Output Poems - Poems about Output

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...In the vast algorithmic wilderness, we search for truth... In the chaos of digital existence, we navigate the maze of virtual connections, seeking answers in the pixels that form our fragmented......Read the rest...

...Don't be worry though In more output than input You'll reap what you sow.......Read the rest...

...If being a good writer means you just write Anything that you can perceive, Then my page would be flooding In poems everytime I have A time to write. But there is more in poetry than mere ......Read the rest...

...Edge what remains their last hope, be enshrined, be the breeding atolls summoned to mind. Albatross are one of the bird's largest. These goliath's wingspans are the longest, which makes them less......Read the rest...

...I’M LIKE AN INSTANT POT I’m like an Instant Pot. We’re both big and bold. Heavier than we should be Fussier than we need be Neither of us should ever Sit on the kitchen counter When not ......Read the rest...

...The orbiting host of a forenoon sky claims a sunny day. They are attributed for the better part of each year, primarily affecting the island's leeward side. On its windward side, periodic downpours f......Read the rest...

...nought and one binary computation input then process then store and output digital society foundation dependency increasing good and bad ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *3r......Read the rest...

...("Incantations", 2014, original pen and ink and acrylic) The Way Light Changes There are times when the very fabric of reality changes; alters, loosens and expands, and for that matter......Read the rest...

... your output to the universe comes back to you like a "Return to Sender" mail. if you treat people ......Read the rest...

...What lay’s buried in my memory Is my memory sometimes lies Bloody Mary quite contrary The canary quickly dies Now the monkey’s in the middle You know some monkeys don’t mean jack Only if ......Read the rest...

...Moving ceiling fan configures the shadow thru light The lizard is wandering silently to its food The light is the obstinate demand of the ant-hill Food is the output gist of the life's death! ......Read the rest...

...HER POSTURE WAS,RELAXING BUT SHE FEELS LIKE FALLING. LIKE A SLIP WITHOUT PUSH A MOUND WITHOUT HUSH ALL THE INVISIBLE, VISIBILITIES. ALL THE INVISIBLE ,VISIBILITIES. THEY THINK JUST THE FOG. ......Read the rest...

...My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1) (A Memorial Poem) I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch some days (Steve would get 'hours......Read the rest...

...Beyond the hedgerow where the river does flow Where bunnies unbridled cavort to and fro And commune with the cows where the new grasses sprout What, one could ask, might they natter about? … … ......Read the rest...