Best Bionic Poems
In a world where hearts ignore compassionate cries.
Acts of kindness become rare, so empathy dies.
As human nature loses the skill to listen,
his mission is to help every smile to glisten.
He needs no theme song to introduce his name,
nor has a desire to reach Hollywood fame.
No x-ray vision nor bionic power,
he can't read minds nor move the Eiffel tower.
His tongue is an olive branch forming peaceful words,
most beautiful soul whose heart can conquer swords.
When sorrow calls and heartache leaves the mind in knots,
his sincere voice will calm those tormented thoughts.
The tenderness of his fingertips will soothe dark scars,
as the heart heals, it will illuminate like stars.
He sees no difference between a dove or pigeon,
his humble heart spreads love like a religion.
He is not the sandman, but he can help bring dreams,
he has no halo, but his love flows like streams.
His life is like a cherry blossom bud full of grace,
a butterfly who doesn't belong in this place.
In his quest he sacrifices his own pain,
aware his emotions are like sandcastles in rain.
He knows death awaits, but his empathy bleeds,
continuing to inspire, ignoring his own needs.
The Silent One
18 November 2017
Example for HERO contest
Categories:
bionic, inspiration, love,
Form:
Rhyme
A keyboard was on a typewriter or piano
Spankings were approved of, rarely condemned
Clothing was 'gay' --- brightly colored
They rolled up the sidewalks at 10 p.m.
We said 'heck' for 'hell' and 'darn' for 'damn'
Teachers were respected, never disparaged
Left-handed kids were forced to be righties
Death, not divorce, dissolved most marriages
A click usually meant a torn meniscus
Folks shopped in windows and stores
Cash was king; credit, irresponsible
TV dinners, unanimously deplored
Marathons had fewer than 100 entrants
Devices were mechanical, not electronic
Nobody I knew took showers, just baths
'Human' meant 100% being, not bionic
Everything written above is true
I swear that it is, doggone it!
Categories:
bionic, nostalgia, remember, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die. Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper? Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend?
And be rewarded for my rage time and time again.
Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where
I choose.
I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds. Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED. I'm not delusional. If only please.
I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease
NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines. All who volunteer to follow fall behind,
And on my lead. All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION, BRED TO SUCCEED.
I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff
Bionic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family.
But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG. We APPROACHED the enemy
Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting.
These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army. All who volunteer to follow fall in line. .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE.
NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise.
JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost.
I'm a SOLDIER BLACK STALLION BRED TO SUCCEED.
Categories:
bionic, anger, angst, blue, death,
Form:
Alliteration
My long-winding EcoTherapist began:
Dialectic Behavioral Therapy sees Stimulus/Response
both forward and backward in time,
to look for thoughts and feeling tipping points
toward more harmonic confluence,
resonant and requisite proportional behaviors
and imaginings
of what may be justly and non-violently discerned
for future reference.
Meanwhile,
Compassion Therapy looks within these same S/R behavioral events,
reconnecting "SuperEgo" role as eco-logical teacher,
to evolve and mentor our mutual invite cause,
to respond with equivalently effective compassion,
react with mindfulness of each Ego's holonic
cooperative
and ubiquitously coincidental Prime Relationship
with EcoTao-centered Reason, Intent, Wisdom,
word choice,
feeling,
optimally receiving LeftBrain's Natural Logic deductive principles
of Right-At-Home compassionate ecotherapeutic empathic/inductive
co-arising/co-gravitational orthopraxis.
Between collective manically competitive hysteria
and suicidal absorption toward depressive self-intent
Lies Tao's Wisdom Midway,
bicamerally balancing between
schizophrenic bipolar reiterative-compulsive self-absorption
with "Other"
into the godhead of Universal Intelligence,
and paranoid messages from Evil
that "Ego" is at grave risk
of both short- and long-term economic
and bi-0-logical bionic extinction,
in one paranoid mythic form or another.
Between these way-too-polypathic extremes
lies polyculturing compassion
for human natural systems
both within--YangEgo,
and without--YinEco.
Fair trade cost for ecotherapeutic outcomes
is the ecojustice we redemptively invest
give-forward, fore-give
within ourselves,
each Other,
and Solar Systemic Earth's regenerate destiny,
as teacher,
mutual listener,
and Beloved EcoPresence,
iconized in sacred DNA/RNA regenerative-Tao
4D revolving RealTime rich resonant
full-octave as double-gravitational wu-wei
MidWay balanced Tipping Point
bio-geo-ecosystemetric regenerative therapy
v. degenerative pathology
health and safety permacultural language,
or at least syntaxed ecological restraints
on the dipolar dynamic function of bicameral appositional
Win-LeftEgo = NotNot Lose-RightEco.
Categories:
bionic, destiny, earth, nature, psychological,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
My love, have you finally found?
That my steps don't even touch the ground?
My head's always wrapped in fog,
And I'm caught singing to the dog?
It's all because you thrill me.
I chase you around with a crazy hunger,
And in some way feel decades younger,
I sleep smiling big, ear to ear,
My stories are all bouncing with cheer,
Yes, my dear, you thrill me.
You always seem to have on hand,
A seamless, perfect, fail-proof plan,
To launch me past the fat, full moon,
While keeping us in perfect tune,
With just one look, you thrill me.
Just when I regroup my head,
You throw me up onto our bed,
Each move you make so spot on right,
I'm higher than the highest kite,
I'm thrilled, simply thrilled.
I try, oh God you know I do,
To realize that you're mortal too,
But there is simply no disguise,
When you seduce me with those sexy eyes,
You are not from this earth. Not you.
What is this magic that you wield?
No need for any sword or shield,
Your lightning rod and bionic tongue,
Have got me completely good and spun,
Just flat thrilled. Yeah thrilled.
It's not just that hard, delicious bod,
It's not your attitude or your cocky nod,
It's you knowing you've got me wrapped,
I'm helpless, my powers completely zapped,
But mostly I'm just flat out thrilled.
It's not just the fire that you have begun,
It's the intelligent challenge, all the fun,
Of tangling with my male counterpart,
Being wrapped up in your loving heart,
That always seems to thrills me.
What must it be like to really know,
That someone you love adores you so,
That just your energy in my space,
Is enough to light up my whole face?
Plain thrilled.
Your essence is such pure, straight dope,
You charge me up, you give me hope,
Each day I wake up wrapped in you,
Is enough to ensure I'll soar on through,
Because my love, I'm thrilled with you.
Someday when you snarly expire,
And there comes an end to all your fire,
My world will stop spinning and stand still,
And I'll scream out for my ultimate thrill,
For nothing does it for me like you.
On your headstone it will say,
For all to read as plain as day,
The message that for sure must be,
Written down for all to see, simply,
"HE THRILLED ME!"
Categories:
bionic, devotion, emotions, funny love,
Form:
Lyric
Don’t have a Mjölnir hammer
Like the mighty Thor
And I’m not bionic
Can’t break down a door
Can’t fly around the world
Like a superman
And couldn’t move to fast
Like the flash can
I’m not the human touch
Like the fantastic four
And can’t glide thru the air
Like the silver surfer
I am not a man of steel
And up a wall I cannot go
But every time she smiles at me
I feel like a super hero
I’m not the amazing Spiderman
That can swing on a pole
And always leave the bad guys
In a web for the cops to hold
And am not the incredible hulk
Who is really a nice guy?
But if you get him angry
And he will make you cry
I am not like batman and robin
I don't have a bat cave
Bruce Wayne is a billionaire
all I got is just $20 save
And I’m not captain America
With his a Adimantium shield
But when she smiles at me
So much power I can feel
and she is not wonder woman
but she's courageous and bold
strong sweet and sensitive
So very daring with a magical soul
And I don’t know the avengers
Never met the wolverine
But I know when she smile
She is the most beautiful girl i ever seen
Categories:
bionic, love, romance, romantic,
Form:
Light Verse
When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.
These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within each Eternal Prime CoArising Moment,
at least potentially, with implications, enthymematic,
as Yang+Yin Incarnating-Form = Polynomial+Not-Not-Binomial In/Out-Formation.
Summing and adding,
proportioning and Golden Ruling,
Natural Lawing and Ordering all these universal Tao variables,
Zero-Balancing Life-Fractal Prime Relationship
and Economically Deep Ecological TransIssual TransActions,
regenerate full ++/(-)(-) naturally dialectic fractals
of harmonic trust restoring justice,
Prime Principle of Universal Life/Death systemic apposition
through (-)(-) double-binding,
double-negative bicamerally balancing hemispheres
noticing RNA's Dark Logos Soul;
PreGenesis of Tao.
This Form of Great Chi-Atman Explication (Bohm),
Incarnation
Primally follows from our regenerative speciating path of evolution;
Tao.
SpaceTime languaged as Tao,
Great Harmonic Way,
evolves elusively, evasively,
ubiquitously, coincidentally,
Yet latent (Implicate--D Bohm) within are objects
subjects of dense ergodic Energy, ionically balancing bionic,
co-intelligent in-formating,
Dark and dim,
blinding Primal Vortex,
implied, implicating, Synergy-Love Order,
Latent with life-force,
regenerational (0)-sum systemic.
Life-force being very true,
positive as double-negative,
rational numeric,
just systemic,
Laytext evidence,
content-ing Golden Rule riches within
this (0)-soul Theorem's (G. Perelman)
human natured deductive dipolar Proof.
From the days of old till now
Taos' Logos for manifest Forms,
Beloved Green Commons enculturing,
has never ceased formating,
permaculturing,
By which we may view this Progeneration of Universal Intelligence (Fuller).
How do I know the shape of DNA,
double-bound smooth-structured elliptical Co-Memory?
Through Polyculturing Natural Systemic
Ecological
and Economic Optimization Function!
Categories:
bionic, culture, education, math, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
NOSTALGIA: 70s
REMEMBER...
BOBBY SHORT originally sung the "CHARLIE" Commercial, that was one of my FAVORITES...
(Kind Of Young, Kind of Now...Charlie!
Kind Of FREE, Kind of WOW!!! CHARLIE!)
I also and still love the WINDSONG jingle...(Windsong STAYS On My Mind!) All The Time*, And I'll BUST OUT SINGING that 70s Version, in Gleeful Immersion...Never Thought I'd HEAR that again...and then came: YOUTUBE! Grooving Back In Time...
That PURITY makes my Heart Tingle*...STILL!
REMEMBER...
FREDDIE PRINZE! "CHICO AND THE MAN" OMG! Man, the CRUSH I HAD!!!! Talk about a SMILE, CHARISMA and COMEDIC TIMING, HE WAS A PRINCE IN MY MIND!!!! I Just LOVED How HE EXUDED! And The GUESTS...
JOSÈ FELICIANO and SAMMY DAVIS JR.,
THEME SONG TRIBUTES, EMOTION WISE:
PURE GOLD*****
REMEMBER...
"NIGHT GALLERY"...(Debuted in 1969)
A Year After the First* Year of MY LIFE...SMILE*
I Remember ROD SERLING~
(WHAT A VOICE...WHAT AN UNDERSTATEMENT!)
Those IMAGES* Were INCREDIBLE! UNFORGETTABLE! NOTHING...
FELT MORE DISTURBING* THAN SEEING THE OPENING CREDITS! UNNERVING! "TWILIGHT ZONE" BECAME MY PREFERRED WELL-KNOWN! NOW THAT I'M GROWN;
I APPRECIATE THE REMARKABLE SCI-FI SHOWN...BECAUSE I WAS B L O W N AWAY! HAUNTED, DAUNTED '"TIL THIS DAY!!!"
THE 70s...THESE ARE A FEW OF MY COUNTLESS MEMORIES...MARVELING* FROM MY YOUNGER ME!!!
I SURELY LOVE 1970 AND EVERYTHING* IN THAT DELIGHTFUL DECADE...
E S P E C I A L L Y,
ALL THAT INTRODUCTION TO MY CHILDHOOD NOSTALGIA!
"NOTHING BLAND" AND...
AS A KID, IT DEFINITELY *WOWED* YA!
"DO YOU REMEMBER BABY...
DO YOU REMEMBER THE TIMES OF YOUR LIFE?"
*A NOD* :-)
SUNG BY PAUL ANKA, A 70s CLASSIC.
ON TV LAND, PRESENTS THIS 70s BRAND:
"BIONIC WOMAN"
OH YEAH!!!! :-) MY YOUTH"FULL" MEMORIES...
I'LL ALWAYS* REMEMBER~~~~~
"GOOD NIGHT :-) JOHN BOY!"
©Renee Denise Gross {GHPPR} 01/18/2018
Categories:
bionic, appreciation, dedication, emotions, inspiration,
Form:
Free verse
I wish I had bionic eyes
Or binoculars so I could espy
My blond in the shower
Viewing her passionate flower
With long arms I'd gladly dry
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-2.php
Categories:
bionic, funny
Form:
Limerick
Late night, suffering through another moody late night
the topic on my mind tonight, irrelevant but appropriate
originating in the contents of a song because of this Yellowcard
I'm feeling another sure thing falling and as those lyrics graced my ears
burying the cryptic meaning I once thought into a different perspective
Why...why...oh, why
why on these nights do I let music change, change me
turn me back to neutral, reflecting on my previous activities
reflecting about myself, the hero I've built myself up to be
Now I'm up late writing hooks
to describe all of these sorrow filled looks
I endure and take in; the ones I pin
All of these books, I've read about heroes and crooks
and to my wonderment now, I'm trying to find out how...
how...myself...am I, am I a crook
I forbid it, I deny it, I regret it if I went that route
I'm dead set on being a hero
a modern day Spiderman just without the web
a modern day Ironman just without the bionic suit
save as many people as I possibly can
whether they need a shoulder to cry on, advice for a personal problem
some entertainment, a cure for boredom, a lullaby
anything, anything they could possibly need
just try and lend a helping hand, do the best I can
free of charge, nothing in return
Please don't tell me I'm something less
please don't tell me I'm something else
Even though I feel like a cheater, crook, criminal
I still strive to be a hero: tall, golden, significant
but I'm still falling behind on the simplest tasks
it's like I'm in a steel wake behind an electric fence
My thoughts have painted that calculated portrait
A hero
I know I belong in the image, in the scenary
in the cold, calming effect of an eclipsing stone statue
in honor of me
the trophy room filled with my accomplishments
but for now, I'm satisfied with being a zero
full of anger, of love, of fight, no hate
an ambush of failure circulating my aura
Crook; I've tried not to become one
not to succumb, not to be undone
a martyr to myself
an image to excel, an image of inspiration
an obstacle to overcome
Life...life is the obstacle to overcome
Categories:
bionic, life, perspective, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
what
A multitude of dishes is just not a sanctuary of fishes. Ok? Did you hear the trinkling of the water omitting from the tap? Gaps are small and small is smell and smell is stagnantly sipping stoic spit. Judge not a golden orb of a heifer. Especially not when placed with great dignity on a platter. An apple achieving across-the-board according to acrobatic acronyms is very wise especially when dressed in a sun hat and a pair of shorts. But sailing pears can pair with the wind and this would surely exact much chaotic waving weaves for the tiny little wading jelly fish whose waters are at risk of great corrosion. Explode that then! I think not. Battle no burger bombing belly. Big bull. Bionic bacon brawl. And a trawler filled to the brim with ice cream is weaving it's way underground watched by the kilometre wide whale. Xenophobia of a hexagon should shut all the windows and not speak to kettles. And the fortification of a French Fri. Is neither akin to a brain washing line, a string skirt, a lute or a playlist of random energies. During a download one must eat copius amounts of sage, onion and lettuce casseroles with a nice pleasant dessert of melon served on a bed of floaty cream. Just watch that it does not float out of the window or it could be confused as an unidentified frying object. Flying you say? No that is merely a ground level rising to meet an upper arm akin to a wardrobe tackling the clothes in a wrestling match. Dumb no dim dinner and during dogma derive decisions. Ok then. Good. Ample is fantastic. But hundreds and thousands dancing on a little one centimetre cake is just not wise, clever nor pleasurable really so always wear a pair of spectacles to a game of rugby and play with arms and legs holding a seven foot spoon who is smiling at the antics. How quite articulate of the appearing ant then. Earthworm glow-worm flying worm speaking worm. And a large fathomable waltzing waters snake. Hahaha now pick up a dish and dance around the ten acre kitchen. Hahahaha ladle leaving. Xxxx serving a dollup of tea with sugar and lemon. Xxxxx combustibles z that was the p Y q reporting from the road on the road around the road and on nineteen lanes eighty three beaches ten forests and a ten centimetre pond. 89.0 radio p. Z z z z z applet z
Categories:
bionic, beauty, birthday, blessing,
Form:
Down the road at 45 per hour
to the recycle center.
Just minding my own business.
When here comes a car
across the line in that 55 zone
STRAIGHT AT ME !!!!!!
Some idiot thumb stomping a cell phone!
Oh, don’t get me wrong.
I’m amazed at the prowess
of some of these hi tech gurus.
It’s like their finger has gone to Harvard.
Or maybe it’s a computer fed
bionic extension of the mind.
Or better yet
it has a mind of its own.
Maybe it’s a transmorphagration
of a mini me finger
that is the driving force
for that idiot doing the finger stomping.
Maybe the finger is the real him.
Well, he wont be doing that for a while.
When we both had spun out
and come to a grinding halt
in the same ditch bank.
I got out of my car
amidst all his cussing
and adjusted his attitude and
changed his cussing to caterwauling.
He made a sad mistake
by poking that marvel in my face
and saying just enough impolite things
that I grabbed that finger and bent it back double
fully expecting it to poof and fizzle
a little drizzle of smoke
like it shorted or something.
It just snapped.
It didn’t even crackle and pop.
It just snapped.
And that was the end of that.
© Jul 2011 Charles Henderson
Categories:
bionic, funnyme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Back in the submarine's love,
Where colorful fishes are singing,
Mr.Sea telling his incredible treasure,
What a bionic love could bring.
The sun in the morn' keep on laughing,
Bringing the joyous tale of life,
Brother Moon gently moving like whispering,
To ensure the night are safe from bite.
Back in the submarine's love,
Where bubbles and peppers are not foe,
Clarity of clouds fill with waterlily dove,
That's where the place I call home...
Categories:
bionic, growing up, happiness,
Form:
Free verse
It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such a word and such a word is neither an acute angle or a plastic xylophone. Booming bionic bulls bringing bacon backgrounds. An acute angle is not a cute horsefly. And an obtuse angle is too stubborn. Quite a threshold to compete against especially in strong winds but then elephants, giraffes, alligators, and snoring boars often cross river pathways. Don't they? Well really a soup and a spoon? Why not use a fork? A fork is very proud of it's prongs and who would prong an atomic carrot on a battalion of hereditary deeds? Surely if a pickled onion can sing a beautiful aria then a galloping gherkin can play bongos in a classical rendition. The plant thought it was a train but in fact it was the serene sound of a pig snoring. Ten loaves of bread, a silky cape, an atomic pistol and a shroud of golden oranges but not in a halo. Ok then. On a beach. Hahahahaha pushing pineapples over a cliff in a stormy teacup is akin to a lemon in a mud bath. Let it not be said that all potatoes are a wandering timeline. And standing as a tree on a motorway is about as hazardous as learning to play golf in a bathroom. And now the trees are waving. Good. Xxxxx incontinence Z z Z Z
Categories:
bionic, animal, baseball, basketball, beautiful,
Form:
Super hero
Don’t have a Mjölnir hammer
Like the mighty Thor
And I’m not bionic
Can’t break down a door
Can’t fly around the world
Like a superman
And couldn’t move to fast
Like the flash can
I’m not the human touch
Like the fantastic four
And can’t glide thru the air
Like the silver surfer
I am not a man of steel
And up a wall I cannot go
But every time she smiles at me
I feel like a super hero
I’m not the amazing Spiderman
That can swing on a pole
And always leave the bad guys
In a web for the cops to hold
And am not the incredible hulk
Who is really a nice guy?
But if you get him angry
And he will make you cry
And I’m not captain America
With his a Adimantium shield
But when she smiles at me
So much power I can feel
She is so enchanting
Smart courageous and bold
And so sweet and sensitive
So very daring with a magical soul
And I don’t know the avengers
Never met the wolverine
But I know when she smile
She is the most beautiful girl i ever seen
Categories:
bionic, devotion, fantasy, romance,
Form:
Light Verse