ICT Overdose
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(ICT = Information and Communications Technologies)
I'm a Martyr of the Keyboard
By Peter S Quinn (*)
I type all day long
Into the request deep
Sometimes it’ll ping-pong
Right into my sleep
I'm a martyr of the keyboard
Going down deep under
To the alphabet lord
God of the ticktick thunder!
I'll type for a request
Just to please and be ready
I'll try to do my best
If my fingers go on steady
This and that comes out
I have no complete control
Automation knows its ways about
Around the ‘key-mole’
And keyhole
I type all day to spark
And give it a steady beat
But sometimes it’ll all lack
Except its little tweet
This maybe a dark poetry read
With not much in deeper meaning
But to somewhere it will lead
In a steady and closer
Screening
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(*) Peter has been very prolific, - with more than 15 thousand music works /instrumental songs, and over 10 thousand poems and lyrics. You can find nearly 7 thousand music works and more than 5 thousand poems and lyrics by him on the internet.
--> The poem was created by Peter S Quinn for this particular image. Thank you Peter.
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ICT Overdose
ICT overdose and its 'comatose'
I'm under its spell once again
'Cause I and my keyboard are close
Both within its contrast terrain
There is daytime in my sky
With much to give of hope
As the hours are going by
I'm picker of words chromoscope
There's no reason in my doing
Only a lyrical line to handle
Each keystroke I'm caressing
To light my inner sense candle
Sometimes I'm in luck with a meaning
And everything goes quite well
If the laptop is good for screening
The outcome you could perhaps foretell
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