Best Buzzers Poems

On a bright sunlit morning, washed brilliant with clover,
the day was alive with complacency, as color.
The day had no reason to quiver off course.
A cat in a tree, was stalking a bird,
and people were rising, to go off to work.
No one was thinking of nuclear...

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We humans are the gods of the computer age. We have mastered the use of ones and zeros. Some argue we have created artificial intelligence. But is it possible that ones and zeros have replaced our intelligence with servitude? 

I see
Faces glued to a screen
Trying...

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I don’t need God,
I’ve got cable’
I don’t go to church,
Even though I am able.

I don’t need God, 
I’ve got a cell phone,
As long as someone calls,
I am never alone.

I don’t need God,
I’ve got a roof over my head,
No rain will touch me,
Safe in my warm...

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The day was short and I was tall,
oops, got that backwards after my fall,
for I was mixed up and worried,  befuddled I say
on this brand new morning in the month of May.
I set out like a flash and look what I saw
not much as...

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Why do I do it, It’s hard to explain
This obsession that’s driving me slowly insane
The dark hours seem endless, the boredom intense
You would think at my age I’d have more common sense

The weather’s ‘Brass Monkey’ bitter and bleak
With many blank sessions for many a week
In...

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"Radio"
Snippets of classic jingles ring diabolically in our brain
Converging good tunes for bad products
Their repetitive nature send shoots rattling and ringing
Over and over again, gee, have a little music with you commercials!

Morning shows ruled by the man/child 
With bleeps and buzzers assisted by stupid honks
The...

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im just laying about 
thinking thoughts of a cricket
thinking about what crickets think
while buzzing and beeping

they think of the creatures 
lurking and creaping
that love tasty crickets 
who's buzzers are beeping...

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In the stillness of the night
Thoughts palpitate my mind
Now racing with the clock -
Striking the second hour of a new day.
I lie awake beyond the quietness
Only aware of an occasional car
Marking the stillness.
Closing my eyes I think of the sleepless
Dispersed throughout the town and city.
Scores...

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Tonight the understaffed was overloaded with impatient calls n' flashing buttons buzzing the central core
I marathoned from room to room in frantic answer 
My vision rang from Rocky Horror, the Ringling Brothers to your flesh and blood side show...in one nightmare slow breath 
It was...

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Garden Party

Honey bees
petal to petal
roving salesmen
pressing buzzers
leaving calling cards
blowing in the wind.
Butterflies,
in flowing gowns
adorn red carpet
of jealous rose.
Fireflies, nocturnal
lantern carriers
of the pixies,
announce the stars.
Dew drops, wet kisses
upon pursed lips,
awaken passion
under cover
of darkness.
Ants parade,
long Conga Lines
passing on a
two lane road.
Snails park their campers
in a shady
patch of...

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We spent days of two thousand fifty five
Like noisy buzzers of poorly formed beehive
You built me a storm out of the star’s light
When I was asleep after our everyday fight
I heard you in my dreams,still trying to thrive

Perhaps, it’s you who make the last fifty...

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there were buzzers and bells, rattles and bangs
a long rubber snake with horrible fangs
a mural in crayon the length of the hall
of misshapen cows -giraffes not too tall

out in the kitchen the dog cleaned the floor
then he circled again looking for more
for eggs had been...

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Sharp blades through their stem
They evince smiles in all of them
Wrapped in plastics, bound by ribbons
Glittering in glass vases, beautiful prisons
They bleed in the sunshine for the bees
As the buzzers dance around petals and leaves
They could be moved from gardens to the graves
Like being sucked...

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Video Games VS Real Life: Driving
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

(The Video Game)
There he was on the racetrack.
Eager!  Darting in and out.
Slipping, sliding, glancing back
Boisterous screams and driving dreams -

Speed: 190 on the turn
Devil daring, no concern,
Winning was his deepest yearn.
Screeching tires....

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So she shifted 
       and she shifted
till the veil from off her lifted,
and she turned around 
      and saw you,
              got...

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