Signals Poems - Poems about Signals

If green, go share-- the room and bed, Yellow, pillow separated, If signal shows orange, The bed is what you change, Red, change the very room To save your soul from doom, As signals you must learn to dread. Once counselled a marriage expert Advising me to be alert. But I do rather feel, That a man should just deal With red that might...

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She has a pretty face She carries herself well In uniform she is an iconic Many so desire her moments A detective she carries her gun well When duty calls she flashes her smile Its a smile i have see disarm many She has no use for brute force For her lovely essence nets all delinquents I used to spy her long time ago At...

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When the sky begins to rumble, and the clouds are both black and gray. I think it may be God’s signal, and a good time for man to pray. For like when a storm is coming, or it’s just a chaotic day. It’s a sign that things are changing, time to hear what God has to say. Humbly turn to your Creator, he...

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It is interesting how TV commercials, are now more vacuous, more entertaining, more unconvicting, more annoying than ever, yet he was often in-the-thrall of their invasive noise it was a background, mid-ground, and foreground, unintelligible babble, but when he turned off the plasma visions he realized that they were a tonal band-aid over his own mind-chatter; now his self-talk had to turn up its volume to compensate for the dead-air space that would...

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Signals The signal The signs Directions How do you find it? Find the right way Or continue going wrong You're going down the path Alone Or maybe not You see, in the end, you forgot That lanes end Sometimes, other lanes begin STOP signs bring you to a stop Yielding helps you from being blocked Caution...

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aka my uncategorised plethora of poems which are a mix of half formed thoughts, full on effort that missed the marked and quick musings that strangely went down well. Then pondering why I leave them posted when there's an opportunity to create a shop window. Well the answer is obvious, I'm just like that... Poem after...

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In nineteen twenty-four Cupid sent Signals to broad cast "...j'adore!..." and in return her perfume became the How Who moved the Moon "... while I might have said comb, I included your tombs too, honey..." we're half the way now and the other way soon "... Cliff-notes the spark..." Andromeda sent to start "... both slopes..." in kind and in tune "... hey Scully, it's me, Bones..." A Sound re-pair... in Gratitude "... there...

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A terribly tired, trashed-out old truck, lacking in luster, down on its luck, longingly looked at a lithe little Lexus there at the bar, fresh in from Texas. Depressed, dejected, and driven to drink, wipers not working, and too beat to blink, he summoned his strength and shot her a smile; seems ’twas the first she’d seen in a while. Given a green...

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A body built on nerves and signals. So many little paper airplanes, they fly from head to toe. Expect when they get stuck in my hands and rattle. Uncontrollable. Flex and refocus, they are gentle; fragile. They understand me they want to be stronger, longer a creative ache, I think. My knees are weak, they beg for sleep but they are the...

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Rows of receptors positioned just so to capture signals from galaxies aglow Six decades, billions spent, not one signal yet not a peep of protest nor an ounce of fret... Signs and wonders we all see every day ...

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cars racing their voices trafficking destinations signals breaking rules...

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INDIVIDUAL SIGNALS the contemporary   long nurtured a sympathy   lifelong regained so sensual in an array of   tactility & subtler change & more incisive a plethora  in mind to breathe  when it lures to encourage thoughts   invoking nostalgia to engage  to emerge &compel  trauma  to remember &  conjure  displacement   THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived...

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The connection's gone. Check your cell signals. No signal. Something is up. What? Abduction Set up....

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Galactic spectacle, we name you For a Greek mythic giant. You exist in mythic realms of space Dwarfing our Milky Way, The largest yet known of your kind. We behold your bygone light, Your radio signal artifacts now only just Arriving from what you were Three billion years ago. So humble our instruments for Detecting you, so simple our data collection about you. Gargantuan star...

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sharp sound of church bells on a cold crystal clear night warns heaven and hell to try harder to do right not give up on the good fight strong gusts of north wind ominous clouds now hover no good they portend bad time to feel hung over makes good sense to find cover cannot seem to breathe chest seems filled up with cement just able...

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