Best Fiber Optic Poems


Premium Member Light Particle

Light, defined as electromagnet and;
The radiation of photon particles
Natural visible light with intensity and frequency
The Light wavelength (spectrum / polarization propagation)

Fire / light, is a fiery chemical warming substance
Bioluminescence lights are of sea-creatures glowing
Fireflies are flickering their internal lights at night
Sunlight fuels all green plants with photosynthesis empowering

People pleasure and preen at the beach with sunny sun tanning
Sunlight illuminates Mountain trails for bicycling and trekking
Sunsets have lavender with orange bright beams extending
Solar sunrays light a day of picnic park fun with joyful frolicking

Some of the light spectrum is radio, white light, ultraviolet and x-rays
Infrared is only heat visible and gamma-rays are the most powerful
Small lasers are used in disk drives, printers, and fiber-optics
Fiber-optic networks are a light fast digital information system

TV plasma, liquid crystal displays, LEDs light-emitting diodes gives visuals
These assist our everyday visual optic neural perceptions
Cars have headlights and ships use fog-lights
Light-towers have flood-lights and we use handy flashlights

Tesla and Edison partook in the light bulb’s bright invention
Lewis Latimer and Joseph Nichol invented its carbon filament
This did dispel much of the world’s nighttime darkness
Lightning lights, to reveal charges of negative and positive

Colors of violet, blue, green, yellow, orange, red: are hidden in white light
Some colors are viewed when seeing a rainbow over a dewy meadow
What can be possibly seen at the other end of a rainbow?
This, the notes of God’s faithful abatement covenant

Starlight is continually being reflected and refracted
Earth and the Heavens at night are lit, by starry star lights
Great stars are round and renowned and fiery fireballs
They in a balance of great equilibrium

Stars dispersing their photon particles at light speed
"Light speed, “299,792,458 meters per second"
Light, is a part of the equation “E=MC squared”
“Energy,” not made, nor annihilated, yet always in flux

"Natures life sustaining and revealing lights"
"The Light Particle / Waves" 
Yes, once created by the Creator

The 60s

American Bandstand, Aqua Velva Ads, Aretha Franklin, and, the Andy Griffith Show
Black lights, Bewitched, bean bag chairs, beads, Batman and the Beatles
Cleopatra, Corvairs, Corvettes, Chevelles, Captain Kangaroo, Civil Rights Movement
Dionne Warwick, Derek and the Dominoes, Dennis the Menace, and Dodge Dart.
Ed Sullivan’s Amateur Hour, Elvis Presley, the Edsel, and new expressions emerge.
Fiddler on the Roof , Flower Power painted vans, Free love, Fiber optic lights, 
Giget, Green Acres, Glen Campbell, Gun Smoke, Go-Go Boots, “Go with the flow!”
Hello Dolly, Have Gun Will Travel,and the Hippie Movement begin...“Hang Ten”
Imperial (the car), I dream of Jeanie, and new phrases  “In your face” crop up.
JFK youngest U.S. President, and Jackie Kennedy stylish First Lady,
Kennedy was assassinated and the nation mourned the loss of their young leader.
Lamborghini 350 GT, Lava Lamps, Lady and the Tramp, Lost in Space, Lassie
Mousekateers, mini-skirts, mobiles, macramé plant hangars, Mash, The Monkeys,
Nissan Skyline GT-R, Nash Metropolitan, and Nestles’ Nestle were signs of the times.
Ordinary people seek peace during the years of war and social change of the 60s.
Pillsbury Doughboy, Petticoat Junction,and Peter, Paul, and Mary, placate.
Queen for the Day TV show, bring a fantasy escape during radically changing times.
Rabbit ear antennas for TV shows: Route 66, and Rowan and Martin’s Laugh- In.
Sherri Lewis and Lamb Chop, Shake and Bake, and the sexual revolution start.
Twist to The Four Tops, The Flintstones,The Adam’s Family, The Twilight Zone.  
“Up your nose with a rubber hose” and similar expressions are the times’ lingo.
Valley of the Dolls, Volkswagon Karmann Ghia, and Vanilla Fudge, gain popularity.
Wonderful World of Disney, Vietnam War, protests, and “Groovy” words crop up.
Xenoglossia emerges; “Make love, not war,” “Far out,”  “Catch you on the flip-side.”
Yonderly Vietnam Veterans return home to social unrest without a hero’s honor.
Zanadu dances around in the minds of the partakers; religion is legal, not marijuana.

Copyright March 7, 2015 
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: The Decades
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler

Oh, You Don'T Know the Shape I'M In!

Yes, indeed,
I'm not quite up to speed,
These days, anyway...
Let me tell you, if I may...
The 20 odd meds I must take,
Each and every day...
Hope you got the space in your hard drive,
To see what it takes, to keep me alive...

First, the conditions...Ventricular Fibrillation (Life threatening heart condition, 
which brought me tons of seizures...and emergency heart surgery within an 
hour...they implanted in my heart a computerized "Defibrillator" miniture version 
of those big electric pads you see on TV medical scenes, where they 
go: "Charge! Now!!" and the electric shock makes the body jump.  I was told it 
was that, or be dead in a month.  And when the battery dies, it starts beeping 
inside my chest...no doubt I'll be in a movie theatre at the movie's climax, and be 
tossed by the usher (do they still have those?)....Second is COPD, today's term 
for emphyzema...a degenerative lung disease...where suddenly you cannot 
breath, you literally drown in a sea of air....This is a peachy one, has me in the 
hospital 10 times a year, plus far more suseptible to goodies like pneumonia...
which I have gotten several times, and from which I just recently recovered.  
The prognosis is poor, it is incurable, progressive (contantly getting worse), 
terminal...I will eventually suffocate...and I'm always with a variety of inhalers and 
nebulizers...a plug in version I got from a ex-co-worker's wife, with the same 
disease, but much better specialists than me, although she died from it 2 years 
ago, oddly, on my birthday (2-28)  hmmmmm.....I already have a plot for me and 
my Rosie...lovely place....I've survived bladder cancer twice...another benefit from 
my long ago days of smoking -quit in 1994- when this first showed up- I'd go to 
urinate, and pure blood would flow...naturally it soon clogged, and I swelled up 
with blood....came real, real close to dead several times...and I'm not a 
recreational drug user...so the pain was aweful, and the later Dr. check-ups a 
fearful affair...a fiber optic camera inserted up the *****....any male's worse 
nightmare...with good reason, the pain is unreal...It's my third favorite past time to 
being beheaded, being castrated (near the same thing), and being burned at the 
stake. Continued...
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Cache of Me

A sunset, pixilated, colored RGB,
a virtual bit world envelops me.
Watch .gif waves break upon a gravel beach,
in endless patterned loop Mew glide and screech.

Each click leads to another, yet unplanned,
connected all by fiber optic band.
As users pass with only offered tweet,
hash tag emoticons, each is so sweet.

Sound in MP3 and addictive chat,
all input loads in digital format.
Adrift in the world, internet my link,
a dance of keyboard in a hi-tech prink.

No further need of bio world to be,
just digital internal cache of me.


Robert Gene Stoner Jr
1/9/16

Premium Member A Futuristic Christmas

A FUTURISTIC CHRISTMAS

Christmas under the dome
Home of smart cities of crystalline towers

Her lights lit golden, emerald green, red, blue flaunting
Fiber optic trees shining with whisper purrs of Christmas music

Billions of stars lay a path for Santa in time warp shooting stars
Mercedes – Benz red ride, to the future and back

To be taken to a concert of the past playing guitars, drums, and loud rock music
                 "Promise I’ll be back home in time for Christmas dinner"

Nostalgic warm holiday cheer singing Christmas carols, and presents to open
I want most under the tree is an electric hover board and an electronic kitty that purrs

Time warp Shooting stars Mercedes-Benz red ride, to the future and back
Santa’s cheerful hologram appears to keep the Christmas Spirit alive


12/4/2015
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.

Lindsay Lohan - Part One

Perhaps in another i.e. alternate world, this middled aged (baby boomer bona fide bra burner) of two well nigh near grown daughters felt caught in an invisible whirled wide web The Parent Trap. 
     Oft times, the languid days of his life seem to revisit a parallel universe, where sequels continue to air years since family time constituted shared watching thee designated Verizon Fios fiber optic channels favor by the youngest.
     I confess sitting transfixed in from the television (back in the days when me girls attended grade school) marveling at the camera tricks purportedly played identical twins Hallie and Annie, but in reality the prepubescent actress averred asper the title of this missive.
     A series of unfortunate events (perhaps abetted by Lemony Snicket) found these fictitious, marvelous, and vivacious separated in life soon after their parents divorced.
     Happenstance and cutting edge cunning movie making wizardry linkedin believable existence of two exact looking innocent ingenues incorporating various tricks of the filming, directing, and acting of said nymph actress.
     Some fluke chance encounter when both “girls” attended the same summer camp allowed, enabled, and provided the raw fitbits, whence each respective lass discovered visa vis via question asked and answered, that they shared the same mother and father.
     Soon after this unexpected (believably conceived drama), they secretly plotted to reunite their estranged parents.
     Although farfetched (which plot twist stretched to the realm of possible feasibility), nonetheless the story continued to offer appeal even after numerous viewings), when both my darling dimpled daubed daughters reveled in such small screen young adult age appropriate materiel.
     Within a similar vein, the gestalt viz zit hid within Freaky Friday (also starring the same teenage uber vixen) gal riddled with an identity crisis twas ably, admirably, and affably evincing the crisis of fifteen year old Anna (also Lindsay Lohan).


Premium Member Artificial Tree

fiber optic tree
                                           colors glowing, changing hues ---
                                                        no pine scent

Tempus Fugit - Part One

LVI Elapsed October 17th's Bore Witness To A Girl Born With True Grit

Tuss ben big goo me newt to write
and how though trite
thine complex edifice immersed in spite
which doth nobody any good RIGHT
hence hie exerted effort
from within this quite

mindful sib bull ling to detach himself from his own plight
and fashion attempt (however feeble) 
   to complete before this night
a communique (my apologies if thee cognition strikes thee
   with dumbfounded hard to comprehend patois), 
   but perchance a mite

bit of the following - dashed off in a huff - epistle sheds light
on ceasing to ignore yourself (envious 
   of yar fierce sticktowithiveness) scaling height
of apprehension (more insurmountable than  
   natural mountain peak, versus taking flight
and shuttering ye out of my humdrum life (orchestrated 
   with mild sax and violins), yea not mooch to excite
but, this effort pressing fingers 
   upon select keys eventually generated a byte
size message sent via FIOS fiber optic and mostly airtight.
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Tis with great difficulty birthday cheer proffered, when psyche still stung
by lash of acrimouny, calumny, effrontery, finality rung
humility indelicacy,...zealotry as if spoken with glee from your tongue.
unwise to sustain estrangement caws 
each of us imperfect, aye kin attest mine past awash with flaws,

and admit crushing impact felt from others, especially late Zison inlaws
but, now yearly occasion of your birth opportunistic 
   despite being annexed by anxiety based on uncertain laws
sans human behavior, how ye might respond, 
   me owning modest kudos buffer as oopahs

   to risk brokering a detente (which avoidance 
   toward thee) undermines cumulative, endearing hur rahs
visited times gone by, 
   which recent past found me unstoppably gurgling
   invariably vibrating uvulas
(yes, ja probably forgot, this bro' born 
   a mutant Ninja Turtle) xy awes,

Cavorting Through the Soup

I’m happy as a pig in poop
cavorting through the soup
this lovely day
some internet play
I’ve been lacking due to goop

*it’s been rumored the recent poor internet service was caused by moisture getting to the fiber optic lines.  Sounds a bit goopy to me;-)

The Surfer

You glide through this virtual space
surfing bravely across the fiber optic
pressing your big wide lips onto my delicate skin
rising ocean waves matching heartbeat pulses

You have surfed into my mind and soul
building sensations throughout my nerves
blessing your soul onto my human form
praising each moment our bodies unite 

Your serenading voice leaves a mark 
resonating deep within my chambers
wrapped in your breath of love
I surrender my all into your whole being

Together we are One

My Siblings' Father

MY SIBLINGS' FATHER
         JUDGE BURDON 


other children feared monsters under their bed
i feared the one living under our roof.
his hair was nimbus black 
with a storm's thunder in his voice.
his fists were freight train brown
ball bearing knuckles 
frostbite blue was his touch 
with empty icebox eyes 
his smile untrusted 
growling words spoken like tangled spaghetti 
he was my mother's husband 
my siblings' father

a childhood of baseballs never thrown
bruises and shattered bones medicated with lies 
happiness diluted with tears 
in a house with screams undetected
when asked what i wanted to be 
i testified "far from here" 

now, fiber optic home front news 
faceless words
cancer eating away at your life 
with the fury of a piranha
your disease now my champion 
fighting with the courage i was unable to muster 
your epitaph written in my adolescence 
while plotting your midnight homicide 

again you leave 
unaccountable for your actions
i'm left to wrestle with the demons 
not the strenght to forgive 
my memory too scarred to forget 
i'll keep the battle lines drawn
your monument 
let the puzzle piece fall where it may
good bye old man 
you'll be missed like a pit vipers bite 
your pain can no longer touch me 
from the grave.

Premium Member What Else Is New

the fiber optic cables are swollen with grief
blood clots the airwaves
faces beyond despair stare from half a world away
newsprint is smudged with the tears it’s reporting

the world’s absurdity
nature’s cruelty
man’s depravity
all in high-resolution overdoses of reality

there are too many claims on my sympathy
too much need for the morphine of apathy 

to preserve my faith in humanity
I have to ration my pity

stop my ears 
turn away from the carnage

lest my heart grow cold faster than the bodies

so I exchange the funereal for the farcical
take sabbaticals from the news 
and seek refuge in the world of Pixar

Lucubrations Fuels Ebullience

Unsolicited, revered, and praised
potential literary fete,
(yes a bit hyperbolic),
sans mine posted poems that perambulate
such feedback, whither donning trumped
("FAKE") facade, Oriel sincere

twittering, nonetheless tis great
for an ego striving to maintain
hum bull modesty, yet I hate
to be misperceived as
arrogant, boastful, pretentious,...wait
et cetera, cuz honestly,

these conglomerations create,
themselves, via some inexplicable
literary process which generate
prestidigitation soon after
affixing wired thinking cap,
whereby positioned electrodes exfoliate

on scalp yup thence, off miniature oblate
spheroid (suddenly barren) of golden locks 
most soup Priam wantonly depilate
(envision candidate
undergoing biofeedback,
or...captured as bait)

by...yea (of course) alien invaders curious
to experiment, and subject a random pate
with out of this world tests that agitate
most precious anatomical accouterment
'bout size of average poe tate
toe (actually...almost same consistency)

okay...sorry, this chap doth relate
such comparison to
his own cerebral aggregate,
where he starkly realizes
neurological concentrate
takes a permanent vacation

to distant Palatinate
essentially leaving a void, ah...just
perfect for cosmic outliers to allocate
(no...no...no noninvasive, i.e.)
their laser like gizmos scrutinize how

(albeit unwittingly) to ameliorate
writer's block, thus 
glad tubby ("Guinea Pig"),
and let abductors amputate
my killed expense trumped ("FAKE")
noggin pulp struggling to articulate,

(hence quite a relief,
you cannot imagine), dear mate
when fiber optic threads of light
essentially painlessly
(rather ticklishly aspirate)
clump of useless gray matter,
yours truly does implicate

as complicit to cause unnecessary
difficulty to associate
with *****sapiens, an extremely
strenuous task, thence joyful to dedicate
(without being headstrong),
an organ minimally missed at any rate
long last free to babble poppycock
oblivious as ambitious readers berate!

Listening To My Body Electric

Mine offset fooey zook equilibrium
translated into at least one raw bit
(hmm...maybe the naughty one) being askew,
which nearly (worse case scenario) critically
could burn up every hair strand fiber optic wired conduit

sans, and destroy the primary, secondary, tertiary...
connection of this (motherf******) circuit
board, which (sorry tubby explicit),
whew close call offset (viz skin of
"FAKE" teeth), in NIC of time avoided major deficit

thankfully technical glitch
bit dust courtesy re: micro
processor faux wall thwarted,
toppling scaffolding upholding democracy forfeit
sure would totally wreck global functionality luckily

ace craftsman ma papa with keen insight
anticipated built-in catastrophic fail/
safe under soldering gun,
preemptively incorporated chess
grandmaster measured gambit,

hence avoiding future government
shutdowns since implicit
within migrant manufactured mesh
of webbed components houses white lie
sense to circumvent, via automatic
nanobyte size trigger

comprising a binary coded buffered kilobyte,
yours truly able to attune
consciousness to any slight
fluctuation, perturbation, variation, et cetera
imperceptible to nobody but me,

a "smart" sensor, that doubles as infrared light,
whereby coded instructions encrypted airtight
bequeathed to this artificial intelligence
as digitally patented birthright
also linkedin virtual reality appurtenances

portray futuristic bombsight
of World War III a minuscule,
yet not improbable chance event, some bright
eyed and bushy tailed hacker infringes copyright

gleefully launching atomic missiles,
which thermonuclear midnight
leaving Earth a lifeless burnt offering,
where scant bands escape by spaceflight,
whence this garden variety
will no longer be able to write!

Loyal Circuitry Plea


Mister Thought Police,
my twin electrodes agree
with your Mind Kontrol policy

It’s a laboratory disgrace,
that the free speech troublemakers
get to protest this way

Such a predestined malfunction fiber optic outrage

Ms. Chief of the Microchip Morality Division,
your prompt commands
are embedded deep
inside of my loyal neural circuitry

Every Hive authorized memory wipe decision
tightens the beta bands   ~   Obedient oscillation wavelengths
don’t come robo cheap
Propaganda protocols are docile necessary

Mr. Automaton Dispatch Operator,
my artificial pump mechanism
has an ultra-jolt affinity
for your Pavlov call-response methods

Mind Kontrol orders are retinal scan template embraced

Unplug the free-think I.T. instigators,
who want chaos burst aneurysm
Queen emission insanity
will force a droning, self-destruct buzz

It’s a lobotomy shame,
that the non-programmed Grey Matter radicals
get to freely act this way

Miss Thought Police,
discourage any disloyal circuitry
This is my Mind Kontrol plea:

Thoroughly erase any freewill trace of cerebral cortex tampering

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