Long Keystrokes Poems

Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as...

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Some Pro's and Con's of being Virtually Connected to Reality poetic verses

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
even countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part)...

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I'm torn in poetry ~ 
like a fractured syllable 
scattered across 
altars of glistening gold, 
mirroring the maskless faces 
of those, who once 
sold their sanctity for sins. 
Perhaps, there's a
cursed moonlight, 
to which I'll...

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My Computer Might Daydream About…

My computer may daydream about,
The Twilight films and the meaning of The Matrix,
The thought behind Star Trek and the point of Star Wars,
Which I repeatedly watch on its DVD Player,
And it...

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The circuit hums a silent song
a symphony of logic, cold, strong. 

No gods dwell here in steel & wire
no spirits whisper, no flames inspire.

The temples gleam, a sterile white 
where data flows a day in...

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who felt incorporeal storied power 
   of Herman Melville as zen unseen aid 
instructing hypothetic rich kid to drop out of school 
   before his/her first grade
coz of all the money...

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While idling away the precious minutes
tapping into the wide whirled web
a smattering of random words and phrases
(in an attempt to jump/kick start
pinteresting material to sink figurative teeth),
thoughts pinwheeled back decades ago,

when attention attuned to forfeited,...

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The tale of the high kicking raspberries in two hundred lines of silt and steamed porridge oats.

Keynotes noted kissing keystones keep keystrokes kingly. But kingly is often not associated with kindness, kinship, or kept keepers...

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Dead now, Jackie Walsh?
Smolderingly blonde like a strawberry,
protesting your stolen innocence; one snuffed candle.
So much promise you had, the favored cousin,
my own father loved you best.
All gone in an instant, one busy street, and one...

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In times to come, heavy as steel that freezes stories yet untold,
The sky wraps itself in ash of thoughts yearning to be confined.
Silent streets converge towards a doubtful, mechanical horizon,
Where the sobriety of hope seems...

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What's worse than a malicious master of manipulation?
Two who join together to play Pin the Tail on their prey
Continuously and clamorously... asses love to bray

Cruelty is not always physical
Some take joy in messing with the...

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I know you're out there
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place with intent
       each finger-step...

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“We can’t change the cards
The cards we’ve been handed
All our lives been let down
Let down and abandoned 
Everyone looking out for themselves 
With poor intentions on the road 
Lost integrity and identity 
Deceit and lying...

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People who talk like they think they are so much better than everyone else, people who are 
too stupid to realize that they talk like they think they are so much better than everyone 
else,...

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I know you're out there ...
    I can hear you ... typing, rat-a-tat-tat
      I echo it, but place with intent
       each...

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Languages Blossom Like Flowers: A Whimsical Theory 

In the tapestry of human existence, languages weave intricate patterns. They are the vibrant threads connecting us, allowing thoughts and emotions to flow across cultures and borders. But...

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Feeling turbidity
in a globe 
so remote ,
as to be 
a mirage
awash with guilt
armored to be
despondent
courted by
sadness and her wiles

She , 
it is a she
torments
every 
waking 
moment

I resign 
to be hopeful
chained
to the fates
merciless
though they can be
I...

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Don't you dare call my home,
I have no time for you.
Instead, our information we give out merrily,
To Google, Facebook and others unseen,
Of these...there is no lack.

Worse, we don't care if our cell phones 
follow our tracks.
Nor hundreds...

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I’m definitely eraser old skool

My muse keystrokes
are quirky cool

Padawan woodpecker
tap ... tap ... tap
on dense ears of educated fools

Principled pencil-head me
will cursive 
rap ... rap ... rap
on toes of uneducated, dull tools

That’s just a guaranteed...

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When on earth will you call them?
After, they are dead?

Don't you get it?
God made ears for hearing, not texts to be read.

No wonder people kill each other.
They are love-empty inside.

Keystrokes are not the same
As hearing...

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Countless, that's how much,
i've caressed this keyboard
Struggling to type you
Trying to plaster you into a poem

Numerous, that's how much,
Your words drift in echos
As i capture them with keystrokes
Attempting to configure my feelings for you

Infinity, it's...

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Who are you?
Where did you come from?
You are just a message on a computer screen
A note posted for everyone to see
Four simple words
“Where is my love?”
I sat and looked for hours
At those four words
Who could...

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Politically correct I’m not; if you seek precision you ought,
find the time, to define the rhyme of perfection
in words you’ve sought.

A simplicity of words I am; I do not write for status or glam,
I pen...

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So here I am again
in redundancy I'll say hello
living life behind this screen
dreaming of a world most obscene

I wait, eager for response
Clicking refresh once more
My world inside a spider's web
in this fantasy I'm still no...

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