This Poem was Submitted By: Rick Barnes On Date: 2004-10-21 02:16:41 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Digital Poetry

It came to me in a dream To write a digital rhyme scheme. At first try it didn't seem That this should be left up to me. Then I thought I just might be The first to use this kind of theme. The first rhymes a zero...see? And this one is the number three

Copyright © October 2004 Rick Barnes

Additional Notes:
Here ya go Mell. We'll see... won't we?

This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Andrew Hislop On Date: 2004-11-05 00:26:16
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.28571
Dear Rick Hmmm ... let's see now ... ... 00011011 ... Nup, I count twenty-seven. But then I'm a geek! Best wishes Mark.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2004-10-25 16:51:40
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.26316
Rick, I don't 'get it'. I'm completely perplexed......if you care to tell me I'd much appreciate it. Dellena
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mell W. Morris On Date: 2004-10-22 15:54:28
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.78571
Rick the ramblin' man: Thanks so much for posting this at my request. There are so many billiant pieces in your book but this one is a science applied to art, the mathematics of music, the pas de deux and the one- and-uh-two. You understand mathematical theory of music (boy, would you and my son have a rip-roaring time with this subject!) and I'm kind of in the stones ages where primitive man made music with rocks and bones. It's as if you are in continual discoutsae with the people of long ago. Think of all the magnetic tones and throes given you and I really believe your role (duty) per the divine fate is to bring the message to all people. I do not take such musings and flashes of insight as I once did/ There is a purpose to all rhings... if on;y I could determine what part I'm assigned in your masreful play. Your book and poetry make for superlative meditation guides and I cannot recall if I ever to9ld you that I*n any eent, this has always been been one of my most favorite. Keep the pen and our worls spinning. If you dumb this down into so much hogswill, I'll be enroute to your abode with full armor.This makes my heart sing, Wild Thing! Enlisted and thanks from the bottom of mu hesrt. Mayul
This Poem was Critiqued By: James Edward Schanne On Date: 2004-10-22 08:44:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.93750
If its digital poetry wouldn't it be in binary, or perhaps hexidecimal (that used to be what I used to incode with on my old comodore 64 back in the early 80's. But I assume thats not what is intended here by digital poetry, then again could come up with a poem about fingers after all their digital such as: read me in braille with your tips that don't fail go slow with a rub let nothing be snubbed press your life lines against let your palms get incensed oh well, thanks for letting me read and comment.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joanne M Uppendahl On Date: 2004-10-21 13:38:29
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Rick: 0-1 1-2 2-3 3-3? I am not a mathematician (ask my daughter, the math teacher!). Nor familiar with computer code. What I am is -- interested in anything you write. Interested in puzzles and challenges. Curious about Mell's take on this, about everyone's take on this. I can't really see imagery here, nor texture. Lots of meter, rhyme and whims, though. I'm probably missing the point. But that's OK. In every moment the universe whispers to us. Messages are carried on the winds and in the songs of birds. Dreams are filled with signs, everything is filled with signs, whether we are aware of them or not. I think that in the modern age, we've lost touch with how to relate to these signs, especially as technology expanded. However, many have been rediscovering their ability to listen to the messages around them, and in my opinion, poets are the ones most in connection with their inner wisdom. Maybe you are 'just' having fun, seeing what people will make of this. On the other hand, the planet is changing rapidly. Maybe it is time to learn, again, to listen to the whispers of the universe. I am listening to yours. I may not get the code, but you've alerted me to be aware. As you would say, "Only you!" My best always, Joanne
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