From lies in books they set us free
Encyclopedias are redacted
And Satie’s fourth Gymnopedie
Flooded with likes from the attracted
I’m living in the brave new world
It works far freakier than Huxley’s
I’m bought and sold and I download
I get the codes to use them aptly
I’m quite a modern chap these days
No more a fossil left in lurch
Daedalus AI builds new maze
Keeps every Theseus in search
Where is that famous silver thread?
But I just passed the exit gate
I heard the Minotaur is dead
The ambulance arrived too late..
Health and human services of Ventura county
Labor dispute
Has refused key access to governor newsom
In orders legislated
Denied rights of homekey assignment
And resigned account
The total loss of life is significant
Occupation of excess in Union
Against better
Refuse bettered man
Consort of treason
Record in account held as quieted palms
Sacrifice
Order to report otherwise
Internal review
Of publicly provided access
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activation codes
energy frequencies move
touch surface trace form ~
The combination lock I had
In high school, for the gym,
Would open with a special code;
Though memory’s grown dim…
I still remember: 2 – 8 – 2
Turn right, then left, then right,
Those numbers etched into my brain,
Which I can still recite.
Those were the only numbers that
I had to memorize
To access something locked away
(My sneakers, I’d surmise).
Yet nowadays, we have to learn
Numeric codes, as well
As passwords to protect us
From where hackers hide and dwell.
And each one should be different,
With 8 characters or more,
Some upper case, plus numbers
Or some symbols, por favor.
It also is expected that
Your brain will, on command,
Be able to cough up those codes
When apps make that demand.
Those years in school so long ago
Did not provide a clue
That some day my stuff would not be safe
With simply 2 – 8 – 2.
Under the falling snow
let our privacy go!
Let the breath go on rocking....
Just drop down your secretes
in hurry!
Time is too short
To wait for the right moment
To make the right move
Every time…
Come on running to me
Not so softly with your bemused stride.
Not so gently like a virgin girl
Not so slowly like the widow
Waiting long in solitude
Here I’m with my balls
Hanging perpendicular
Like the pendulum
Keeping track of every second
Drop down your secrets
Drop by drop
All the falling snow will translate
Every moment for the next millennium
And entire humanity will repeat
The ultimate rhymes
Decoding the eternal codes…
©SriSuvro 5’ August 2024
The modern world is an awe-choice saturation
Of stuffness and people,
A punguage,
An allcode,
The hash of all cyphers, nodes and codices
Ever scribed, wrote and written,
Bitten off, stolen or torn,
The mash of all knowledge,
The thrash of all oars televisual,
The splice of all strings
From one edge of time to the other,
The open oeuvre of everything,
An omnithought of toot,
The sum of all inflexions,
Ancient and phonetic,
Yet provisional,
A mighty metaforest pointing
To the centre
Of you know what.
We each have an internal code
Of things we wouldn’t do
And some of what I’d never try
Might not apply to you.
The same is true for things I’d do
That maybe you would not.
We tend to follow rules we’ve made
That vary not a lot.
Though I might cross against the light
While others wait for green,
I’d never cut a line or leave
Before the table’s clean.
Our codes, established early on,
Are often set for good
And most attempts to change will fail
In any likelihood.
Start with words
pick up their sticks
make a now-man.
No eyes yet,
maybe the garden grackles
will peck out some.
Life at this hour needs a password.
There are boxes to tick, negotiations
to be made
with an ill-defined self.
It's morning already
the sun is glaring blue
on the hard silent snow.
Going to need a key that perfectly fits
a gated community,
a playground, a parking lot, a dog park,
any door that opens
all those dark spaces hidden inside
unlit clouds,
and at this time
there are no further
instructions
available.
“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
Words, like veils, wrap perception
in mysterious codes of deception
Mystical blends of one-dimensional letters
~ Gifted wordsmiths can do no better
Are like passports or keys to open doorways
to travel the stars, quasars, galaxies and white and black holes
From worlds within us
from worlds outside us
and inner and outer dimensions
That were never seen
or heard of or experienced before time
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 a demon of sorts has been turned loose
I know less about a binary code than I do about ballet
And for the science part of it, I simply have no use
The only reason I tolerate computers is Poetry Soup
Without it my poems could never be read
And that would make my spirits droop
And my ego would never get fed
So I'll just sit in front of this one eyed monster
And keep writing poems that people hopefully enjoy
While at the same time I will ponder
Another method the world could employ
To simplify life, yet inform the world
Of the beauty that poetry can give
And computers, as well as smart phones be hurled
Into space to simplify the life we must live
5 October 2018
For the contest sponsored by Brahn Bailey
sirius moving closer
aligning in orion's belt
we are whirling in the
galactic center of love
accelerations and ascensions
of higher vibrations
new codes of love
wheels of energy
synchronised
we are healing our wounds
through forgiveness
aug 9 2016
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 are my tiniest finger, pointer and thumb.
Can you read and feel my heart?
From E to Y, for you it jumps and pumps.
Can you hear and feel me?
Satellite isn’t ahead of my fervor mental telepathy.
Can you really hear me?
If everything in me is mute on this Valentines Day?
If I’m mute and you’re blind,
Touch me, feel all my codes and you’ll find.
Sweetheart, have a Very Happy Valentines
I’m all yours today ‘til the end of time.
©2016Leonora Galinta
All Rights Reserved
Feb. 14, 2016 8.20pm
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 coming from a deep hollow without echo,
walking on a flat floor made of six tiles
and admiring anatomical pillars with well defined ridges.
Two opposing, headless snails without shells
come out from their holes to share fluids
so that horizontal rubbers so pink and flexible
dynamically interlock like the maneuvers of an octopus
causing the big headed firm spoon of one tray
to gently slide into the cylindrical funnel of the other
with nothing more to achieve after repeated sessions
leading to spillage for action to call it quit.
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