Stalling with a Screen
My own bed is calling
Though I’m busy stalling
With a glowing screen,
So poetry’s seen
On your glowing screen
And you’ll be stalling
When your bed is calling.
Category: internet traffic
Feed Reader
Feed Reader
I feel like my news aggregator’s
An enjoyment agitator.
Delaying my ingestion for day or two,
I must make a decision how to sort through
The things I can’t find time to read
Showing up in my newsfeed.
When YouTube Freezes
When YouTube Freezes
When pixels fail to displace
Pixels in the viewer space,
My fingers run in place
Frustrated at your frozen face.
CAPTCHA
If you’re trying to confuse me you’ve succeeded.
The words you write amuse me. You’ve repeated
An automatic prompt I cannot read
And so I type the text that hopefully will lead
To a page that leaves me feeling less perplexed
Than a page that’s popping up distorted text.
Facebook Happy Birthday
Facebook Happy Birthday
Absolutely nothing that I’m about to say
Is going to top the others who consistently relay
A “Happy Birthday” message with a personal aside
But with this cut-and-pasted poem, I can say I’ve tried.
Notified of Comments
Notified of Comments
I’m reading the note-I-wrote’s retaliation
Through an email notification
Telling me that people I don’t know
Are having a go
At my comment once forgotten.
I typed my thoughts and now I’m caught in
An endless cycle of two “friends”
Whose disputing never ends.
Distracted by Social Media
Distracted by social media
With floating fingers all a flitter
I typed my way to twitter
Then I moseyed on to look
In another cyber nook,
Allowing me to spend
Time with a Facebook friend.
But before Youtube had called me
I wrote this poem, which stalled me.
Facebook Changed Again
Facebook Changed Again
It looks like Facebook’s changed again
They went and rearranged it when
They could have left it as it was
Instead of changing just because.
It doesn’t really matter if it’s good
We all know it’s understood
That soon enough they’ll change again
And we’ll just have to wait till then.
Upon Gmail’s Return
Upon Gmail’s Return
Gmail, my buddy, why were you down?
I looked for my mailings but none could be found
Not even your logo appeared on my screen.
Your nothingness leaving my mail all unseen.
Your finally back up and I’ve checked out my mail
And it looks like you’re running as if without fail
Except for the fact that I’m missing bold text
Of new mail, telling me others were hexed.
Facebook Poem
Facebook Poem
I’ll see what you’ve been up to
In a place where time suspends,
Hung up on walls for me to view
What’s up with all my friends,
Friends I haven’t spoken too
For forever and a day
Or friends I’ve never met who
Just happen in to say
A comment on my wall, a link,
Perhaps a status update.
If I don’t stop and think,
At least I hesitate
Before I click to view your photos
And all your conversations.
Perhaps you did not know that those
Were public complications
That I just saw, or over heard
By clicking through the sprawls
Of information friends inferred
And wrote on others’ walls.
BonjourPoetry 