Best Zero Poems
I Think Of You - Ground Zero (Part 1)
Leaving under a blood moon
in a jet plane rising
los angeles falls behind me
and I...
You.
Two.
Clouds dance
to the song of the spiders.
Latent sun rays fall on me like rain...I
...They say third time's the charm.
On planes again.
A sky...endless... and then finally
from the other end of the world to here.
A continent, an island,
an australian flower drunk on wine.
Her...uniqueness lends to her beauty.
...and I
A fourth night.
A church spire at sunset.
At a distance bats fill the sky,
resemble a smoke plume.
...I
I plead the fifth.
It's all these moons.
Tonight a hunter's moon.
She's unable to hide
even with her bowl of clouds.
It's no help.
She has no spoon.
Her luminous rays give her up.
Moonshine in the moonlight over the sea.
...I
I count...five,
six...on the beach.
A purple nightshade,
a sand flower,
Irish eyes speak uniquely to me.
....I
I, you...
you can't roll a seven with one die.
Back on a plane.
A snow fog blinding.
From my window seat a one of a kind view.
Alone,
...I
I eight...ate...need to eat.
Africa...a Safari.
A plant chloroform green
has holes like cheese.
A large swiss leaf.
I laugh and I...I distract myself.
A stitch in time beats nine.
Back in North America.
A dilapidated fortress stares down
an overwhelming thunderhead.
...I
I camp out.
It requires a tenth...tent.
An Eagle never blinks.
No eye lids.
An unimpeded view.
...but I...I surrender.
There is no place in the world
I can escape.
...I
i think of you.
You are living art.
Here.
Now.
What I perceive
is what I live.
I perceive us.
I can picture you.
I am photography,
the camera, the lens.
I absorb your image,
process it.
A form of plagiarism
I didn't borrow.
I stole.
Inhaled you but
...I
I dream
and I...
...i think of you.
Armand
March 11 2015
ZERO
it’s so cold
where do outdoor animals go
to stay alive
two black crows caw cawing
from a tree top
sun’s out
you’d never know
it’s zero outside
cat wants out
but just one sniff…
zero outside
wind chill 10 below
so says weather man jack
thoughts of getting up
smothered in covers
it’s so cold outside
everything has turned blue
my face my hands
buried
‘neath a blue comforter
10 below
this vet gone crazy –
“sniper guns down 6
2 dead 4 critical
at the weather bureau
Dave Austin
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 was housed in
By the 80’s he was speaking computer-ease that the rest of us did not understand.
He was alive with words that made no sense to us regular folks.
He was speaking of databases, and WordStar and Fortran,
Stuff only real computer geeks know about now, and almost no one knew about back then.
I thought he had lost his mind.
Overtaken by an alien especially in his sleep
When he was speaking of Jazz, a computer program,
Hardware and software.
What in the world was software?
Our eight-year-old daughter readily got on board.
Spent four days in her room, working on a computer program
Day and night not coming up for food, shoving full trays of spaghetti and garlic bread back out under the door.
She was engrossed in this idiocy.
On the fourth day she called us all up there,
We stood by her canopy bed, staring at a dark fuzzy gray computer screen.
Wait for it she said.
And we did.
We waited and waited.
Finally a little white ball bounced across the screen. She was insanely pleased!
That is what she had been working on for four days? I am ashamed to say I did not understand
That this was the beginning of her life long career as an IT, which means
She makes more money than I will ever make,
And she speaks a language that I can barely speak.
She comes by it naturally.
My mother at the age of seventy, got a computer,
And verociously read everything about it that she could get her hands on.
She too was shoving food back out under her door.
When we came to visit, she announced with pride that she had discovered
How to eliminate her cookies.
Not the sugar cookies with icing, I hoped.
Written 10-3-2018 All Dim Ones and Zeros
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
My life is at a standstill
Spent most of it getting my fill
In relationships that just didn't cut the deal
Letting go of the way past memories make me feel
Run over like a loose wheel
How being alone makes your heart feel the ice cold chill
When none of it feels like it was real
Then we reach for the stars
Hoping to find a way to be free from the scars
It's like my heart chained up breaking apart
When I have been so very honest from the start
It's not about having a fancy car
Or hanging out in the right bar
Whether she is near or far
I cast my love into the wind
Looking for my hero our dear lord might send
One that doesn't pretend
Because I have a broken spirit for them to mend
Who understands the meaning
Of what its like to be best friends
Looking for my hero to come to steal the show
Who understands the meaning of what makes life grow
That doesn't mind when things move slow
My hero who has that magical flow
Who wants to know
When true love starts to glow
My hero that takes my heart from ground zero
That will never let go
Of our love that won't ever plateau
Lighting up with all the colors of a rainbow
To find a love that only God can bestow
zero gravity
please put me down atlas ~ nobody takes us serious anymore
The Zero Au Jus Poetess Awakens
The poetess sat all day, waiting for a reply.
As if a great star would fall from the sky?
She learned her lesson all too well.
Not to wait for her iPad bell!
Remembering this is Poetry Soup, not Reply Soup.
Aha! I see she has her head out of a closed loop!
December 24, 2019
I fell in love with the Sixteen Zero Three when I was eight.
I was fifty-eight before someone located the owners who had moved on
Thirty-nine years had passed since anyone had inquired.
I had coveted the idea of owning this monster for half a century!
“That old Jackson place?” “Are you crazy?” “Who would live there?”
“It’ll be a money pit.” “You’ll lose all of your savings.”
What did they think I had been saving money for anyway?
“It has ghosts.” This from a man who had never been inside.
Frankly, it made the idea more appealing.
The front door creaked with a loud eeeeeeeeeehhhhhhh
The prissy realtor in her red half heels looked too clean to be there.
I wanted to push past her but socialized, I waited.
The place was dark, even with the lights on. All of the lights on.
The realtor did not tell me about the rumors or the killing there.
She hoped that I did not know, but I did. I had been in touch
With my ghost hunting side for a long time. Three ghosts said “hi”.
I kept it to myself and signed the paper.
Sixteen Zero Three Huntington Court was mine at last and so were they!
“Not that one!” a fourth spirit said. The others were shushing him.
“I am not kidding, she is going to change everything!” He whined.
I turned and winked at him. Nearly causing him to fall off the staircase.
“It’s like you are already home,” one of the female ghosts said.
“Oh, honey,” I whispered to her telepathically, “If you only knew.”
I had lived in this house during the Civil War, and we had lost it.
I remembered that lifetime as well as my name.
“She’s TROUBLE!” the Rebel soldier hissed. I winked at him again.
We both knew I was bringing a whole new aspect to my new house.
the cold
dulls
subtle senses,
sterilises
well-being:
unsettles
the positive
induces
futility
vanquishes
desire-
and in silence
kills
when i have zero days
the last pillow of earth
and coldness fills the hearth
everything goes sideways
my breath can’t move a match
my lover listens close
heart’s beating like a rose
i can hear heaven’s latch
when i have zero hours
and tears are held at bay
as kin, in whispers pray
the silent tone devours
when i’ve zero seconds
i see the light at last
my destination cast
as the good Lord beckons
4/8/2022
Not for contest
The thoughts are risen:
But nobody to listen;
Having unclear vision:
With no proper decision;
Bound in corrupt tradition:
Sunk in unstable condition;
Seeing all the opposition..
am in a state of congestion
Not in a position..
to handle my confusion!!
~DEEPA~
Third place in BRIAN'S CHOICE 2,any form,any theme
Contest.
A child still waits where rivers dry
his ribs a map of silent screams
his eyes hold more than the pain of hunger
they hold the death of simple dreams.
We preach of change, yet waste our crumbs
we build our wealth on others’ pain
forgetting food is more than meal
it is the right to live again.
If every hand could lift one bowl
if every heart could feel this cry
then hunger would become a tale
not truth beneath an empty sky.
So feed the world, not just with bread
but with compassion’s endless fire
for hunger ends the day we choose
to make our care the world’s desire.
minus one plus one
one over infinity
logarithm one
Put one, before, nine numbers of zero,
and take one off, have nine numbers of nine.
Grows a number ten times, zero, the hero.
Put one, before, nine numbers of zero.
Centre of integers, is the number zero,
to the left and right, may go endless, fine.
Put one, before nine numbers of zero
and take one off, have nine numbers of nine.
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Zero and one make the computer byte.
Zero is the dark and one is bright.
That is what the cycle of day night,
Zero and one make the computer byte.
From the zero and one, gets its life,
on binary system, computer does thrive.
Zero and one make the computer byte.
Zero is the dark and one is bright.
1000000000-1 = 999999999
LEAP! I take to flight
Survey the rogues of the night
Armed with cosmic might
Criminals tremble in fright
Until they notice my tights
Joe Incatasciato
Dream Tanka contest
Cambodia, the Khmer Rouge movement, the leader Pol Pot,
Killed twenty-five percent of the population, a fact most people forgot.
To spare you is no profit, to destroy you is no loss,
That was the ideology of the evil boss.
Buddhist monks were killed and religion was banned,
No one was safe with this beast in command.
Children placed in labour camps, civil rights were abolished,
Schools and hospitals shut down, homes were demolished.
People getting shot for wearing glasses, laughing and even crying,
And if you spoke a foreign language you were definitely dying.
Slave labourers dying from overwork, malnutrition and executions,
While the U.K. gave the Khmer Rouge plenty of contributions.
Minority groups were targeted, Thai, Muslims, Christians and Vietnamese,
But they explicitly targeted the ethnic Chinese.
Millions of pounds from the U.K., millions of dollars from the states,
All working together in terror, they were the best of mates.
What Nixon and Kissinger began, Pol Pot completed,
And none of them ever showed remorse for all the people they mistreated.