Short Bits Poems
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It does not take much to break even more
An already fragile porcelain doll; twist a heart..
While one turns their heads towards, another day ?
Form:
Today I’m grateful as I travel though my life
as I amble through every day…
how the universe hides little bits of magic
for me to discover along the way.
The young man was just half awake
when his ticket was shred by mistake
the guaranteed winner
came out looking thinner
hope the crazy glue sticks for his sake.
Yeah, Ruby, but Elvis had drugs!!
To Fred- You ain't that fly guy, r u?
To Patricia- that bug you caught- was he Freddy the Fly?
Catch ya'll a bit later.....tom
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
Bright skies on the horizon from where I sit
Uplifting my spirits but I'm afraid to admit
Takes more than weather
To make us feel better
Need a young floozie to stroke my bits
Trump Chomped To Bits
Trump has become a toilet trainer traitor;
Should send to China on a slow freighter;
Obce was a boat
With an anecdote;
Can you believe he was a woman hater.
Jim Horn
Recently put flowers in my thinning coiffure
To attract the girlies but wild animals it lured
Started biting my parts
Quite hard to disregard
The part about my stunning sex bits for sure
Are We Alone In The UNiverse??
I don't know about you,
but I am...
My Beautiful Buffet..
incredible choice
of lousy foods...
Is Santa Claus Real?
of course, but the reindeer
are not
look for more soon.....tom
Gave and took
Read a book
Got a hook
Made a string
Fished a ring
Too much bling
Found a clock
‘Round the block
‘T’went tick-tock
For a time
Traded a lime
Done with this rhyme
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Form:
You saw my smouldering eyes
You know all the signs by now
My fast quivering eyelids
And the flutter in my smile
Even the bulge in my pants
Darling i now see just why
I've not met your sis before
For Nette Onclaud's "Seven Bits" contest 04/10/17
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 spend your gold 'til they gain traction
Perhaps there is no one right for me. Perhaps the only person who could ever accept me. Love me the way I need and crave. Is gone. Perhaps all I've been doing all these years are searching for pieces of his soul. Shattered bits of mirror that cling to light. A likeness of his reflection
Here's a tale of the future, it's
Big, things from small parcels, bits
called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with Nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's
Our future ahead, Nano bits!
I wear it extremely well
I gain people's trust quickly
my face and smile is perfect
I am just the guy next door
some say a gq model
my mask is the perfect fit
that you see my blade too late
10-4-17
Inspired by the Sevenbits contest
Sponsor: Nette Oncloud
Eighth Place
In bits and pieces
Truth now comes
in bits and pieces
Leaving us dwindling
to fret and to take flight
Waking up to a staggering dawn
Walking with tips of toes
We are so bewildered
With upmost chills
Crushing our topmost wills
now wary of kings and princes
As the sword emerges
Dicing every word.
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
wounds tear all time
***
time heels like a good dog
or it bites
***
time passed
is
fertilizer
Bits of my heart
I donate for charity
to those who lament
to orphans in villages
widows without hope
the displaced in camps
the war victims weeping
and all with lost love
bits of my heart I donate
for charity and consolation
holes, patches and scars
dot my heart everywhere
because no one pays back
bits I donate generously
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!
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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 x a
x x x x b x c
x x x x a x x x c
life drain that needs a new installment
over flow, the curvaceous wash of social media
privacy perishable, burden of risk
tech gadgetry, finger punched detachment
tangle of cyber speak, sheared discourse
movement pitched in Tik Tok rhythm
always another world to screen into
change that covers me like mud
Poem revised: June 17, 2021
bits of bone
bones lying there together/bleached by the salt water/all flesh has gone south/fish grew fat on seven aircrew/discarded pieces of skeleton/don’t you know they made up aircrew/who flew their manchester bomber/far into germany bombing them in war
F*cking Upside Down In a Blazing Avro Manchester Bomber – Poems from My Life and More
Nick Armbrister
I keep finding bits of you
buried in boxes
I rummage through in the cellar
looking for an old cookbook
interrupted by dusty albums
full of your face
your laughter
I see bits of you in our daughter
her eyes
her gentle smile
all these years you keep showing up
revealing bits of you
in our grandchildren
in a look
a silly joke
posing in front of the camera
with mischief
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.
Bits and bites, that’s how it goes,
I make the steps, the rest to follow
I make them right, and so it goes,
I make them crooked, and dark it goes,
The wrath of a lead, then will follow,
Bits and bites, they got to be right,
To get to the light, of each step taken,
And what’s born, of those that follow,
It’s the curse of a lead, it got to be right,
It got to be right, and so it should go