Cyberspace, my blue astral projector
I'm not seeking new friends to entertain
I dwell in a big celestial sector
Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain.
Yet, from funny dark galaxies above
Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise.
The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves
To stretch their wings where faery nature flies.
A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and free.
No longer bound by bedridden routine.
I journeyed back through past pink memories
And glimpsed my magic future, wide and keen.
A verdant woman, celestial and high,
Candle visions that light the morning sky.
I have friends I’ve never seen before
At least not face to face.
I speak with them with ones and zeros
In a world called cyberspace.
Through the magic of the microchips
At the speed of light they say,
Speaking in code that somehow flows
In electrons all the way.
From one mind and soul to another
Poetic friend somewhere,
All around this big wide world
With countless thoughts we share.
Reading and rhyming like walking and climbing,
Or enjoying the morning dew,
With keypad strikes we love to write
Like dreams that all come true.
Through cables and wires that carry our desires
To share what’s on our minds,
And greet one another like sisters and brothers
From other mothers, you’ll always find…
We’re always musing, thinking and choosing
The best verbs and nouns to say,
Good morning, good evening, good everything
To my poetic friends today.
If you’re lacking focus or purpose, therefore,
Don’t hesitate to find,
My poetic friends out buzzing again
Through the magic of cyberspace lines.
Data
When all this pandemic
Mothering bull
Is finally over and the
CCP Virus is a memory
We will all be living in cyberspace
And I will work
As a spaceship pilot
Hahahahahaha
Flying from one
Data bit to another lmfao
I wonder where messages go,
like travellers lost in the snow,
all night and all day,
they're sent and they stray,
so did you just get my hello?
written 7th May for Brian's contest
One day we met in an unlikely place
I longed to see and touch your face
But I couldn't, you lived in cyberspace
We became friends fast, you're my ace
What we have is special, a virtual chase
You came into my heart without a trace?
Yesterday we ate dinner and I wore lace
Bought you flowers and I put them in a vase
You sent me a book with a lovely bookcase
People said our love affair is a disgrace
How? What we have no one can replace
Non believers can take their opinions to space
Alexis Y.
1-3-19
Ring, Cyberspace Bells
Vitriol is crowding cyberspace;
A year of gaseous utterances unleashed and hanging;
Close your eyes, imagine a global warming of utterances;
It must be dissipated – no, dissolved.
Burst open spewing beautiful heart!.
Lean back in that easy chair;
Close your eyes, without fanfare.
Breathe into cyberspace’s sulphuric gas
The antidote, your own soul’s buried prettiness.
Melt away, delete, strike cyber trash!
Wispy clouds across the moon.
A newborn babe’s first smile;
Riding a convertible on a perfect day,
Sunflower fields for a mile.
The expression on a girl friend’s face,
As she accepts your hard-earned ring.
A wandering wind caught between hills,
When they happily start to sing
Fall leaves dancing like jewels
On old gnarled and stately trees;
Silver streaks, twinkling reflections.
On a lovely lapping lake at eve.
Now I have started a prism’d ball,
Of exquisite glittering pastel things.
Lie back, lie back, create your own
‘Til cyberspace bells start to ring.
My heart is filled with much happiness
a generous "souper" has showed kindness
By gifting me with an unselfish gift
it's like they knew I needed a lift
I think a cyberspace angel resides here
gifting soupers with PM's and much cheer
I won't forget such a selfless thing
it causes my tortured heart to sing
Tonight I want to have a sweet dream
of my cyberspace "angel" near a stream
It would be an awesome opportunity,
to say thanks for building up community
10-12-16
How Can It Be Love In A Place They Call Cyberspace
How can it be real love in a place they call cyberspace
Not to be able to lace each other’s fingers an embrace
Not to be able to feel the warmth race of each other’s deepened passion
Encase your heart loving as one
How can it be real love in a place they call cyberspace
The fun is taken away when you cannot see each other's brighten face
Among the scattered red rose petals on a satin sheet
Holding each other’s hand you would all float away with no true love to stay sweet
How can it be real love in a place they call cyberspace
Somewhere out there is that perfect soul-mate to replace
That space of each other's future journey's end
Cyberspace love is a faithful relationship of a friend
By: Eve Roper 9/19/2015
I sifted through my insides and decided to wear them on the outside
Just for the pleasure of it
Also to see the reactions of people who are flimsy and easily scared
My spleen is my greatest accomplishment
As it is so iridescent and pulsating
have you seen inside-out reversed eyeballs before?
It's a very introspective moment
I also decided that I don't want to pay for anything anymore
Yet, I don't want to steal from poor CEO's because they have a hard life
I just want steel bones
So that I won't bang myself up when cutting a corner too close while circumnavigating the
Globe
I feel your pain and it makes me horripilate in its glorious uprising
Of new thought process
Oh how I love this
Excuse me for a moment
The oxygen iz gettn...
Love in Cyberspace
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
It's easy to fall in love in cyberspace.
Keeping hearts there, faults exist without care.
And dream's every fantasy finds its place.
Thought's sanctuary, deepest secrets lie bare.
While hope engulfs the imagination's light,
Intrigue invites danger, raw emotions glare.
Fancifully cavorting, insight's delight,
Upon a cloud beneath the moon, two souls roam.
Sparkling eyes embrace romance in flight.
Lust becomes finely tuned; billowy words foam.
From oceans of bitter pasts, waves bathe the mind.
Life's rapid reality begins to roam.
Years, fears, and struggles long spent, wearisome, find.
Faithful love, life's true gift, preserves worthiness.
Wisdom's frolic is cyber-love. Real love binds.
Sorry I fogot the Format.
ã Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
August 31, 2009
… What Vector, What Sector, What Intranet
What Satellite, What Planet, Which Parapet?
What Sequence, Star System, Radius, Apex…
Oh, Signal Me From Your CyberSpace Trek!
… Just Let Me Into Your CyberSpace
Let Me Scan and Search Thru Your Data Base
The Time-Warp – Continuum is NOW… Make Haste
Give A Flash, A Bleep… Some Navigation Trace!...
… Excuse me, I don’t mean to Static Cling…
to this Screen… But, did your Com - on, mean Anything?
Don’t Blink-Blink – Blank Stare Me, Give Back a Beam!...
… into This Cybernetic Scheme…
Aaaah, The Constant-Kinetic Indicator… Right There!
Like A Neon-Escalator Suspended in Air
A Dimensional-Conduit… Oh Captain, You Care!...
Your CyberSpace Secrets, Sent To Share…
Let Me Into Your CyberSpace
Let Me Scan and Long-Search Thru, Your Data Base
I want more than Information… I Want Interface
… and Forever Float in Your CyberSpace…
Your CyberSpace Secrets, I Will Chase….
That'll teach me
Or will it?
Penned a poem with the keyboard
Dumb move,
I admit it.
You're not going to get me
I tapped back in
And my words
Disappeared again
Oh, that's a sin.
Poor poet on line
Why dost thou insist
On leaving your pen behind
When you know
It is a risk?
They were tapping back at me
As if they knew the rules
And then
I hit that key
And finally lost my cool.
Where are you?
I search you in the cyberspace.
I need to know your face,
How is your dress
And your electronic address.
Where are you?
I am searching you since long time,
But my walking is fine
Because I think about our union.
Is it an illusion?
Where are you?
The cyberspace is virtual,
But my love is real.
I dream with our net meeting.
With this sentiment I am living.
Where are you?
I want to chat:
Are you searching me?
Are you missing me?
Where are you?
Tell me, please!
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