Nibbles of Digital Poetries:
“The Digital Realm”,
“The ‘Digital Desire’ Poetry Contest”,
“The ‘Romance Erotica’ Poetry Contest”
Though lovers we desire to be,
The barriers of electricity
That separate us
And yet connect us
Make that an impossibility.
We plunge over the edge
Of the electric waterfall
Unfulfilled passions floating away,
Our conscious flames burning
Hearts quivering, throbbing
Pulsing with a longing
That is digitally slayed.
Our palms touch
The digital screens
Struggling to connect and entwine,
Alas, we touch-
We mingle harmoniously
In each other’s virtual arms
Then I explode in a halo of beauty,
Which was repressed and is now released
In a flood of tearful joy
Giving dazzling light to a dark day-
That’s me in my digital ecstasy.
In the digital realm, sure,
Our looks are not seen,
Our faces removed,
Yet our vanities drift away
In whispering thoughts of yearning.
Our hearts can mingle
With the other’s soul
In the other’s mind,
Though we’re in the flesh apart,
In the digital realm
In digital time
We can relate
“The Digital Realm”
The person you are inside, indeed!
The person you are inside I see
Through my mind’s eye
And the digital screen.
What leading authority
Says the Internet isolates?
I laugh in their face!
I spit in their eye!
Isolates? Alas, Nay!
A bit overweight?
A wart on your nose?
Here, that is not the ‘you’ I want to know!
We are here at once set free
To explore our being, our being inside,
Ignoring the outsies.
Photographs? Don’t need them.
Images? Toss them!
Voices? Split the asunder!
They are not we!
They are the imprisoning shells
That falsely classify and
That give us illusions
And false identities.
We can dance in midair
We can waltz on a cloud
And not get blinded
By what we see
It will not impede
Our digital ecstasy
“The ‘Digital Desires’ Poetry Contest”
Tired of feeling dark?
Tired of feeling suicidal?
Has you love been spurned lately?
Or thrown away? Discarded? Crushed? Trampled?
Tired of the same old heartless vapid in/out smut that has as much fulfillment as a bowl of Capt. Crunch?
Tired of the burden of being serious?
Tired of the abstract?
Tired of the angst?
Tired of the social ills?
Is there a constant disappointment bleeding out of your eyes?
Are you breathing your last breath in suffocating surroundings?
Is your happiness locked up and stored away?
Are you a work of art surrounded by vandals?
Are you a piece of fine china in a shop of raging bulls?
Are you knifed in the back by the petty and jealous?
Are you able to see but cannot speak?
Have you not found any other outlet for you passion and love?
Tired of all the pain?
Have your digital desires been Ctrl-Alt-Deleted?
Well, forget all that!
Do you have passion building up inside?
Swelling? Burning? Ready to burst out?
Do you desire to come as close to achieving a blinding,
Heart-pounding sensual climax
Through the sensual use of allusions and metaphors?
Want to collapse in complete exhaustion after a bout with sheer verbal ecstasy?
Here is you opportunity to
get passionate about love
The way it should be,
If only through digital desires.
All poems judged according to the first reading.
“The ‘Romantic Erotica’ Poetry Contest”
No foul words.
No loveless sex.
Doesn’t sink to pure erotica as in “I whipped out my ____ and banged her ____ deeply.”
Or abuse, as in “and then told
my friends how stupid she was,
No obvious descriptions like “I spread her ____ wide then ____ed her with my huge ____.”
More like “I spread her innocence wide and drank deeply, and planted my seed until I collapsed.”
Must arouse sensual passionate love
Rather than loveless animal urges.
Must leave it all to the imagination. Nothing explicit.
Pre-writes (old passion).
New Writes (fresh passion).
Sensual, promising allusions.