With Stopwatch In Hand (Karl Kraus Poems)
Berlin, 22 September 1916.On 17 September one of oursubmarines sank a fullyloaded enemy troop transportin the Mediterranean. Theship went down ...
Computers & Technology Poems (34 Poems)
Note From Echo (AM Juster Poems)
Narcissus, I no longer haunt the canyonsand the crypts. I thrive and multiply;uncounted daughters are my new companions.We are the ...
Goading the Muse (Charles Bukowski Poems)
this man used to be aninteresting writer,he was able to say brisk andrefreshing things.at the timeI suggested to the editors ...
To Mrs. Professor In Defense Of My Cat’s Honor And Not Only (Czeslaw Milosz Poems)
My valiant helper, a small-sized tigerSleeps sweetly on my desk, by the computer,Unaware that you insult his tribe.Cats play with ...
My Computer (Charles Bukowski Poems)
what? they say, "you got acomputer?"it's like I have sold out tothe enemy.I had no idea so manypeople were prejudicedagainstcomputers.even ...
On Freedom Of Mind (Edvard Kocbek Poems)
I want no fine phrases, only one word is left for me, when I fall on the couch I say: ...
The Trash Can (Charles Bukowski Poems)
this is great, I just wrote twopoems I didn't like.there is a trash can on thiscomputer.I just moved the poemsoverand ...
As A Computer (Cemal Sureya Poems)
Gazali used a lake as a computer, Carrying pragmas to the Seljuks, He denied the four directions, always looked up, ...
Number 3 on the Docket (Amy Lowell Poem)
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
In the Age of Revolution (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
History will remember the tide of freedom how we are now living in the Age of Revolution Fast as the ...
Smooth Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Something of the weight the feeling in my palm smooth stones from the wadi to bring the giant down Five ...
Breathed into Life (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words coming easy not merely dry bones laying on my desk, in the computer, the ether coming together with ...
The Sound of the Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The sound of the rain starting my day sitting at the computer again Too early for light to see the ...
Holy Guacamole (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe the best way to describe the inauguration the scene of that sea of people, our nation's Mall covered with ...
Her Tears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was sitting there at her computer, listening to one of our songs one that touches us still saying what ...
His Words – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words, shared, written down come from God, from the voice speaking within me, the means streaming through my fingers ...
A PJ Day (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Unlike yesterday, Christmas Day a more leisurely start, middle, and end of the day, at least so far Awake more ...
The Wind out my Window (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The oak tree's leaves didn't stand a chance under the glowering gray sky today they were more than just rustling ...
Where (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A search on the computer for poetry with "where" in them, falling into thoughts of the question "where are you ...
A Few Hours of Rest (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
At the start of the day, a few hours of rest, without agenda or timeline, without to do's and phones ...
The Hum of the Fan (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
All is quiet in the house, girls asleep, slowing down the only sound my fingers clicking these words the purr ...
When the House is Quiet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the house is quiet and the girls are asleep sitting at my desk, at the computer studying, researching a ...
Can’t Sleep (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Staring at the screen the computer watch the flash of images, messages of nothingness flickering bits of news with no ...
The Submariner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Living inside himself Able to be at peace In cramped quarters Defined a part Only in the Service for a ...
Adam Asked (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Adam asked About Dad and what he did Saturday night. An interest In his family In a grandfather Gone since ...
Pillows of snow (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pillows of light, white snow Atop the raspberry bramble At the back of the yard The edge of the wild ...
Part 4 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Gee, You’re So Beautiful That It’s Starting To Rain (Richard Brautigan Poems)
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God ...
At the California Institute of Technology (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I don't care how God-damn smart these guys are: I'm bored. It's been raining like hell all day long and ...
16-bit Intel 8088 chip (Charles Bukowski Poems)
with an Apple Macintosh you can't run Radio Shack programs in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive ...