Best Accidental Poems
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.
hopelessness despair rage at myself
my own doing
my fault I am here
raging fires
inferno
uncomfortable
hopelessness personified
my eyes close
i do not need to see more
i know what has happened
i despair at my accidental death
i never meant to end up here.
never thought this could happen to me.
heard the flapping of wings
Fly, the dove said,
you do not belong here,
and my faith set me free,
The accidental sea
See how it washes over me.
How the waves struggle against the shore.
Leaving the sea far behind in its wake
The clouds are beckoning them ashore.
The moon pushes them on even further
What secret knowledge holds it in place?
Kiss by kiss you uncover its secret
As we then partake in carnal knowledge.
She glides over him like a butterfly on its first wings.
The accidental sea.
See how it washes over me.
How the waves snuggle against the shore.
Leaving the sea far behind in its wake
The clouds are beckoning them ashore.
The moon pushes them on even further.
What secret knowledge holds it in place?
Kiss by kiss you uncover its secret.
As we then partake in carnal knowledge.
She glides over him like a butterfly.
As the moon watches over them from her perch.
Watch how the waves snuggle against the shore.
For dark are the secrets we keep.
I want to know which version sounds better. 1 or 2. OR, Should I combine them? I wrote them Wednesday night 3 / 4/ 2015
Should I be frightened
of what's on the next page?
Perhaps in some strange way
what is revealed can be controlled?
Am I afraid of the future?
Do pieces point dismal disaster?
Can kind conditions be conjured?
A powerful form of writing
That creates what is written!
These sentences betray my fear.
What if I accidentally write myself out?
Have you ever heard of a poet
killed in the line of duty?
Accidental Love
Love is a fickle thing
That is caught easily
And hearts may sing
Their beats not going slowly
Young love is especially special
In which there is the most attention
And if apart, it may seem fatal
And learn they are together in this transformation
Love also leads to loss of innocence
And a much better mood
More togetherness and more romance
That leads to the loss of childhood
One bad decision to just go on
Leads to another’s life being gone
Written on December 9, 2019
Accidental Love Poem
At first sight
your clothes fit you
almost too well
Did I see your eyes
turn my way?
Maybe I want a nice girl
Are you out of my league?
Can I penetrate your intrigue?
So please walk by again
Although it would look good
if I’m not talking to you like this tonight
Because I’m as good as lost
when you are nearby
Forgetful when it comes to my pocket jeans,
especially when its time to get cleaned,
chewing gum and phone,
after the wash I moan,
at times even laundering the green.
12-21-16
she's laughing again
I wasn't even funny
just a bit wasted
Accidental Artist
Paint spill canvas start
Accidents sometimes just work
My unpainted art...
bmdavey@
02/24/16
Standing there, with a big frown on my face I thought they said, horseshoes meant good luck
Ours is not a friendship sired by accident.
and though the misplaced days
I enumerated as grains of sand,
Apart, we both were as sonar blips without detection,
But then from a heart's depth,
A letter, a call, an e-mail, a visit;
we were no longer as candles, detached, in low flame,
Time and circumstance had been abridged.
Our friendship, once again, has become a game
having no rules and without rhyme or reason;
Because a time of absent desire had turned to willingness,
A misplaced friendship was granted new life;
and because one besought,
Through God's Grace the love that exists between two families
was born.
We Love you S & R
I took an unexpected trip to Accidental city,
bruised ribs, torn ligaments, a state most
would pity..
Yesterday I experienced a trip and a fall on
uneven asphalt outside a local mall..
There weren't any witnesses to observe
my little feat.
I focused on getting back up and safely
from the street.
My left hip's been iffy for quite awhile so
I pulled myself up in a downward dog style..
If it were only a few bruises I would just
say tsk tsk but once up I realized my pelvis
I had twist..
After reporting it to security I went directly home.
A night with heat and arnica and several mournful moans..
I could bear weight on my right leg so I hobbled thru the day,
until I discovered if I walk my left foot side ways, it keeps the pain at bay..
The author of this poem is still hobbling and hurting so
would some one out there kindly get up and close my curtain?
Here's how I became a patriot
19
Cruisin the mall
got money cuz I got checks
poster woman proud, tall
Dressed out in Blues
(I would look so cute in that)
and I was seduced
So now I'm in the NAVY
flyin on a jet plane
college was so boring
I never attended anyway
They threw me a party
at the bar down the road
I played Nintendo with a stripper
bored with what he showed
(Bootcamp: within moments of my arrival)
the bourbon and buzz wore off
crazy people screaming in my face
clearly, they don't understand
I volunteered and they are out of place
I bring this to their attention
and that was when I learned
how to do a pushup
and that respect is earned
and earned
and earned
Let me tell ya, my eyes were OPENED
I cried for mama at nite
but I wasn't alone
and that's what you need in a fight
(not to be alone)
Broke my foot, kept runnin
my girls wouldn't let me stop
tangled with my "commander"
she put head in toilet
(I know that doesn't rhyme, but that's what happened)
I'm the chick that made eyeliner out of shoe polish
I'm the chick from Arkansas
I'm the chick that launched F-14s
the Greatest bird of all
So I am, sorta by accident, a Patriot
Kimberly Whitaker Holmes, Petty Officer 3rd Class
Miramar Naval Air Station
San Diego, USA
1985 - 1989
"humble prayers to my folks in uniform, out there doin the things I didn't have to
do. I don't know how to thank you...." Whit
Accidental Words
Whispers I should not have heard.
Things "said"
that have gone way wrong.
It was just a party.
It began with, "I don't want to go..."
and ended with, "I am sorry I went..."
Christmas Gala at work,
New Years Cheer looming,
where people need to get along.
My ears, my terrible ears.
Giving me everything...
and nothing of value.
"They" will not stop...
I wish they would quit
screaming...
so loud.
Listening,
at the water cooler,
attending at the bar,
open far too long...
for most that attend.
The bathroom,
the stalls,
the walls...
thin like paper.
Someone is cheating,
someone will soon,
someone has already made the rounds.
Someone is leaving,
someone is being hired,
while you, me, we, will be let go...
after the show,
tomorrow.
Hoping for a bonus,
ending up with no job at all.
What in the world happened,
you might ask...?
A tie,
a label,
a drink
a smoke
two people,
that should never have met,
got married,
battled,
lied,
and deceived
each other,
into believing...
a single moment dressed up in fineness',
does not replace the reality of every hidden fact,
be who you are,
and no one will ever regret,
having heard the truth,
about you.