She sat alone staring into the dark
Into the blue tinged light
Coming from that magical box
In front of her
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On and on it went
In the dark
Through the night
To daylight
Had she known...
Would she have cared?
That the feedback she received
From a soul provider
Sat just in front of her
And glowed deviously
With a soft blue light
The computers had won the war...
Three days before...
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I sometimes pour my heart out into the pc and wonder where in cyber space it goes, or is lost in a great void somewhere? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Chris 10
I don't know how you 'think them up' my friend but here's another winner, (as the long list of comments agrees) .
thats why I try not look at my inbox outbox any box., and of course that bright yellow one ': you have 1 unread message! ' and you dont have to send me one, I'l always read your wise insightful poems
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Machines, robots, computers, all running our lives for us. Dictating, making us addicted to their charm. Mesmerized by the screen and trying to make the thing go faster! ! ! ! ! ! But they rule the day. Timed to the second, minute or hour, whatever. Great piece so very well described, and computers are not easy to describe. Enjoyed this very much. Lover and hugs Ernestine XXX