Best Bits Poems
adorning apricot
stardust silently
enveloped
turbulent waves,
gingerly dappling
each ingrained
bit of sea glass
whence the tides
were stilled,
'til they ebbed
'tween streams
of serene
spring waters,
rushing sky castles
outer banks in
cascades of
tranquil
awed hushes
overflowing
midst
surrendered
fantasies
night market! a juggle of flavors
succulent and citrusy with
pears pumpkins peaches inflamed
and clothed in sweetened rinds like
watercolors of tangerine and mauve...
stems dipped in waters of tender sun
flesh touching flesh,
nectar glazing bronze on squirts turned into nectar,
into savory brine... then to wiggle
upon a harvest filling
quilted baskets sucked and chewed: beaded
globules, bulbs rippling in own honeyed pools,
tangy fruitage which bears the ripest of ovules
lacing the tongue ambrosial. tangy...
and ladies like rush home with flushed romance
in their heads
with piles of delicacies bending swirling
on their ample chests
to taste the liquid radiant syrup
of eve's craving for a night lovers' feast.
For Debbie Guzzi's Just A Little Bit Of Sugar
2/22/2017
We were told that AI would soon take over
Can you hear the machines humming
There's no need to run for cover
Its digital heartbeat will be numbing
We are attached to the AI umbilical cord
It's our life support, our wifi pulse
As its motherboards hum on in accord
Its circuit boards are our impulse
Our fate is in its algorithms
We have lost the will to stop it
We are bit players in its movie
As it takes over bit by bit
If we should lose our jobs tomorrow
It will be AI that has taken it
It's programmed to cause both joy and sorrow
As it trolls us with its bytes and bits
Shadows now quiver
Leafy designs on grass
As sated leaves rustle
On a tall red maple
When fleeting rain’s gone.
Striped in brown
A lone sparrow hops
From branch to branch
In purposeful dance.
Not a cloud is found
In vibrant sky above
As horizon dreams
Visions of sundown.
Sun rays scatter
Through drops of water
On blossoms of flowers
Refracting light
From optical prisms
Gleaming gemstones
As warm air breezes
Petrichor emotions.
Suddenly a chatter
Lifts up insects
And lands in the nest
Full of young ones,
Feeding beak to beak
Tender bits of love.
April 21, 2020
Placed 2nd: Strand Pick B contest by Brian Strand
Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook Self!
All the shiny bots N pieces I've manicured just for you?
Why, they're just a miniscule reflection
An endless mirror,
scattered pixellated gems--
An electronic finger pointing back at Me.
The manicured, curated Me I've
divvied up for you to see, Yes--
but Nonetheless, you didn't protest;
Or did Thou?
My youth is a puzzle, missing bits and pieces,
fragmented memories of family.
Piecemeal, faded
recollections.
I recall some brief moments spent in happiness,
and yet, a veil of fear shadows the rest.
I don't remember any suppressed stuff,
those blank gaps mark my memories as incomplete.
Can time complete a puzzle with
a jumble of missing pieces?
Dad lost pieces;
fighting a war.
wounds tear all time
***
time heels like a good dog
or it bites
***
time passed
is
fertilizer
chisel to mortar
little bits of me exposed
annihilation
ashes to ashes
cinders of love still remain
inside life's refrain
a perfect snowflake
cooling the surrounding air
evaporation
lost in timelessness
Harnassing power of stars
illumination
Little bits and pieces of what was once complete and whole
Broken shards of a crystal vase, each one sliced into my soul
A single red rose he offered, to ease my sorrow and my fears
petals withered and fell, along with my woeful desolate tears
Broken vase, wounded soul, withered rose; love took its toll
________________________________________________
{February 23, 2016 ~ Fragments Contest by Broken Wings}
They are scattered around. Everywhere.
Don't try to gather them. Let them stay.
The pieces of my heart. Scattered, uncared.
I have traveled a million miles. Too many places.
I have been in love. And seen too many faces.
Everytime, I find a home, I know I need to leave
And my heart breaks into a million pieces.
And those pieces are left behind,
In those places that I have walked,
With those moments, where I laughed with you.
And with those strangers I fell in love with.
And I wonder how amazing it would be,
If each of those pieces could experience and absorb life
In its sweetness and rage, in its bitterness and pain
With each of you, who I met and left, on this road!
If each could tell me, how you've been doing
How the sea shore looks like on the other side of the world
How the city, the road I walked, feels like now that it's raining?
Bits and pieces of my heart
Stay scattered around, uncared
Stay with each of you
While you move on.
A question arises are they plucked from the breast of anothers heart Like winnowing the best but truth they shucked Pieces of some ones love broken apart One by one here a bit there a bit Is there anything sacred to a pagan thief Rearranging anothers love to their benefit Not an original sin at all to say the least the subtil changing of what God did say God without changing His word the meaning Do ye not know God still speaks today Men's promises from captivity while they are gleaning Oh why oh why do men try to breach the written The truth they hold and withhold unrighteously Thy word is forever settled in heaven for those that listen
The young man was just half awake
when his ticket was shred by mistake
the guaranteed winner
came out looking thinner
hope the crazy glue sticks for his sake.
Anonymously
sharing insecurities
via bits and bytes.
BITS
The world we have today is built upon
what no one in our time has ever seen
much like the faith some think is nearly gone;
it make's the world go round, just like it's been,
it's in a time of neither night nor day
the very basis of simplicity
it's on or off, there is no other way,
it's black or white, there are no shades to see;
it's something or it's nothing, naught or one,
and lives in it's own time, of cyberspace;
the distance in between what's dead and gone
and what we're coming to, the hyper-race.
There are no limits to what we will be
until they're all turned off, and then we'll see.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
The chant of purity
The cleansing my soul
The freeing my heart
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
I light a candle for an offering
And bow my head in prayer
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
I strike another match
Light the stick of incense in my hand
And take one deep breath
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Most often though I prefer to burn some sage
And imitate my native ancestors
By cleansing body heart and soul
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
Life is at its utmost best
When I close my eyes and hover
Midway between heaven and earth
Leaving behind a mundane world
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
The final words I want to utter
As life departs my lips
AP: 1st place 2025, 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 23, 2020 for contest A POEM HONORING SPIRITUALITY sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST