New Sonnets.

This sonnet sings about the Internet,

And Cyber-Space, where minds can wander free.

The Virtual Dimension makes 5-D;

We think we know its Nature, but you bet,

A tiny fragment’s all each ‘soul’ can ‘get’.

We each have just one life, in which ‘to be’ ‘?’

So live it to the full, and live it free,

But, ‘Never harm another!’ don’t forget.

“The way I see the world must be the truth? “

One day I’ll die, but until then I’ll thrive.

I’ll die a natural death, be slain, or euth-

-Enised.  For Universal Justice I shall strive

In health, or long beyond forgotten youth.

In Cyber- and real- Space I am alive!

Naum Tered

May 16

[Written when the first Surface wasn't working and hence forced to revert to a pen and paper.]

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[Written to a former friend, 'A']

I’ll write a brand new poem just for you.

It’s written in this way because I can,

And when I force my mental thoughts to scan

They come out making sense and looking new.

Am I suggesting that we both renew

Our friendship?  I forget how it began.

Please see me as a person , not a man!

And share our years remaining – all too few.

A Sonnet for a Lady, nothing less,

For meaning is debased by mundane prose;

Though I have little meaning, I confess.

The future will transpire as time flows

And Fate or Heaven’s Will will either bless

Or not endorse the way that our life goes.

Naum Tered

May 16

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[After a few lines of a normal letter, I suddenly felt a poem coming on.]

I used to know her then as just, ‘B.B.’

Her other name is Barbara Clinton Brown,

And by that name she’s known all over town.

She knows the world as only she can see

And lives her life authentically and free;

Though plagued by troubles, they don’t bring her down

“Outrageous fortune” does not make her frown;

And through it all she’s been a friend to me.

She sees the way the world might yet turn out

Although she might not live to see the end

And yet she understands without a doubt

The outcome of the present Social Trend.

She sees the truth and knows what life’s about

I’m blessed that such a person is my friend.

Naum Tered

May 16

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[In the same letter, after a couple of prose lines, written at first without newlines, but only for a few lines..]

We could have met in town again today,

But I’m put off by cold and wind and rain,

It won’t be long before we meet again,

Right now when that might be I cannot say.

I’ll stop this now, I’ve nothing more to say,

And writing in bad light conflicts my brain.

Who thought a new computer could cause pain?

This is, without a doubt, a dismal day.

Though we’re apart, you see I think of you.

Outside my house and in my brain a storm

Is worse than any that I ever knew

But now the thought of you will help transform

My mood from dark to light; and help me through

I thank you, Yours sincerely, your friend Naum

Naum Tered

May 16