"techie" poems
the extermination of the straight white male
soon we will be gone and the remainder carried over into zoos for
“safekeeping,” our DNA and ***** harvested for science purposes
you will be pitched advertisements
send $ to San Diego Zoo so they can save the few remaining
white rhinos (which they neglect to mention are in preserves in Kenya and the Sudan, but send $$ a way)
and the last three straight white guys
(surfer, techie, and an aborigine)
to preserve the species so the world can modify their cells
to stop sexism, racism and other male diseases
gonna maybe mate them with the rhinos,
which will be expensive cause of all the rhinoplasty,
so send me some
money, money, money
yup
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
Oh! Smart Bro. How convenient of you
Cool, fast, smooth, everything is in you
So much that even gadgets love you
And the reason for us choosing you.
The reason why my assignments made it through
The reason why I can watch movies and new
The reason for my techie life's blue
Is because of me relying to you.
Too bad, it didn't last a year or two
Being quick and smooth stopped too
Now, I had enough of you
Shall we buy another and discard you?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
I went for an X-Ray the other day. My name was called
and after the expected delay, I heard a nurse say
Right knee? I said Yep! She said “Come this way…
Can you get your trouser leg up to your thigh"?
I said “No… these skinny jeans don’t go that high”.
“In that case” she said looking me up & down... with a frown
Pop in that cubicle… and put on this gown!
For a start…it took me ages to get these trousers off…
and force the rest of my stuff into the carrier bag supplied
and then, when I saw the gown, I very nearly died!
It would have fitted me just fine if I’d been 18 again
but the gaps and bulges in the thing were a farce...
and allowed everyone in the corridor to see my fat 71 year old ****
I said out loud when I sat down again in the queue
“You know…I had an inferiority complex before I met any of you.
But this has definitely taken me down a notch. And I apologise about the view”.
However, inside the X-Ray room with all the techie kit and Radiographer Rob,
I felt better… The pain in my knee had almost gone apart from a distant throb.
Then he said “You’re completely safe, just lie back calm, quite still…serene”.
Whilst he clicked the shutter from the other side of his lead lined screen. (So he was alright then!)
Well, I’m home again now, hobbling about… It’s bearable (not like childbirth ladies) but not great.
I’m sitting here with my leg up waiting for the letter that will let me know my fate.
Ah yes… men and pain! There is a well know fact about the differences between the sexes.
It’s proven that, with men, colds become flu…and ailments:- epidemics… (No really!)
So, here’s the letter… Now...will it be Ointment? Physio, to transform a permanent slouch?
Or a keyhole flush with a catheter? Or - Oh no!…
For me - it’s a titanium replacement knee!… Ouch!
Somebody pass me that gown!!!
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
The palpable concern which I get and which is on its increment every day..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The love preserved deep in heart and with an apt attitude towards life..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The balanced and the devoted way towards his profession
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The curiosity and depth as if a techie in computer..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The infallible way in which i always get my queries sorted out .
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The glance which exalts us every weekend..
“YES ITZ MIE DAD”
The person whom I accolade..
OH! YES ITZ MIE DAD..
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
**Mostly after seven, she trudges back from work,
like a ship badly wrecked, towed in to the dock,
"Perhaps dismantling is the only option left"
she bitterly muses, waiting for him with a glass of wine.
"Getting out of the office" he laments over the phone,
"is crossing a wire fence with electrical charge"
work never ceases, nor day and night, clearly demarcated,
avarice of the corporate is sticky dark tar of night,
spreading beyond the borders; like workdays it extends.
Become difficult to keep head above the waters,
swelling every moment.
One works like mad, as if there is no tomorrow worth the wait,
and it goes on till the moment one arrives at the dead end.
The more one works like a dog, the faster ends up
as a dog in the manger, but who cares?
Yen to make profit touches the sky,it's demands insane,
the urge to **** comes, when pressure mounts
and deadline comes close; during a presentation late night,
he watches with insatiable urge, two ***** eyes
go down and **** his tender erogenous spots
that's when mind in slumber shakes the body to its roots,
"She'll be at the end of her tether" a thought goes home and recoils.
Life is a flashy party, jaunts to strange lands are the ***** high,
children, not even in thoughts, the time to count ***** are far,
when the latest model car arrives, the neighbors are in awe,
but soon, the vacations become a pain in the ***
conversation with her becomes labored, mostly nods and grunts
"What's wrong with you?"both shout at each other at once,
that makes them laugh out loud, child like they are in fact,
what a predicament is this, laughter and sob are no different!
A dangerously close shave life is; full of nicks and cuts,
quick fix ***** and walks on the brink are routine.
When he gets in the room she sleeps alone,
she tells someone over the phone aloud:
"I am badly ****** again and again, literally I mean"
life of a nerd and a techie, celebrated pair, envied by others
has this as the foot note, after rows and rows of success.
"Why me?" they both in their lonely beds in adjacent rooms
Yell to the Gods at the top seats, staring at the white ceiling.**
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
7/30
11:20 am
no luddite me.
no longing for the good old days.
from one oft abused little phone,
I, while bathing royally
in my cowardly four
legged lioness tub
got my music,
my reading list,
sports pages,
and if so inclined,
shoot off a quickie,
a poem for your
grateful nation
appreciation.
all of which
causes me to
issue a heartfelt
happy cry apology
dame as the
of the prehistoric
techie avanti,
Flinstoni
yabadabadoo!
which does not deserve
the opprobrium returned of
"Shut Up, Please"
coming from the the galley
kitchen where the women are
doing their whatever
gossipy kitchen thing.
not to be accused of non-responsiveness,
I, reply as the techno Fourth Tenor,
"can't hear you, why don't you text me!"
happily issuing another,
but in a more
thoughtful basso,
yabadabadoo!
quietly whispering
a self satisfying
follow up
vincerò!
ogdiddy nash
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
~September 2014~
They came to me with hair filled with colour.
We met.
We talked.
Friends.
Right...
I miss them a lot.
And the only thing I seem to remember is the shape of their hair and all the rainbow it contained, from blue, to pink, to red, to green, to blonde, to finally going back to the normal root colour.
You could say the hair had personality of its own.
~August 2015~
Summer camp.
She was a stranger and a musician, and I had to know her.
She was a strong soul, and even holding her hand felt like a superpower I couldn't control.
Short cut hair.
Clean.
Swept over her eyes, over her ears.
Framing her smile.
~December 2016~
Techie girl.
She is the most complicated thing to come from all of this.
The semester didn't treat either of us well.
Slight curl to dark short hair. Shaven around the back, kept remarkably short.
Leaving her face untouched.
~July 2017~
Me.
I've shaved my head twice.
No shame in it.
My dignity not what it used to be.
My hair hangs down past my shoulders.
4:40pm comes around and I've lost inches upon inches of my hair.
6:30pm.
Slightly bobbed at the ends, framing my chin and shoulders.
Changing my hair part again.
Moving from side to center.
Straight hair, dark colour, lighter.
Short.
I like the aesthetic.
And I like these people.
I miss them most days.
But even though I'm now a short haired person myself.
I still forget about it...
Only to find my reflection later.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Many centuries ago,
Dwelled several dinosaurs,
Ferocious & huge,
Involving in food wars.
Creating havoc,
Hunting other reptiles,
Killing them brutally,
Feasting on their lives.
And then came the phase,
Getting dinosaurs to an extinction,
A new beginning,
For the human civilization.
As and as,
Improved the human intellect,
New technologies,new innovations,
Created a modern human sect.
Up from the heaven,
Watched the huge extinct beings,
The man made world,
A smart techie reign.
All the dinosaurs,
Had a feeling of satisfaction,
Cause the havoc they created,
Was continued in era of modernization.
The animals they killed,
The surroundings they destroyed,
In the form of conflicts & bloodshed,
The human life has derived.
Dinosaurs were content,
As their work is being completed,
By selfish greedy humans,
Mercy and humanity been depleted.
Intellectually evolved humans,
Excell in tact,
Behave like wild ruthless creatures,
A bitter existing fact.
Life may deplete,
Humanity diminishes each day,
Life may get extinct,
Until ruthlessness is slayed.
- Kedar k
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
Refusing to accept
stupid initiation, failing
to stand by stupid techies
till perpetuity and this
stupid tap-to-talk still webs
hardware and software of
lame and naive stupid
buttons and clicks
that were resonating
but blinded by denseness of
the insight and out of sight,
of foolish solace.
But
somehow stupid techie,
slithered, release sweetly,
uttered senselessly,
creating sensuous
Iconography.
© Feelings Coated
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
an office
trove packed
plentiful travels
today with
a fast
clip their
pens and
refills on
swivels for
a techie
to browse
afternoons for
ergonomiety and
nearby as
a wayfarer
needs a
coffee break
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
Already back in class.
Wow, the Holidays went fast.
Wasn’t Black Friday great?
‘Bargains,’ make my heart race
and the Internet’s my kind of place.
I can dead-on shop this time of year,
shamelessly, without the fear
that someone will be judging me.
I make some ‘passing effort’ to be frugal,
that’s what ‘black Friday’ sales are for—and google.
I bought my suitemates those techie gifts, to guarantee,
that they’ll meet with their approval.
.
.
A Christmas playlist for this:
https://daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_21.mp3
Dec 2, 2024
Dec 2, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
Sick money
Trick money
Funny money
To shut you up
Sticky money
Real slick money
Not your money
Never was yours money
Development interests
Trickle down business
Techie politicians
Is all you’ll get
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 6:44 PM UTC