Bits Poems - Poems about Bits

I. To dream in binary and bits, then copy, send with virus-like, electronic, image file hits. To dream in binary and bits, takes computer programming wits. Like Lawnmower Man, Musk's god-like: but Elon's prone to enraged fits, when Teslas burn by fiery blitz. II. A.I. Chatbots, like Elon's Grok, have smarter...

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There’s simply no quibbles; my dogs love their kibbles. There’s really not much else to say. In an instant, they’re gone, reappear on the lawn, changed a bit in the usual way. As for me, I’d want...

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I am little bits of pain holding each other’s hand A paper Christmas decoration hanging from an over burdened bin I am little bits of pain The dull that blurs the diamond The nothing touches deep I am little bits of pain The agony hurts more My voice my only shore I am little bits of pain Selling my sadness like silver Do you kiss Tres good hanging...

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chisel to mortar little bits of me exposed annihilation ashes to ashes cinders of love still remain inside life's refrain a perfect snowflake cooling the surrounding air evaporation lost in timelessness Harnassing power of stars illumination ...

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It's all about The story of The beauty of Nothing... Clinging to Nothing is Still a Clinging... A word is The numerator "Not" is the Denominator... Any path Is and is not Beautifully Nonexistent... The territory Is not mappable Yet maps appear As the territory... When edges Seem blurred Truth feels Sharpened......

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In the shadow Where all the pieces be Laid out For the world to see Connected parts of thought Filaments joined tenuously Bits created Flightiness ...

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summer rusting a winter dusting ~ crumbling leaves past readjusting By David Kavanagh...

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Take a piece of this lonely heart Dust it off for a brand new start I give to you the only part that bleeds Pump it up all full of love Lonely Hearts don’t get enough Hold on to it and give it what it needs So sit with me and have a few I...

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Were in the (study) trenches, but we don’t mind, in the trenches, you aren’t really aware of time, I’ve talked with a lot of my classmates, and the citadel lights are burning late. Ever startle awake because a spiders on your face - but it’s only your hair? Sunny’s been infected with the writing sickness. She keeps saying “listen to this.” Orthography...

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What are these delicious bits? Someone asked me. I had no idea, but knew they came from the Kitchen C. A new restaurant owned by a flamboyant witch friend of mine. Her muffins are marvelous! The stranger said. Simply divine! One day she allowed me to watch her cook in the early morn. I had to get up earlier than...

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A penny for your thoughts a nickel for ideas A dime for a discovery two bits a panacea Inventions of the mind are mostly fraught as like as not to go for naught Plunge them into real-life action ~ Don't...

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Puzzle out the tricky bits; kloangs can give you fits: so sick! Here's a form that gets precise, but when it all clicks, the sound is nice! ---------- The Kloang is a Thai form containing 4 line stanzas with the following layout: x x x x a x b x x x x b...

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Memories sift through my fingers like sand Of those I loved and then left behind. Too simple, it seems, when we say goodbye-- A...

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Some see a scrubby, stunted wood; the pure heart sees a pond. A vision cast into the could - the gift to look beyond… And though the plan has not converged quite fully in my head, I simply can’t resist the urge to rend, uproot, and shred. Reclaiming bits of Eden, I clear out the brambled vines. Creation and destruction, by this, briefly are aligned. ...

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Stars like bits of crystal twinkling with mystic glee Striking up a kinship with ol’ blood moon rising, That you exist the astronomers have no guarantee, But sparkling like a diamond I find it not surprising You certainly are alive and well, as far as I can see! When blackness hovers like dead of August night The stars, like bits of...

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