Best Screen Poems

It was a romance only seen in forgotten dreams.
An Oscar winning script written for movie screens.
Her ethereal sight was the ultimate pleasure.
Her eyes an enigma full of enchanted treasure.

Her voice sang like an orchestra of angelic harmonies.
Softly serenading sensual spiritual symphonies.
Captivated, we danced like butterflies...

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Of the items in the store,
All were second hand
An old computer did I buy,
With a broken stand

One side was badly scratched
Two knobs were missing too
But that’s not the story
I’m about to tell to you

T’was about the second week
Of the ‘puter at my place
Sitting there against...

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We used to click without clicks
We embraced and bumped fists
We killed time on the side walk
We saw each other just to talk 

We used to ink passages
We used to sniff paper carrying messages
We used to wrap love letters in envelopes
We used to post them with...

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There you go again, you “Cyber Brat”!
There is “no such website”? What is that?

First you lead me through a wild web maze;
I Google, then succumb to your craze.

What happens if I hit “delete”?
Will my work vanish, incomplete?

Or do you wish to cast me aside?
I’ll tap...

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Ethereal rays of light
dilute darkness into grey.
Ebony no longer shrouds night;
only shadows defy day.

A spiderweb casts a hue
of iridescent flashes.
And the morning mist drips dew;
in intermittent splashes.

Dawn splits reality's realm
into scenes rivaling dreams.
Where songbirds sing in the elm,
and sunbeams gild golden streams.

Dragonflies and bumblebees
flex crackled...

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Born into this earth one day quite unaware,
We grow with time and eventually age.
Pass through stages many and varied,
And in activities manifold, we busily engage. 

We do not know what tomorrow unveils,
Or where the road we tread may lead.
But within us is a realm that...

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Thoughts flood my mind 
when I’m alone
Close to my computer 
I am sin prone
These flames of lust 
they flicker within me
Images intertwined 
begging me to see
This empty eroticism 
promises of ecstasy 
I know this is my prison
still I don’t want to be set free

Curved and...

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Screen of Awareness

Look up!
 From tedium uncertainty - 
  Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
 And the veracity of a changing diorama.

Pause
Before the imagery in reflections
Of history’s emotionless mistress
Moments hidden...

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"In the theory of personality, the conscious mind consists of
everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our
mental processing that we can think and talk about rationally.
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Re-entered with edited title

Like a complex computer is your brain.
Like A. I., always it’s adapting and changing too.
However, being human, it’s hard to train
traditions and old feelings out of you.

If you’re normal, you’ve got a hard drive
that’s probably a little stuck, and that’s okay!
New software...

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Over the weekend our two youngest grandchildren came to our house to stay
(the two older ones no longer live at home and their parents were away).

We laughed, we ate, we walked, we danced
they played on our computer in between
and we noticed, after we returned them...

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Look at you in the mirror, brilliant journalist 
You, the journalist who seeks my gaze, 
You, the journalist who laughs without knowing us better,
Look at you in the mirror
You, the journalist who exercises your power over people, 
You like to be heard, looked at,
But you...

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Kids today spend up to 7 hours or more a day
Watching TV
Using computers
Using phones and electronics

Not good for brains and bodies
Kids who watch too much TV
Play too many video games 
May see a lot of violence

They might spend less time
Being active and creative
Asking questions and...

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Like an shiny apple's rind, 
my outer body all can see.  
Like an apple's fruit,  
I hold many secrets.  
Seeds and beliefs are hidden deep inside.  


An apple has much to offer,  
my life also has much to offer. ...

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Mesh
Of my window screen
In spring
Licked from the inside by our inherited old lady

She is made of bird bones
White whiskers
Wearing her oversized fur coat in the new heat
Pulled from mothballs

Tongue of sandpaper
Scratches and tastes
I don’t know what

Bitter pollen?
Invisible scents of fellow felines
Hunting shrews from under the...

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