Looking For Fame
It must have been
a Freudian click
instead of home
I clicked for Google
to search my name.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Some say Google is God. Others say Google is Satan. But if they think Google is too powerful, remember that with search engines unlike other companies, all it takes is a single click to go to another search engine.
quote by Sergey Brin
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It is very similar to companies like Google and other internet companies. When you go and search on Google you don't pay for that. But sometimes you click on an advert and Google makes money on that.
quote by Niklas Zennstrom
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Google, The Genie
Google, literally means that large number
Besides 1, if hundred zeros slumber.
It's search engine that runs at fastest
At speed above supersonic and jet.
To experience a thing need not ogle,
Explore through and links of Google.
Any sort of information sought,
In a fraction of second it is brought.
All about the galaxy and the globe
Just Google, there you can probe.
Event, incident, person and place
Old or current, Google helps trace.
Virtual panorama of the universe
Visit Sun, Moon, Earth or Mars.
Know your multilevel family tree
Through Google absolutely free,
Find the friend relatives forgotten,
Refresh your knowledge or lesson.
It's obedient to grandma like a Jinn
Taking command search her medicine.
When slips name of Benson, her 'grandson'
'Search in Google', says giggling Benson.
(c) S.D. Tiwari
email [email protected]
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Lovers.com
Lonely hearts from London to Bombay
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Capricorns and Libras and Virgos
From Illinois Vienna and Rio
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Single girls from desert to seaside
They hitch a ride each night on the worldwide
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Married men tonight while she's sleeping
Logging on and virtually cheating
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Lonely hearts from Vegas to Marseilles
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Googling
You can Google yourself
All day and all night
You can Google yourself
And no one will mind
You can Google your brains out
That too is all right…
But if you Google tooo much…
You just might go blind
poem by David Whalen
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Search It
search anything
in your life
search any thing...
you search u got it...
you did not search
waste of life time...
you search any thing
any time search...
not only google.com
search all ways
what do u want...?
search it
the life is search only
you search your inner
you got many more...
search with you...
search the another's
and search the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Search the life
Life is
Search
Search life
Intresting to go on
You did not serch
Boor with boor...
In Internet yahoo search
Google search
Also thear...
Very for intresting...
Very good for using...
At net...
So...
Search your life
Safe with you...
You live your style too happy...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Half of Google's revenue comes from selling text-based ads that are placed near search results and are related to the topic of the search. Another half of its revenues come from licensing its search technology to companies like Yahoo.
quote by Eric Schmidt
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Your Poems
home
i click home
i double click home
and there
your poems are found
how can i ever read them?
robot-like i am
i dream of home
this double-clicking home
addicted
i am not doing anything worthwhile
i am not dead i am not alive
i am pressing keys
i am not thinking i am not feeling
i am taking everything
i have nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For I Am The Coldest Spot Of This Earth
perhaps this woman is taking her revenge on me
i who have not spoken for days since i am attached to a screen
of this tablet,
on the same routine tonight as i write these lines
(of course, i am not talking still in defense of my poetry)
she enters my study room, opens her personal computer,
presses some letters, google, google, google maclintok
a vacation for one in palawan,
calypso, victoria's secret and it will be till
11 o'clock in the evening when i am not still going to bed
and sleep
and perhaps snore
it is getting even with me
who cares less for affection, who sets aside love in favor of
poetry and
the search of this self,
i am not troubled, i am determined, i am still in there
whatever i must lose, i am not swayed
back into her fire arms, for i am water, i am rain, i am the coldest
spot of this earth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tippity Tap
Tap Tap, Click Click
On the train
Leeds To London
Click Click go the mice
Strange Tunes from phones
Is there no time
To kick back
To take time
To enjoy the ride
Worker drones drone on
Click Click
Ring Ring
Work appears to end
Beer & wine from the trolley
Relax time
Work time
Travel time is now
Other times
poem by Jason Palmer
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Countenance
Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
Ponderous thoughts, beating heart
I should have quit right at the start
The adrenalin pushes me to part
With something, nothing, far apart
From Brooklyn, London, Tokyo, Paris
Faceless names which mean to harass
Me now hanging on the crevice
Oh where is now the stupid novice?
Oh well the time is passing by
No longer do I need to cry
It’s just a game so ask me why
Do I bother to groan and sigh?
poem by John B Hayes
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Hyperlink (Deep Down)
i want a click, a click to your heart
a hyperlink into you.
a sexual browser from here to the end
a newsgroup one on one
don't need a modem to connect to your mind
no search engine to find you
i want a click, a click to your heart
a hyperlink to go inside you.
deep down, deep down,
dari dara dada du dara.
deep down, deep down,
dari da da.
deep down, deep down,
dari dara dada du dara.
deep down, deep down,
dari da da.
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Home Alone Distressed Without Working Computer
Home alone without a working computer
I am at a loss
Every few minutes I think to look something up
No Google No Wikipedia Nothing
I want to read my mail
No mail
No entertainments from YouTube either
Where is the joy of perpetually going
From one interesting link to another?
Above all I am lost without my documents
This is my system for work and I cannot write without it
Without my computer I wonder what to do with my time
I do not have patience for all the books on my table
I am used to achieving things
In smaller times and spaces
Without my computer
I cannot be myself
I am lost without it
My mind wanders helplessly toward fixing this one
Or immediately getting another –
Oh why can’t I make just one click
And have it all back?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I actually think most people don't want Google to answer their questions; they want Google to tell them what they should be doing next.
Eric Schmidt in interviewed by The Wall Street Journal (14 August 2010)
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by reba mcentire)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, christmas joys
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
First comes the stocking of little nell
Oh, dear santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
Next comes the stocking of little will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Up On The Housetop
Album: Wrangler Cowboy Christmas
(B.R. Hanby)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones Christmas joys
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
--- Instrumental ---
First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa, fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick...
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Google is a global Rorschach test. We see in it what we want to see. Google has built an infrastructure that makes a lot of dreams closer to reality.
quote by John Battelle
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I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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When I first heard of this word, I wondered what that was.
I thought that was some types of onomatopoeia such as:
Click clack, pap pap, tap tap, crick crack, pouf puff,
And you get the idea. I thought that was kid’s stuff.
I was very wrong. It is something revolutionary.
It is a miracle; there, you find the whole planetary
Universe and more: the invented and the uninvented
Stuff. There, you can find out about everything,
About what the king ate last night and what happened
To that food; you get the idea. Don’t be a dingue.
I am not going to tell you the meaning of this word,
Go there and do your own search. My dictionary
Is now obsolete. My books are now archaic like the sword
Used to guillotine Joan of Arc. This is really visionary.
I feel like I am the Andy Rooney of poetry,
And I have to write about every imaginary
Feelings, every feather that touches the baby’s booty,
And about every crying infants under the shining sea.
Google is extremely potent and important
It is much more than we can fathom,
It is much more than every kingdom.
It is about quoting and unquoting the President.
Such as saying: “Mr. G.B. tear down this fence”.
And I am no Ronald Reagan. Building the defense
Is vitally important. They should hire the Boston Celtic’s coach
To run the Homeland Security. Wow, they can turn me into a roach
For saying something like that. As we know, lies don’t fly
But the truth always flies like the butterfly
Of early summer. Oops, this is out place.
This poem is about Google, the internet palace,
Where you can find about what happened to every corrupt politicians.
I just found some dirt about some not too famous friends and magicians.
Yes, I read the charges and the dates that they were sentenced,
And where they did the time. This is a new stance.
This is more than gossips. Now, we have all of the facts,
From now on, when I hear or see this word which lacks
No introduction or explanation, I know that person is talking
About the search engine of the internet and this is serious thinking.
Now I wrote about this phenomenon,
I am going to be sued by an angry cloistered nun.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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