Modern Communication (poem) by Peter J Benson on AuthorsDen

· Become a Fan
· Contact me
· Books
· Articles
· Poetry
· News
· Stories
· Blog

· 69 Titles
· 722 Reviews
· Save to My Library
· Share with a friend
· Add to Favorites
· Member Since: Jul, 2001

Bookmarks

Add this page to
your Bookmarks List

Peter J Benson, click here to update
your web pages on AuthorsDen.com.

Featured Book
Now Or Never by Anthony (Tony) Sharp

This is my 4th book. It is a Political Fantasy involving President Obama, Prince Charles and Lewis Hamilton attempting to solve the religious problems of the world...

BookAds by Silver
Gold and Platinum Members

   - eBooks
   - Marketplace
   - FaceBook

Popular
Poetry (Humor)


1.	If I Could Be A Super Hero


2.	Hair in my Dentures


3.	The Atheist�s Non Prayer to Nobody


4.	Like His Mother Used To Do


5.	Knowing Jack


6.	Redneck Valentine


7.	BISCUITS


8.	Encounter


9.	an adventurous reinterpretation of mid-lif


10.	Ear mites,


11.	Don�t Mourn the US Post Office�s Demise


12.	Good Intentions


13.	Patience of a dog


14.	Google Ads


15.	Oh to be a klan member, neo-nazi, skinhead

Recent poems by Peter J Benson
•  Iraq Fathers
•  Job's Legacy
•  I Will SIng
•  Almost Home
•  Beside the Bed
•  Fenceposts
•  Surviving
•  It Never Stops
•  Scrapbook
•  Thanksgiving
•  Remembering Tomorrow
•  Red Maple
•  Weary
•  Christmas Lists
           >> View all 65

Modern Communication by Peter J Benson Wednesday, September 01, 2004 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan A screed from frustration in not being able to contact my wife despite all modern methods. The numbers relate to my cel phone
HOw Do I Reach Thee" With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning. How do I reach thee? let me count the ways. From button 1? To desk That, never manned, eternal message says "Leave a message!" From button 2? To home Wall mount that glares unaswered and accusing At me. From button 3? A vain hope!! Uncompromising in it's availability To my hand. A lost artifact yearning for the slim feel Of your fingers.. So keyboard it is. Soulless disseminator of fact. But how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...

Want to review or comment on this poem?
Click here to login!

Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Click here for your Membership!


Reviewed by Cynth'ya cynthyaspeaks@gmail.com	6/24/2005

Sometimes in our complex world of language, a grunt, a cry, a laugh and a sneeze will never change. Thank God. blessin's Peter, cynth'ya lewis reed