Best Pixel Poems

Tingling toes
of the megabyte cavalry
callouses scraping
along private roads
Cascading matrices
on the plasma periphery
peasantry bleating
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
watering nations
from acid-soaked cans
BE SAFE!
say the oracles
so...

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Upon this yearly powdered dale,
where leafless birch in talon-ed stance
come begging in their circumstance,

the snowflakes fell in silent veil 
as thick as densely woven cloth
to...

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The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp 
But how many fonts hold fast to the...

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he parlayed a condom full of nouns
in bold thrusts of the quill
for the para structuralist cadres
many of them freeway orphans
who won't even read a stoplight
on...

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I am the end,
the last act, the final fleck,
the teeny, tiny terminal pixel,
but I am mighty.
I may be small but I have muscle.

I apply the...

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If you look closely, you will see
the masterpiece Winter painted
along mighty Erie’s shore
in the darkness, well into the early morning light.

You will see his fondness...

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without a word  I inquired of you
to allow me a quick hug to see me 
though
So nicely my pixel head nestled upon 
your pixel...

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You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes, 
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think...

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Mona Lisa is
Looking directly with fizz
Loving life more than slaying 

Her bent left arm looks
Curving as rushed water goes
Few miles into Sinai cove

Her left side’s...

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Typing a new poem, muse come cyber me,
searching for some keyboard poem mystery.
Text to my monitor, pixel the result,
if the rhyme is hard a web...

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I'm just a blink in the eye of the Holy Lord
a passenger on this train of life that I'm aboard
only one moment in the scheme...

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Old are they; those fables
Green they seemed so idle,
murrain of theirs still but
stand.

Odd how all of us prattle
Lads indeed we still are
longing hearty; throstles ...

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On camera screen,
As pretty as a picture,
She's pixel perfect....

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Should I crawl
Craven with some filigree foot
Hidden forever
In the shadows of my own 
Innocuous phantom

To spend the hours
Amongst the esteem of cement and parchment
Courting the...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this...

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