Best Blips Poems

How curious, remote, the pain seemed now
As a fly on the ceiling, she looked down
Her body below in a hospital gown

Incessant beeps emitted by machines
With blips and waves on their monitor screens
She tried to cry out; muffled were her screams

No warmth penetrated surgeons’ white masks
“What...

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Life was never meant to be a fairytale
But rather a copulation of incidents
That improves our knowledge base
By creating experiences to learn from

Life is more like a picnic
Good food, entertaining company
A soft blanket, sunshine and a cool breeze
Making a perfectly planned day to enjoy

But with each...

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A fabulous Italian mini-lunar-naut
Traded his mini- spaceship for a cot,
No more moon trips,
No beeps or blips
Relaxation and rest duly sought
Dreams aplenty for that lunar-naut.

He dreamed of lots and lots of space,
He dreamed of traveling all over the place.
He dreamed of women with eyes of pink.
He...

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Blips of sunlight on a dappled brick garden path led me to
experiment with a glimpse, and then a peek.
I was immediately mesmerized by the beauty I found inside
The over-sized garden gate which had been left propped open
in the middle of the shadow trees smiled as...

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I worship not with hymns or knees,
but in the rustle of the trees,
in socks that vanish in the wash,
and toast that lands, of course, jam-squash.

I’ve built a chapel in my brain,
with pews of doubt and tea-stained rain,
a steeple made of “Could be, though,”
and sermons whispered...

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Just sitting there mighty 
The ships and the people.
Flying American
Flags and the eagle.
Just sitting in harbor
That Sunday morn,
Oblivious to battle
And coming forlorn.

Drinking their coffee
And eating their breakfast
Things were going
Right along with their wishes
When suddenly a soldier
Did speak up and say,
"They're some blips on the radar
And...

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Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs, ceasing time in a stalemates chest move, slats angles
Become uninclined,...

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SLIPPERY WHEN WET

Like The Bermuda Triangle trips, with disappearing blips, 
my heart stops beating, is fleeting, or else is gone.
No Black Hole deeper, steeper, my heart is not a keeper,
of the light sucked in by stellar wind, and played the pawn.
A Double Slit Experiment, arranged...

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Blips repeat on man's optic nerve
Reflections of each shapely curve
The impulse to meet
Slows the beat of his feet  
And to greet the target he'll swerve...

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Infamous girl
you sank to a grave dug with a silver spoon
infamous girl
you drag your dress across an ill fated field lit by the moon

Lure you, comfort you, f-ck you, toss you
put this cycle on repeat, spin in your own spit 

This is a damning of...

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The stars are your maids and the sun, your veil.
You’re such a mirror of elegant reflection
where beauty peeps and marvels at itself.
Your body all round, always ask to be pet
all tissues sensually interlinked with mesmerizing excitements.
A hundred places resonating when one part is touched.

Boats of...

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This poem is about life.
But, to consider the meaning of life, its value,
We need to understand how easy it is to lose, and what the stakes are;
What are the implications of the life we choose to lead?  I Ponder.

The daily hum drum of life...

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Fight or flight happened again today
Don't know why or what to say 
Anger deep inside my mind
Not really seeing, feeling blind

So I went for a wander
To clear my head
Far over yonder
Here's what the voices said

Your better than this you are great
Get on the phone ring...

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As I tried to pull her along with me and our eyes started adjusting to the darkness, 
we realized that she was not suffering from some sort of paralysis.  Instead, a pair 
of large harry hands protruded through the sidewalk and were each wrapped...

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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...

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