Constraints constraints
constraints constraints!
what rhyme, what verse
stifled by constrains

constrains constrains
trapped in vain
senses unique
inmate of the brain

constrains constrains
language ahead
n'es pas the same
a word in sonnet

constrains constrains
meaning contextual
like different brushes
and children asked
to paint and read and savor the same

constrains constrains!
crafting meaning with a blunt chisel
to a myopic audience
directing an orchestra
of uncoordinated players
of different songs
with different sheets
to an audience
deaf in the ears
but wanting of purpose

ah careless constrains!
is not enough handicap
that we hamper common sense
and yet still to make it difficult
we clamp verse, with form chains
forged,
with links of style

to break free of constrains
what a joy, what a gift
not as easy, it seems
trapped by history,
rinse and repeat

Plato's cave and understanding the same
if there were no seeing no smelling no hearing
would the cave be so different
is there any difference between abyss and not exisiting

what would it take
to break constrains, to bring poetry
to tear down and reshape

In a world of the electron
of fast zippity neutrons
is time to yet again,
raise the hammer of innovation
like a scholastic schooled MBA
better yet, awaken Shiva the transformer
and destroy convention
annihilate description
bury constrains

LOL! <3 and marriage
:) :) :) :|
but then :~(
because >:(
am I not just changing chains?

and then again what :)
look at these rosy chains,
made with 140 bytes
in unicode design

pretty constrain,
I'll take you again
try out the challenge
and see you in the
new poet's heaven (or hell) XD

But wait there's more!
I'm here first! (or so I say anyways)
I claim the right of christening :O
like a registered Domain Name
there was cyberspace, cyberpunk
and yet too much metaverse,
a cryptonomicon, with steampunk
and wapanese art and form

but this poy-em style
at first pass
is not classical nor contemporary
neither modern nor avant garde

how about if we called
by its name in passing
as the land of the
digital, perverse and electronic
on which words are painted with phosporous
and read with backlights
you are not printing this right?

in honor of social networks
and the reach of network packets
and its spamming emails
the availability of knowledge
I call you the era
of keyed poetry.

What a ring, what a word!
the modernist, the classicals,
and now the Keyed, because we type
and we don't write,
because we form, but we don't draw
and we convey and understand :O
and LOL and :~(

brought about by keys, keyboards, keyboarding
to the city, country, world
in a borderless nation
of the electron

Ah, my, look at my new constrains
aren't they pretty LOL!
ROFL!