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