Best Codes Poems

Can you read my lips?
My Sweet, keep it simple, still.

Can you read my arms?
To hold you, I’m going six feet under the ground.

Can you read my mind?
My girl- title is a lot for you,now the train is gone.

Can you read my hand?
So much for you...

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Nobody needs ya.
Everybody doesn't want ya.
One day I'm gonna hack ya....

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“Colour Codes”


sky blue 
clouds hide 

truth,

and you said,
I know you.

end story 
remains open;

truth,

rain ends
sky blue 

with,
or without you.

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)


“Cornfield Chase” / happy.wind.turbine
https://youtu.be/durLXZ2tFL4

"Writing Poems"/Ludovico Einaudi
https://youtu.be/ZBZtSwoBsng

"The Poet Acts" / Philip Glass
https://youtu.be/lgbuS8F2_gM
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...to my Mum


She was always in the kitchen, 
kneading pastry with good humour,
blending garnishes and gossip
as she plied her magic wand
and it was dinner time.

Struggling with algebra 
I'd agonize for hours, 'til frustration
got the best of me, she tucked me into bed.
In the morning she...

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When we love life so much
we hate to live,
she said,
nothing. And I was not about:
—to give in.

You drink death from a bottle
filled with nothing,
"Like" ashes that never left an ember.
And we had classes... on the river...
she said.
No need to wait...

I remember lotsa larfs; with you
too;
in...

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Glad you be in grace 
Benumb, in disgrace 
Hearty you be in giving
Broad you be in forgiving.

So much did I hear -
The buzz of moral quotes

Either sung by Gurus or coded in Scripture;
Either floating in the air of practitioners.

Virtue lives in the instincts.
I feel incapacitated...

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How difficult it is to pursue
A moral code that seems so trite
For a young son whose modes are new
Insisting his thoughts are alright
When a bold mind creates a fight.

But the choice to stand by my will
And show reason to discipline
With tough love, I claim and...

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Action begins and the scene is occupied by two living trays
succumbing to powerful activities much against dry cleaning services.
Nature once again proves its wonders
as water filled balloons and inverted cups
turn pressing pressures into pleasures
from two rakes with five long but rounded teeth.
Dialogue exists through sounds...

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Mysterious codes
Natures womb delivering
Species so distinct...

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COMPUTERS AND BINARY CODES

Computers, computer science, and binary codes
Are a pain in the neck and other parts of the anatomy
They cause confusion and misery by the truckloads
In order to cope, one almost has to attend an academy

Computers have become a necessary evil today
They seem like...

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somewhere out there is a changing scheme you cant catch onto
the fixing of spelling mistakes
the continual changing of innocent lines written
the masterplan for world peace right here revolves around this fact
you might not see it coming
probably isnt me in all ohnesty
but what of the one...

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Dimple dash dalmatians speak mostly in monosyllabic format. Barking once or twice is an overlay. A symptom of subjecting the subconscious flow to tune into remarks made by flying bull carriers. When accompanying a large amount of mist over a border it is good to...

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...to My Mum


She was always in the kitchen, 
kneading pastry with good humour,
blending garnishes and gossip
as she plied her magic wand
and it was dinner time.

Struggling with algebra 
I'd agonize for hours, 'til frustration
got the best of me, she tucked me into bed.
In the morning she...

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Body a box, box on wheels for this marble
marble of a mind
sphere of influence
influence on overdrive
slow down your mind
boxing your mind, closed wide
nice and close, closer than before to the undersatnding
of a new prpose, when midlife pointlessness, and automatic inner battles rage,
fighting with me, and...

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...to My Mom


She was always in the kitchen, 
kneading pastry with good humour,
blending garnishes and gossip
as she wove her magic wand
and it was dinner time.

Struggling with algebra 
I'd agonize for hours, 'til frustration
got the best of me, she tucked me into bed.
In the morning she...

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