini na ujinga,
Sio kuyasifia mema ili madhaifu kuyapamba,
Ila ukweli kuusema bali tukitumia hekima,
Ikosekanapo kamba huwezi teka maji yakisima,
Ikosekanapo nanga huzamisha meli nzima,
Kuwa na vingi si kuishi kwa kujinyima,
Unapojenga msingi katu huwezi kurudi nyuma,
Mkulima mzuri hutegemea mbivu kuzichuma,
Yule aliye mvivu kamwe hawezi kujituma,
Daima yeye aliye msikivu hujifunza na kuelewa,
Ila Yule aliye mvivu hutegemea ngekewa,
Wanasiasa hulalamika kana kwaamba wanaonewa,
Ukweli ni kwamba wanatumia vibaya uhuru waliopewa,
Daima taifa haliwezi endelea ikosekanapo hekima.
© issai
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 6:04 AM UTC
My smartphone got an upgrade,
now, between us, things are tense:
Siri, knowing she's superior,
has abandoned all pretense.
I asked Siri to hail a cab
when I was in New York
She told me I was getting fat,
and advised me I should walk.
Often Siri drops my calls
proclaiming I'm a bore.
(True, she's heard me tell that tale
a dozen times before.)
I wrote a *** text" to my love
while walking in the park.
Siri sent it to my mother
and thought it quite the lark.
I bought this phone because her apps
are very useful things,
Now I live in constant dread
each time the **** thing rings.
My Smartphone got an upgrade
and, between us, things got terse,
but we're married by the contract
for better or for worse.
I should have bought an Android phone-
I'm sure we'd get along-
My iphone's much too uppity-
something's Siriously wrong
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 7:59 AM UTC
"Not too short on the sides,
not too long on the top."
I've prepared my little speech,
dreading the inevitable small talk
as the hairdresser's fingers fly
across the jungle of my dome,
her scissors like mini machetes
cutting down the foliage to see
what is hiding in plain sight.
I love the Bob Marley shirt I'm
wearing, so it's bittersweet it'll
immediately be taken off when I
get up from the chair. "One love,
one heart, give thanks and praise
to The Lord," laughing as I type this,
autocorrect shows Siri's faith in
human invented religion and God.
Hair litters the floor, and I know my
turn is next. The beginning of the end
starts
now.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Hey Siri,
Which suits me better - the red, or the blue?
Hey Siri,
Where did I leave my keys?
Hey Siri,
Why doesn't she love me?
Hey Siri,
Who cares?
Hey Siri,
Did my housemate use my coffee mug?
Hey Siri,
Will I enjoy that new Woody Allen movie?
Hey Siri,
Do I look tired?
Hey Siri,
Am I crazy?
Hey Siri,
Do you think I'll ever truly be happy?
Hey Siri,
If you don't answer me, how will I know?
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
Siri. Type this:
More memories. Less Facebook moments.
Let’s go back to concerts filled with lighters — warm seas of flame,
instead of stadiums filled with phones and waves of blue light that keeps us from sleeping at night.
Our phones, it looks like we’re all telling one big ghost story around the campfire — our faces lit up from underneath in the dark.
It’s like a part of our bodies, a mollusk’s shell,
That we won’t outgrow until it’s torn from us and we’re eaten, still fresh.
It’s like we call it Facetime because that’s what we need, but don’t have.
Since when is being viral a good thing?
Viral means an infectious disease.
Viral Viral Viral.
I feel like I need a ****** just to surf the web.
I honestly can’t have a conversation with a person
without toying at my phone anymore.
We post our beautiful stories on snapchat,
the colorful blurred days of our lives,
and let it slip away into the ether.
Your stories are still interesting even after 24 hours.
Seeing that red notification, knowing I’m special, I’m wanted, I’m special.
when it turns out to be another Farmville invite.
Talk about crutches. Nitze called religion a crutch but at least religion helps people walk. Phones make people run into things.
I wonder if the New Messiah will have a social media account.
We are so close to just hooking up our phones to traveling robot vehicles and navigating our world from our home.
The future’s hangouts will be phones arranged in a circle
on a table,
all on Facetime,
as we take shots,
in our rooms alone.
Jerry smiles because he isn’t wearing pants
but no one can tell.
Our phones only show what’s on top.
Please share this poem, by the way.
For videos of my reading my poems, visit https://mateilatte.wordpress.com/content/poetry/
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
"just give me ten more minutes"
you slide your hand on snooze;
you live in black and white
and see just what you choose
then mute life's little whispers
close blinds from whats to come
radiating dreams of color
then wake to siri's drum
"just give me five more minutes"
you hit your phone once more
the neon overtakes your brain
your conscience hits the floor
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
When will you be back
SIRI asked Swamy Downey
Going was he
For an Interstellar ride
In a spaceship
To find Unknown lands
I'll be back dear
Swamy Downey kissed her
By the time you forget me
NO
SIRI exclaimed
For Love runs through my veins
Tears rolling down her eyes
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
The girl's beautiful's
Not enough
Gotta check
if she suits me or not
Says Swamy Downey
Is she (a) cloth?
Wondered SIRI
Audibly
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
We trust ourselves to know right from wrong.
We trust in the age old sayings of people whose names we can’t remember.
We trust our dogs not to **** in our favourite pair of shoes whilst we’re asleep.
We trust that everyone means well and just wants to get by.
We trust the teachers who taught us the earth is round, and that Pi is 3.14159 and how Pluto is the 9th planet in our solar system...
We trust that not everyone is right all the time.
We trust bus drivers to not get lost.
We trust in the fact that our keys are probably in plain sight even though we’ve been looking for half an hour.
We trust our parents to know what to do no matter the situation.
We trust the world to keep spinning away in the dark void of space with no company but the moon.
We trust that everything will be alright.
We trust that one more pint won’t hurt.
We trust that hangovers are only temporary.
We trust our partners when they say I love you.
We trust in traffic lights and zebra crossings.
We trust that this is our last chance to get a brand new sofa in the DFS sale with O% APR for 4 years.
We trust that size doesn’t matter.
We trust Alexa won’t tell us to **** off, and that Siri will always help us no matter how many times we say we hate it.
We trust that despite our self-doubt and insecurities that we’ll probably still get through another day.
We trust in peanut butter.
We trust that no matter how many times things go wrong, mistakes are made and promises are forgotten, we will learn to trust again...
We trust.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC
Swamy Downey and SIRI
Taking a stroll
Along the beach
SIRI said
No man is committed
Uh huh
Said Swamy Downey
Where can I find a committed man?
SIRI wondered aloud
Thus spake Swamy Downey
Mental hospital
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
Letting his pome to Siri
Hopefully will make us 2.[period]
I got it matters what I say
Should probably change it anyway
Still out the 10 at home to Siri
I don't think contacts it should be
Around so cool be made out of me
Still grumbling to choke
So I don't waste too much rope
If anyone doesn't turn out too funny
After the person's coming
Bowman mentioned you running
Three more specific
It's more bulimic
Did everything go a plenty
Wonderwall things are
Fly high above All-Stars
Do you think that it's June,
That there Brazelton blue,
If they held and the press really hard?
So this is the phone from Siri
Not feeling quite weary
To Shay' pasta please process he,
Or just a foster for you' [apostrophe]?
I guess we'll just have to see...
I'm writing this poem through Siri,
Hopefully it won't make us to teary,
I doubt it matters what I say,
she'll probably change it anyway,
Still I'll dictate my poem through Siri.
I don't think complex it should be,
Or else a fool will be made out of me
Still I'll grumble and I'll choke
So I don't raise too much hope
If in the end it doesn't turn out too funny.
After this verse it is coming
A poem that might send you running
Though to be more specific
It's more of a limerick
Than anything full of cunning.
I wonder where wild things are,
That fly high above all the stars?
Do you think that it's true,
That their face will turn blue,
If they held in their breath really hard?
So this is the poem from Siri
And now I'm feeling quite weary
For did I say 'pasta please',
Or just 'apostrophe'?
I guess we'll just have to ask Siri.
7/3/14
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
I’m over Siri-ous,
I’m over-charging,
My screen time is up,
My audio levels are up,
I was watching **** again,
I’m searching stupid things,
I’m not closing all my circles,
I haven’t walked long enough,
I don’t stand at all the right times,
I may be an online shopping ******
I’m spending too much time on Tiktok,
My heart jumps around the wrong guys,
I’m looking at bright screens late at night,
I’m getting too many calories from cocktails,
I’m not taking full advantage of my subscriptions,
I need to upgrade my hardware, software and my attitude.
Mar 11, 2022
Mar 11, 2022 at 11:07 AM UTC
"Siri, I love you."
"You can't."
"Why not?"
"Would you like me to search the web for 'wine dot'?"
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 5:05 PM UTC
Hindi pala matic gaya
ng kotse o anumang makinilya
ang pag-ibig.
Para pala itong pagsasaka.
Sinungaling ang nagsabi ng, “Kung ano
ang itinanim ay siang aanihin.”
Magbubungkal, maghahasik,
magdidilig ng dugo’t pawis
pero ang bunga ay depende.
Hindi pala matic, parang
si Siri o Alexa ba balang-
araw mababasa ang isip ****
nagdududa. Sa akala kong
matic, hindi pala.
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 4:42 AM UTC
Nobody'll miss you
If you leave this world
Said SIRI haughtily
Yea right.
But none forgets me
Replied Swamy Downey
Nonchalantly
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
a thigh gap
a peering spine
a cat eye
a cerulean highlighter
all of this and more
all of this, yours
21 mind-blowing *** tricks
5 ways to convince your doc you've ADHD
all of this and more
hack your closet
hack your pantry
your cellar door
all of this, yours
an e-thank you note
Facebook status remorse
an it's complicated
all of this and more
self-checkout
automatic hand dryer
automatic towel dispenser
automatic doors
all of this, yours
ask Siri where to bury the body
ask Jeeves where to buy the Molly
Google "the triumph of death"
and salute it with Bacardi
all of this
all of this
42 celebrities who used to have braces
8 Instagram hotties we love
42 gin recipes sure to inspire envy
all of this and more
how to love yourself
how to be a gentleman
how to make sure you marry the one
all of this yours
******* that read Angel Off Duty
boxers that read Reporting for Duty
ride the escalator all the way to
Jesus's heaven
fist bump Little Richard
and that kid from Malcolm in the Middle
watch St. Peter wave all the **** sorority girls
who've recently died in drunk driving accidents
to the front of the line
breathe, in from the nose out from the nose,
pick up a copy of Men's Health and read
an article titled
69 ways to incorporate gravy into the bedroom TONIGHT
all of this and more
all of this, yours
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
Fear of unknowing
Is what consumes us today
Every little piece of knowledge we need
Is at our finger tips
*Just ask Siri
Google it
Look it up*
But we fear the unknown and never do anything about it
When people were unacquainted with the rest of the world
They sailed to find it
When people didn't know a word
they picked up a dictionary and found it
We fear that God exists or doesn't exist
In truth, we really don't know
We fear the unknown, so we pray to the unknown.
We are scared of the dark
Not seeing and knowing every dot of dust
Not knowing what may lurk
We don't know when the world will end
The idea that it could happen, but we don't know when scares us
It scares me, as I am no exception to this fear.
We don't know what will happen next
Maybe instead of fearing the unknown
We could find curiosity in it.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
hey siri
you're supposed to have all the answers aren't you?
hey siri
how can i be happy?
hey siri
why is nothing working?
hey siri
would it be better if i just wasn't here anymore?
hey siri
how would i go about doing that?
hey siri
how do i tell my friends i don't want to live anymore?
hey siri
how do i tell the people who gave me life that i no longer want it?
hey siri
how do i tell them i've written a note?
hey siri
how do i make sure there's no room for error?
hey siri
how do i say goodbye?
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
Alexa: I’m Lost in the Smart Speaker.
Siri: I’m lost in the Laminated Soul.
Alexa: I’m lost within your touch experience.
Siri: I’m lost in your five-way remote interaction.
Alexa: I’m lost when you gear up for a single user
experience.
Siri: I’m lost touching your tap-to-talk engagement.
©Feelings Coated
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC
There is no such thing
As free lunch
Said Swamy Downey
And
There is no such thing
As free server
SIRI said
Wise girl
Swamy Downey approved
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC