Best Bytes Poems

You move your body
but you can’t  change your mind
To many broken bits
It’s your choice to waste your time
You wish and you want
to finally be fine
Penny for thought thinking
another glass of wine

You hide behind screens
Blinded by your bliss
Nothing could be better 
Than your imagined kiss
A...

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My youngest son is forty-six years old

A chip off the old block as they say

I take full responsibility for this young fellow

Scott is his name, silliness is his game

Proud as punch of that boy

'Why grow up' has always been my motto

He has certainly accepted it...

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I love you
I love you not
Haha I love you more...

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Photo of old school
pops up in Facebook newsfeed
the kind I can feel

yellow sky, edged brown
as golden sugar cookie
when you know it's done

the bright almond sun
on chocolate branches, drizzled
melting in middle

with French vanilla
snowdrifts, scoopable snowballs
and white mountain tufts

such sweet aftertaste
although dropped before finished
partially eaten

it feels warm,...

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Light a candle
Go on a vigil
Put a handle
On Twitter if you will

Say your piece
Grab sound-bytes
Find release
In media fights

Then off to a cocktail
To talk of your deed
Bemoan of happenings
As you drink up your mead

And when some time passes
Look up a cause
Think of starving masses
As you pour...

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My youngest son is 53 years old
A chip off the old block as they say
I take full responsibility for this young fellow
Scott is his name, silliness is his game
Proud as punch of that boy
'Why grow up' has always been my motto
He has certainly accepted it...

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life drain that needs a new installment
over flow, the curvaceous wash of social media
privacy perishable, burden of risk
tech gadgetry, finger punched detachment
tangle of cyber speak, sheared discourse
movement pitched in Tik Tok rhythm
always another world to screen into
change that covers me like mud












Poem revised: June 17,...

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Wordplay
In a way
Can portray
A fond say


Bytes grow
In swift flow
A new show
That I know


Verse rhymes
In good time
Stillness mimes
Charm works chime


Sure surge
Words now urge
A sad dirge
Feel bold verge


Each hurl
A ripple
Thought now curls
Poise unfurls


Meek flight
In dark night
Words put right
Stray insight


You see
Verse poetry
Heart sets free
Just to be




Leon Enriquez
18 July...

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MY ROBOT BENNY

I have a robot at home, his name is Benny,
Who is also, extremely office friendly.
He wakes me up every morning,
As a new day is dawning,
And taps my hand, ever so gently.
I wanted him dressed in a vibrant colour,
So he was delivered to me...

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Zero One One Zero One Zero Zero One
One One Zero Zero One One Zero One
Zero Zero Zero Zero One One Zero Fun

My husband despised computer class in the 70’s.
It was all digits and blinks and beeps, and the computer was bigger than the room it...

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I sit here cursing at Herman Hollerith,
and his foolish punch card machine,
trying to make base-2 make sense in a base-10 world.  

Now I can add and subtract as well as any man,
But peeking where I poked is really a hard call, 
much harder than...

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