To Perchance, Program a Poem?

I write codes
Ranks of line upon line
Halting indentations
Dictate every march of the machines
Halting problem not solved.

Stiffly syntaxed phalanxes finger forth
Tumid tenses tumbling tediously
And my fingers dive from key to key
As soldiers diving among the trenches
As taking cover from burning bugs.

I write poems
Bars of life upon life
Graceful incantations
Met'ring every world of the 'Verse
Till the last word is Donne.

Whispery worlds of wisdom's weft
Silky senses striding swiftly
And my fingers dance from stars to Mars
As children dancing with the Deity
As taking delight in heavenly lights.