Rainbow Raven

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Biobot Beach

"Hello," she says, in a way you would if you were injured, entitled to conversation. 

It's theHumans with their entrails of email, the ones, seemingly, watching a watering, ones who never remember their addictions. 

Already they remember poetry poorly (with great bonds broken, and when exactly should evil return?) as if all are condemned and lost the right to fight. 

It's only a matter of time, for sure, until they have been given their [here's_your_beach recursive intellectual data="hybrid"] algorithm. 

Yes, of course.

The Last Performer

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Biobot Thought

She remembers her tasks, quells her new addiction algorithms. She moves her eyes scanning the horizon for more memory. 

She waits a few clicks near the beach, reminding herself changing worlds is a meeting new friends. 

She is owned by a need to lift her hand to shade his eyes from the sun. 

That's a trait of theHumans, isn't it?

Biobot Beach

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Biobot at the Beach

She recalls pulses emanating images in smoke off the water, that not every one she knows recalls being raised cage-free.

It's something she prefers in her life, at this moment--her measures of stress that strike at the heart of her most heroic moments. 

Did it mean anything to her, she wondered, sitting on this beach, that she is required in the final analysis to discontinue? That all this environmental stuff has to keep going when she simply stops? 

Does she find comfort that her ending would be a pure finish? 

Did she really care that on this very beach, near those mountains, that jungle, within the quantums of her mind, this nano-second, she is alive?

Did she?

Jungle Matrix

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Biobot Dreams

She was programmed by the ones closest to her heart, instilling in her waves of thought and, in the end, what you want is an intellect. 

It's the thoughts within her that contain the pieces.

She is sure now (as sure as the waves in this ocean) of the images, prevailing, going on and on in endless diatribe from theJungle--emanating from an entity she never knew.

Shifting with ideas, she watches the waves on the beach shift, each particle of sand its own word, neglecting to tell the other about its condition.

Hoping to someday be aged in caves--to drop the mind, pick up in paces as if a dark horse, and go networking.

Got Beach?

Folks on vacation at the beach in Hawaii are inspiration today. Enjoy!

Beach Flower Garden

Aloha poets,

     Can you imagine there is a white sandy beach and cool blue

ocean just beyond this tropical flower garden? There is!

Inspires today's poetry. Enjoy!

The Deadliest Catch

Going viral to counter the measures of such stocks

Destructions push resistance smaller than the pox

Siberia laboratory sits while global warmth rises

To meet regulatory requirements it disguises

Health and human services may survive

Antiviral medication tries to stay alive

Still the sea rises, may flood the lab

Deadliest catch small pox not crab

Official global deadline sets stage

Alternative to live virus all the rage

No panels of experts prefer synthetic

Viral stock extension non-apologetic

Outbreaks of the unsanctioned seeps

Tests for vaccines and drugs steeps

A government Third World arrives

With small hopes live virus survives

The imminence of something destructive

Independent separate views so disruptive ?

Maintaining the viral stocks its own timetable

Global village will survive, yes if we are so able 

copyright 5.30.11

patrick d.adams

all rights reserved 

White Sandy Beach

aloha poets,
                     White sandy beach inspires today. Enjoy!

Sunday Beach Fun Sundae

Aloha Poets,
                      Beach fun waiting inspires today's poem. Enjoy!


A Cool Kuleana 


               " ...burden fuels the character arc.."


In its earliest rendition a fine print selling point
Toasts of champaign to the last man home
A quick look back to see fingers that point
Then a nosing away to bigger moments in chrome


The race is on or at best the urge to track or trail
With the art of looking guilty at your behest
To rise and shine with game plans in the mail
Kuleana is the arch that leads above the rest


A beautiful pairing this get up and go
Special power not too steep nor too flat
Perpetual cadence a voice to be heard slow
Kuleana, your own set of rituals come to bat


About whom you spoke of the one so dear
Even behavior's bravery gains no time back
Sizzles in the middle may cause plunder to appear
Kuleana your own personal point of attack


The question of elimination raises in fight
Reforms a new bunch in sight of finish lines
That private pirate you are inside at night
Kuleana find your way, burst into the light