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          Dull-dreary rain day...
                 dripping past my gate
                a girl bearing irises.

                     Shintoku


 
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace
          Richard Brautigan 1967

               I like to think (and
               the sooner the better!)
               of a cybernetic meadow
               where mammels and computers
               live together in mutually
               programming harmony
               like pure water
               touching clear sky. 

               I like to think
               (right now, please!)
               of a cybernetic forest
               filled with pines and electronics
               where deer stroll peacefully
               past computers
               as if they were flowers
               with spinning blossoms. 

               I like to think
               (it has to be!)
               of a cybernetic ecology
               where we are free of our labors
               and joined back to nature,
               returned to our mammal
               brothers and sisters,
               and all watched over
               by machines of loving grace.


 
                Symbol of Love
                    byLori Dennis

                   The band was of silver, it cost hardly a cent, 
                   but it's significance was more, than the money you spent,

                   it symbolized our love, our commitment and life, 
                   all the vows that we shared, when you made me your wife, 

                   a continuous circle, no beginning and no end, 
                   just a lifetime of sharing, with my closest friend, 

                   the silver got worn, it was bent, beat and scratched, 
                   the ring and our lives, they were very well matched, 

                   I would twist it and turn it, and worry those nights, 
                   when you didn't come home, and I left on the lights, 

                   my skin was indented, by the dull metal ring, 
                   alone on those nights, no comfort it would bring, 

                   I turned it so much, as I waited and cried, 
                   not knowing when, or how you had died, 

                   you always came home, at least most of the time, 
                   drunken and dirty, and smelling of wine, 

                   always a promise, a pact you would break, 
                   as you left for the bars, my fingers would ache,

                   from twisting and turning, that thin silver band, 
                   until that one day, that it broke in my hand, 

                   I saw the beginning, I saw it had end, 
                   I knew that this ring, had no way to mend, 

                   So I slipped it off, and laid it down on the bed, 
                   I knew that the meaning, had been all in my head, 

                   the symbol of love, is not silver nor gold, 
                   its the being there, when you need someone to hold.

          






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