Love is Chaos

(It’s relative, generally speaking)

The angle of incidence – the collision
The angle of reflection— the realization
Burned by the egregious refraction
Of searching eyes

What is the (anti) matter

Stretched between magnetic fields
Of Reason and Desire
How will the equation balance—
One side must invariably be solved

A centripetal force inveigling —
Explain entropic delusions
and test assumptions of reality.

—by Prasanta

Poem submitted as part of  community poetry prompts at

Poems about IT: Number 2

Broken Controls

existing firewall rules
are ineffective to prevent

distributed denial-of-service attack
is launched,
flooding the heart –
causing malfunction,
disconnecting communication channel
with the brain

the heart left open,
love virus gets to work
spreading new sensations
which take deep roots,
taking over controls
in a matter of minutes

by the time
incident report is lodged
and root cause analysis
the heart’s assets
have been sieged, and the brain
no longer

In computing, a firewall is a network security system that monitors and controls the incoming and ongoing network traffic based on pre-detemined access security rules.
Distributed denial-of-service attack is an attempt to make a machine unavailable to its intended users, e.g. by “flooding” the bandwidth or resources of a targeted system, eventually causing the system to crash. 

Poem by Anna at


The Computation by John Donne

For the first twenty years since yesterday
I scarce believed thou couldst be gone away;
For forty more I fed on favors past,
And forty on hopes that thou wouldst they might last.
Tears drowned one hundred, and sighs blew out two,
A thousand, I did neither think nor do,
Or not divide, all being one thought of you,
Or in a thousand more forgot that too.
Yet call not this long life, but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal. Can ghosts die?


John Donne is one of the great poets. Who can resist sharing one of his poems?

Love Is a Lot Like Physics

Love is a lot
like physics:
it takes study

to understand
how masses —
yours, his —

attract; how his body
heat conducts and
your heart rate

accelerates before
either has had time
to evaluate impact.

You think you
understand velocity,
assume his speed

at takeoff matches
yours. You fail to
account for force

or Newton’s third
law of motion.
The outcome of that

one wrong electrical charge
leaves all the circuits
broken. You begin to

oscillate, fall from orbit,
finally calculate the variables
of just so much hot air.

— Maureen Doallas, author of Neruda’s Memoirs

Poem submitted as part of  community poetry prompts at


A poem that uses mathematics to its own end….

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I drift across the galaxy
seriously slowly

sometimes I am geometry
other times algebraic
formulae or
numerical code

sinking into shape as
gravity decides me

I aim for you who
are my
solution fleshed

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