Blinking Poems | Examples

COSMIC BLINKING

COSMIC BLINKING 

Moving,
Blinking the moon,
Bold shaped clouds
Drifting by:-
Likewise,
A flock of geese
Silhouette the sky;
Their flapping wings,
Waving goodbye:
My blinking eyes,
Release goodbye 
Mirroring tears
Of keloid memories
Of you and me
As a shooting star
Departed the sky:-

Still Blinking III

First, remove the eyelids—
they hold too much fiberglass.
Grind streetlight into gunpowder,
cut it with gravel—snort the cocaine dusk.
Take the sidewalk like heretic communion,
metal-flake wine, asphalt host.

She blinks razors.
Stars break in her clavicle.
You don’t touch her—you calibrate.
Banana fingers, bruised and humming,
plucking vapor off the fencepost.
Storm-laced teeth.
Voice as hinge,
breath as cordless vacuum 
throat tightrope over a cheap
motel dirty sink.

We lit the penguin rodeo in her Glacial ribcage.
Called the roots collect.
Spoke in wire glyphs.
The cancer slept in our gums,
soft, radiant.
I opened her chest 
found an IPhone 
still blinking,
still ringing,
with no one left to answer.

Still Blinking

Cornfield aluminum recycled communion wafers.
We drank Gatorade wine from a stolen lunchbox,
sat Indian style in the irrigation ditch,
reciting Tool lyrics as scripture.

My IPhone had a cracked screen,
Her Android played only static and KORN.
We smoked straw wrappers,
wore hoodies like vestments.
God, in the form of a substitute teacher,
glassy eyed and smoked menthols.

She named a dead bird “Ezekiel.”
Buried it with her wedding ring
underneath the bleachers behind the gym
where someone graffitied “THIS IS NOT A revolution”

the snow didn’t remember our names.
Just a pager in her pocket,
still blinking after the apocalypse

COSMIC BLINKING

COSMIC BLINKING

Moving...blinking the moon,
Brisk clouds drift by
As a flock of geese silhouette the sky;
The dawn will be blinking soon.

Blinking cursors

The life of a cursor is not an easy one.
It could turn into any shape depending the command of the user but
Sometimes it decides to take matters into it's own hands and to do as it pleases and refuses to work 
In the end it is only an artificial intelligence 
With an end of life undecided.
Our life as compared to the cursor is full of vitality.
We do things on whim depending on our mood 
We do things as instructed because we've got no choice than to obey  
Sometimes we decide to go our own way ;
Different from what we are supposed to do
In the end we have a limit
We are no robots 
Why then do we stress ourselves out and not enjoy life?
Life without some flexibility and happiness 
Is like the life of a blinking cursor on the computer screen 
Dull and without vitality.

Blinking Soul

Piercing blue ices through freezing blood within
Liquid fused molecules of daiquiri bathed in sin
Shattered cracks creviced black caverns of the beast
Rattled, bruised dampened fuse ignites when deceased
Hollow past poisons gas choking the thin air
Empty Souls swallowed whole white pupils blink the stare
Salted meat frozen beef hooked up Into a stiff
Cooked the stew the boiling you dying your last gift



bmdavey@2/28/24

Blinking

Of sun and moon and star to crest
I never felt that I was blessed
I love to sleep inside the mess
Maybe the devil wore a dress

Should I behave inside the cave
With morals to deny the crave
I mate the fate I can not shave
And thus my bliss becomes her slave

A clock work orange where seconds burn
Out and about nowhere to turn
After the hour my flesh will burn
For minutes 'til I'm in the urn

Pretending...living in denial
Only known for a little while
Forsaken by a precious smile
My lust shall thrust something most vile

I love to sleep inside the mess
Maybe the devil wore a dress
Of sun and moon and star to crest
I never felt that I was blessed

Blinking Caret

With tears in his eyes
He stares at the cursor
Wanting to type
Fearing he will
The feelings overwhelming
Building in crescendo
The urge to kill
Not another person
But the demons inside
Not knowing the words
To allow to the surface
He watches in amazement
As they come flooding out
Each one brings peace
As it escapes through his fingers
But still, he suffers
As his cascade of words
Offend his very soul
These are not the words of poems
But a triad of word vomit
Staining the screen before him
Yet still he types 
To take away the pain
Not wanting to stop
To let out his soul
To explain his thoughts 
Why he's about to do
What he's not wanting to do
This is the lowest that he's ever been

Blinking Stars

the luring night gloom
the moon shined and stars twinkled.
Sees the night's blackness.

Blinking the Lights Means Come Inside

Blinking the lights means come inside immediately
When mom uses all three names, you had better hustle
At eighteen you better be ready to move out, get a job or go to school
The world does not revolve aound you
Your mama cannot fix things for you your whole life
The happiest people are themselves always
Saturday mornings are for cartoon watching and mowing lawns
Chores are not an option, your choices are few until you are grown
Parents have to be the grown-ups, for their children are not ready

Planet Blinking Eyes

Intrepid
 convalescent 
spectacle glass eyes 
Coral reef
 terminal grief 
cauterize
In disguise 
skies
Inner planetary bodies blinking their eyes


9/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020

Blinking Eye Meditation

At the divine suggestion
Blinking eye meditation 
Looking without association 
Closed eye internalisation

Two points of cessation
With different intention
Opening in celebration 
Closing without negation

In continuous resonation 
With the Ohm reverberation 

30-July-2020

Cosmic Blinking

moving,
blinking the moon,
brisk clouds pass by:
a flock of geese
silhouette the sky…

Cosmic Blinking

moving…
blinking the moon…
brisk clouds
pass by…
a flock of geese
silhouette the sky…

What Is That Blinking

Steady in the arch of an old oak tree,
Where limbs have crackled and fallen,
Lives the North Star, saying “hello” to me,
As I wander and watch the night.
There seem to be stars circling around you,
But they roar with the motors of planes,
And I imagine their tired weary passengers,
Sleeping, dozing, longing for their destination.  
You meet me each night on my walk,
Though sometimes hidden by a passing cloud.

You remind me of that Holy Star,
And Hope blinks down from above.

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