Best Disconnects Poems

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs....

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Cocooned 


Just like a butterfly trapped tight,

     her folded wings await the flight.

          Cocooned, she fears what to expect

             ...

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dreamers
voiceless refugees
fragile
          imperfect...
with images
       to bring alive:
enduring 
            disconnects..
      voiced aloud
unread...

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In a flash, coals of darkness strike the night,
her teeth grating... pinched by a rage
screaming on walls that resound from her lungs;
her face spitting out a whorl of madness
in a verbal lash of ten or more whips,
mocking all the way down to the veins…

A furnace...

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The first invisible hand I saw, was the hand that appeared 
in the banquet hall of the Babylonian palace, inscribing 
letters on the wall, with its fingertip, 

the letters, written by the invisible visible hand, on the wall 
may be an astonishing revelation, the inscription...

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I’m broken
Not too much has been spoken
Of my alliance
Towards the silence
Evening corrupts me
Bleeding disrupts me
Contemplating the ending
Of relationships bending
I see sours grapes
Beyond her drapes
Of her eyes
In disguise
I have not feelings of remorse
For it was a broken horse
That brought me into play
When she has left to...

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From a galaxy a million light years or more

Descends a created soul's birth through the earthly door.

All pathways delineated on life affirming oath

Ego self chosen for spiritual growth.

From babe to child and through manhood.

Pre-destined goals form, as they should.

Life based on love not anger bent,

Why...

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The Almost Omniscient, Omnipresent, Omnipotent Tech God Oisin
Session 1: Tech support notes from the “any” key and sentience case


 “Hello this is Oisin. How may I help you?” Oisin says in his polite business voice.

“Oh, mighty tech god Oisin I am glad it is you....

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“50 Words for Poe: Numbers”



He was given a number
He counted the days
just number after number
Finally arrives the day he is free
The Nightmare never ends
He is not free to be He

His heart sits in a cell of a kind
But he doesn’t want "kindness"
He wants what was...

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Trapped


Just like a butterfly 
wrapped tight,
her folded wings 
await the flight.
Cocooned, she fears 
what to expect
when from her safety, 
disconnects.
With wings of flight, 
she must escape
into a world 
of new landscape...


Sandra M. Haight

~NA~
Contest: Visualize, Scrutinize and Remark
Sponsor: Forever Malta
Judged: 03/16/2016
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Me asus laptop power onboard plug hole died...so stripped it down and resoldered power connecter. The input plughole had been wobbly.
Put it back together no video...before Sue died..
So been reading up online bout using ovens and heat guns to rerun the solder flow...seems solder goes...

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As a soul is free to weave , 
    It has the no intention to leave , 
        So free to retrieve and perceive 

Yet when a soul needs a bit more , 
 ...

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Thy life, once filled with laughter and with love,
now is only fated to be covered in regret,
for, when evil finds entrance to a heart, soon, will prove,
it disconnects the soul from all the kindness it has met,
evil teases you, and taunts, with lust and pride,...

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The chilly North Pacific:
we build a fire for the moths,
a lamplight. Their wings, angry
with flames. Sky: dim and small.

In your standing stillness, you are
an old clock
that has run out of chimes.
The small hours of the past,
a fossil, a nerve. I hand you a flask.

You say:...

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