Ode to the iPad Part II

As promised, here are the remaining poems from Dr. Collins ENG 308 poetry class:

“The Perfect Assistant”
By Christine Lander
You do more than I could ask,
from notes and assignments
to procrastinating before I do
my work. For all you do – I spoil
you in return. With a cover that
fits perfectly and an eye catching
background. You have changed
the way I do my work. We have been
so compatible. I would change nothing
about you. And I could not be more
satisfied with your assistance.


“A Letter”
By Cori Connors
Good morning there.
We meet again.
You came from a sea
of lookalike brothers
and sisters.
But you are special,
because you are mine.


All you ask of me is to charge you up
once and a while, not much.
So I want to take a minute out
to thank you.
Thank you for
bringing me books,
and letting me see
all my notes
at once.


Thanks for letting me
poke you
and prod you
Thank you for
being the mailman,
persistently dinging
with emails and notifications.
You really are on top of your game,
you know that?


I am going to be sad to give you back.
It will be with some resistance.
But I will do it so that
you can be
in the hands
of another wanting person.
So they can appreciate
what a hard worker you are.


You little guy, you’ll be great.
You really do help me out,
Even though sometimes
you like to feed me a challenge
by throwing me off the Internet
or sending me Facebook comments
during class,
like you just did.
I respect you.
Sent from my iPad
By Erica Weiman
Dearest iPad,
I remember, like yesterday,
the day we met.
You are sleek, light,
edgy, delicate,
yet capable of so much.
Overwhelmingly so.
But don’t take that
to heart.
Other people may spend
some time with you,
but I know that
you’re mine,
even if only for
four months’ time.


“Please iPad”
By Ronia Daoud 
how I wish I could
avoid you. just
for one day, is all
I ask. But I can’t
resist to push your
smooth, glossy button
and wake you. I stop and
try to turn away but
your bright light quickly
shines and grabs my eyes;
yet again it’s love at,
is it now, fiftieth sight?
it’s two hours later
and at last I kindly
beg, “Please iPad” and
you worry. Suddenly
my fingertips tingle
to your free game
update request. I
smirk and tap you
in approval,
“Please do, iPad.”
“iPad Love Affair”
by Veronica Goin
You’ve got a skating-rink smooth surface,
that my fingers love to trace
while you play games,
educate me,
entertain me.
We conduct our clandestine affair
at work, on the desk
in front of everyone.
Everyone looks, but no one sees.
I tuck you into bed with me at night,
gazing at the movie on your face.
Sometimes I fall asleep still looking at you.


“An Unexpected Affair”
By Molly Ruslander
Oh, you…
you magical thing, you.
Mere years ago,
who would have thought
a thin little screen –
barely bigger than a paperback –
would come to play such
a central role in my life?
You bring me my mail,
you tell me what to cook for dinner,
you yell at me when I’ve given up on my to-do list.
My own personal project manager.
At least I can control your yelling –
I can make you sound like wind chimes,
I can make you sound like the roaring surf
of a hidden Caribbean cove.
I can even silence your petulant nagging
so only your vibrations are a reminder of my procrastination.
You keep me amused,
mindlessly flinging huffy birds at arrogant pigs,
weaving my way through darkened cave corridors,
or engaging my inner dictionary
with crosswords or Scrabble.
I resisted you at first, yes,
but not for long.

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