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Internet Poems and Prose--Post Them Here

Posted: July 6th, 2007, 4:04 pm
by Lightning Rod
internet #1

Here's the intimidating part about the internet:
No matter what great idea you have
what product or brand name you concoct
what joke you 'invent'
if you just google it
you will find that somebody has already invented it
probably multiple somebodies

and they have patented it
sold it
made T shirts
have a newsletter and a discussion board about it

it's useless to have a new idea

Posted: July 6th, 2007, 4:59 pm
by Arcadia
internet number two

post neo-enciclopedia effect
regulated by life

Posted: July 6th, 2007, 5:44 pm
by stilltrucking
# 3
The chicken always sees
there is nowhere to hide on the net

Posted: July 7th, 2007, 5:46 pm
by mnaz
quatro...

Not a poem, really...
When the internet was but a wee infant,
I remember it was called 'the information superhighway'...
(Who came up with that one?... was it Bush I's speechwriters?)...
Anyway... computers were not so quick and advanced back then--
hard pressed fully take advantage of such a wondrous new info-gusher!
..."like trying to merge onto the info-superhiway in a rusted '74 Vega"...
(one of the jokes/images I remember from that heady era)...

Posted: July 8th, 2007, 10:23 am
by mtmynd
-cinco-

enter net
spider web
consumed

Posted: July 10th, 2007, 10:28 am
by Doreen Peri
The intermess is slow today.
My browser's on the blink.
Just my luck 'cause here you can buy
everything including the kitchen sink.
My money is funny,
my credit cards maxed.
Worldwide blah blah.
Just the facts.
_______________________

listen here
>>>... Ahhh~! The NET!

Ahhhhh~! The NET!

It's the bless-ed interfest,
the inter-mess stupid highway,
the blagosphere, the webtubes,
the blogoblag, the worldwide blahblah,
the webstratmospheric tub-oblog,
the inerfestiveworldwide blagatube,
the intermittent megamesstic metasphere,
the tubularly connected indeterminable
superunstructured progressanet
and deprogressive erotizone,
the massive megamall,
the impermanent stratablogular
global beast.

Ahhhh, the net!
Welcome!

It's a messy confessional.
It's a ware promotion.
It's various cries and whines.
It's tune time and crime time,
a damn spambot haven.
It's an icky wicki circuit game.
Allialli in, it's a porn hustler,
a fileswap clusterfuck.

Some soothe each other's grieving,
some lose their temper, seethe like snakes,
some take, some keep each other's secrets,
some compete for attention, some exchange jokes,
some rant, pitch tantrums, some troll,
disrupt the peace, many tease each other
with empty flirts, some look issues straight in the cyclops eye,
some try to avoid certain topics at all costs,

many have too many rules,
many have too few,
and there are some I knew
who collected romances
like cyberflies, pinning each in the thorax,
wings glued down so they couldn't fly away.

Ahhhh, the net!
Some have met, some have engaged, some have continued to
persuade or dissuade, some have genuinely eluded or precluded
a variety of fade-ins and fade-outs, some have attempted a whisper,
some a shout and some (in the more extravagant bunch) have actually
contributed to the operational status by various means.

it's an emoty-con
an abbreviated jarg-on
an accronym feast,
a laugh outloud winkie smiley
tag you're it blagospheric
an instantaneous massage
an international strange exchange.
(and an occasional deliberate typo.)
It's a mass addict photoshop-touched
photolabular electroplex
a sex playground,

this tubularly connected indeterminable
superunstructured progressanet
and deprogressive erotizone,
the massive megamall,
the impermanent stratablogular
global beast.

Ahhhh, the worldwide
blahblah!