Best Bulb Poems

Oh!
the lite-bulb
blinked
it did
I felt it
but what was it
and where is it now
or light is too fast ~
or truth never lasts...

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His beat rages for hours
darting to the computer table
without time to greet Mom or Dad
as the light pops every minute; wired in 
space, lost  in blank words when he speaks,
enthralled to level up and gain power points
because he cares more for video than human...

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(Haikus from my short poetry collection in Greek: Se ?????? st????? ??????asµ????, Perched on a few verses, 
translated by me.)

A broken light bulb.
It’s dawning. The naked street.
A butterfly.
            ---
Upon the branches 
of dawn, the...

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Through layers of snow, 
	White blankets, the world
Peaceful and quiet, still as grief – abiding
I stay hidden, secreted in the darkness,
Buried beneath the dust, the mud, the earth
Where life awaits the springlike touch
From sunshine’s blessing, rich and glorious
Awakening the music of a heart’s mystery

Soothing, like...

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I felt cold winter winds upon 
My face, my hands, my ears, 
Wet blowing snowflakes, chilly white, 
That to my eyes brought tears. 
I was outside hanging lights 
That would in darkness glow 
And with their multicolored rays 
Create for all, snow shows. 
When plugged...

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Such a spherical near ball of delight, 
Dispelling darkness with illuminating bright light. 
It’s core made of red hot and burning filament, 
An element clearing blackness, our eyes out of predicament. 
If not for a discovery, by Thomas Alva Edison? 
We’d still be in Hades,...

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LIGHT BULB MOMENTS
so stark
  it feels
delicate
&
 ethereal
involving chance
 summoned
to an
alternate
 encounter

an
 exercise
in the capricious
so esoteric
pleasingly
 conjured
  to preserve
the affectionate
imbuing it
with feeling
frozen
spectacular
  conceptual
illuminates
   the scene

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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A light bulb
   that when turned on
   is faint and low, range amber flow
   then as it warms
   the given light
   glows bright and strong
   filling the room.
A love
   born of...

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I felt cold winter winds upon
My face, my hands, my ears,
Wet blowing snowflakes, chilly white,
That to my eyes brought tears.
I was outside hanging lights
That would in darkness glow
And with their multicolored rays
Create for all, snow shows.
When plugged in, up atop the roof,
All bulbs but one...

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LIGHT BULB MOMENTS
so stark
  it feels
delicate
&
 ethereal
involving chance
 summoned
to an
alternate
 encounter

an
 exercise
in the capricious
so esoteric
pleasingly
 conjured
  to preserve
the affectionate
imbuing it
with feeling
frozen
spectacular
  conceptual
illuminates
   the scene

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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As I look upon my tree
I can't help but ponder just what it means
The star on the top represents The King
Below are the blessings He's given to me

A bulb for my mother and one for my son
Beside it my fathers, each grandparent gets one
My wife...

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Edison bulb
Instine formula
calling bet’s 
to the last three
a crazy intense formula
with pimples wild


set up now golden age
it was like a deck of card’s
down to the last three
with a gofey pimple on top
what appears now 
what happens now
the last two heads 
now he says drink 
he...

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The bulb should have burned out long ago – 
But still it burned, its feeble frame
Still clinging to life.
The light that illuminated the room was hazy;
As though the bulb were a candle,
Flickering faintly in a dark cave.

Ink sat in its inkwell, fresh
As the day it...

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Light Bulb Thinker settled down to concentrate on work
Ideas were parading, from his job he did not shirk.
Librarians hushed their clientele, so LBT could think.
Phrases and vocabulary came to him in green, yellow and pink.

Wonder what is happening? Another thinker asked.
Not sure, said the book...

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My mother loved me into wonderfulness
An odd child, too unusual for school.
I was sent home the first day, with a note.
I watched my mother’s face, for nuances.
A small wavering cheek dimple would have
Confirmed my most horrid fears.
I could tell by the whisperings of the day
The...

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