Come, Run-Away From the Sea [Combatwords Poem, January 28, 2011]
From http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2011/01/combatwords-january-28-2011-waiting-for.html
Life as we know it is supple and bitter;
Life as we know it is vicious and glitter.
We look for our lovers in movies,
At networked computers as psychics,
Unknowable God in our psyches—
Our secrets are obvious vices.
Flows to the heart, ebbs fall apart—we're reaching.
Blows shall impart hesitant starts—stone to sandy beaching.
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The battle has just started. Try to defeat this poem here: http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2011/01/combatwords-january-28-2011-waiting-for.html
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Friday, January 28, 2011
Come, Run-Away From the Sea [Combatwords Poem, January 28, 2011]
Labels:
C-c-c-c-c-combatWords,
fear and starting,
Hello. I am your computer and I love you.,
January 28 2011,
Khakjaan Wessington,
psychic
Friday, November 12, 2010
Counterpoint Epiphany [Today's News Poem, November 12, 2010]
Counterpoint Epiphany [Today's News Poem, November 12, 2010]
I open my eyes, and by seeing, am seen;
Leverage circuitry, witness the outbreaks
Of rekindled relationships: cholera.
The names of diseases appear on my screen
Lacking a meaning beyond definition.
I am watched as I voyeur the monitor
Considering menace. Computers are dry,
Likewise myself: we both share dispositions.
We are pulling the themes from polyphonies
Of history, memory. Everything old,
New, in-between is an echo, a counter
To the trend and all lead to epiphanies.
"Medical workers in Haiti on Friday called the upward trend in deaths and illnesses in the cholera outbreak "alarming" as the earthquake-devastated nation's already strained health system overflowed with the sick. "
— Moni Basu, CNN, November 12, 2010 3:34 p.m. EST
http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/11/12/haiti.cholera/
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I open my eyes, and by seeing, am seen;
Leverage circuitry, witness the outbreaks
Of rekindled relationships: cholera.
The names of diseases appear on my screen
Lacking a meaning beyond definition.
I am watched as I voyeur the monitor
Considering menace. Computers are dry,
Likewise myself: we both share dispositions.
We are pulling the themes from polyphonies
Of history, memory. Everything old,
New, in-between is an echo, a counter
To the trend and all lead to epiphanies.
"Medical workers in Haiti on Friday called the upward trend in deaths and illnesses in the cholera outbreak "alarming" as the earthquake-devastated nation's already strained health system overflowed with the sick. "
— Moni Basu, CNN, November 12, 2010 3:34 p.m. EST
http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/americas/11/12/haiti.cholera/
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Labels:
anti-news,
cholera,
Church of the electronic eye,
Haiti,
Hello. I am your computer and I love you.,
Khakjaan Wessington,
November 12 2010,
poetry for Haiti,
polyphony symphony
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