Best Accelerated Poems
ELEMENTAL DESIGN
Hydrogen to Helium
A fusion formed by gravity
A carbon-based delirium
Molecularly infinite energy
An ancient discipline known as alchemy
We’re consciousness - the explosion - amorous
We dream of gold from lead and mercury
Fueled reaction in copper with phosphorus
A universal age of prosperity
Bismuth bath. Deficient of iron and zinc
Astronautic laugh – last shine of hope
Nuclear decay –enlightened way – elemental - instinct
Scientific – logical clay – gaseous isotope.
The fluoride, we drink?
Humanity on the pivotal brink
The edge, a precipice.
Lanthanides and actinides
Metals and mysteries.
Shrink down to atomic scale
Our intellect – an accelerated history
Reality?
A holographic projection
Radioactive expansion
A gravitational trajectory
Inertia
Precious pavonine pearl
Our planet, our world.
A place all our elements may inhabit
Terrestrially unique. Diverse and intelligent
The push of inertia
The pull of gravity
The spin of an atom
The spin of our galaxy.
The end.
(written for the periodic table of elements poetry contest) 12-12-14
Categories:
accelerated, heaven, moon, science, science
Form:
Free verse
"Human mind knows no constraints. Without spending time or money, one can make an odyssey into the outer space and even into other planets. What is needed is the fuel of imagination." - By Poet
Outside, the night was gathering strength
How swift our lightning Sputnik,
Out running the speed of sound and light
Shot into space with a violent jerk, leaving us psychotic.
At a distance were luminous spheres
Suspended like glowing lanterns
Comets and meteors in hyper space
Seemed more like diffused patterns
An asteroid came whizzing towards us.
I closed my eyes in dreadful shock,
Fearing a terrible head on collision.
Thank God! It deviated from our track!
I looked at my friend seated beside
Obviously not here, lost in thought!
Looking down, I saw Mother Earth
A luminous ball, not bigger than a sapphire dot
Oh! How quickly we landed on Mars
It is so different from what I had learnt
Neither a barren belt of sterile terrain
Nor a rugged stretch of craters burnt
But a heavenly place so cool and serene
Full of scintillating scenes and ravishing sights
We, the emissaries from a far away land
Were warmly received by a team of alien sprites
The weight of the world suddenly lifted from us
We bounced up and down almost floating in the air
Found ourselves in a gorgeous garden
With springing fountains and blossoms fair
Trees were laden with dazzling gems
Lagoons and lakes of liquid silver
Vast expanse of tawny vistas
Plains waving with luxuriant verdure
What fun…! Hmm…over there,
Nothing like those seen on planet Earth
A herd of animals so strange and rare
Grazing on red grass in a canyon of great width
Our restless eyes scanning all around,
We accelerated our pace in rising delight.
As we were eager to explore every bit of ground,
We moved forward with enthusiastic gait.
Sudden was the sound I heard behind
And saw my mother standing near
Puzzled and confused as I looked around
In my ears her voice fell ringing clear-
“You lazy one, know this is exam time”
Rough and curt was her angry tirade.
“Again you can’t play a dumb mime”
Her words made my afternoon reverie suddenly fade
I saw my open book sneering at me
And my uncovered syllabus, a vast sea
Categories:
accelerated, adventure, moon, stars,
Form:
Rhyme
There's a Train
Going to Peace Station.
Christians, Buddhists,
Hindus, Atheists,
Each occupied a Compartment,
But never Bothered one another,
Just like the Two Rails of the Track
That Travel Together but Never Meet.
Everyone's Ticket is to Peace,
They traveled in Communities and
Their Compartment Number
Never really mattered.
Then came budding Islam,
Who wanted their own Engine, Though
They are Destined to the Same Station.
They made an Exact Replica of the Train,
Their 'Fight' for Peace overshadowed
Their Destination and they Launched
Their Train on the Same Tracks,
But in the Opposite Direction.
Compartments filled with Innocent Followers,
but Engines Piloted by Terrorists
And Religious Leaders.
They only Focused on Increasing
The Number of Compartments
To gain Strength and Accelerated
As Fast as they Can.
But One Thing They Failed to Realize is,
No matter how Long the Train is,
On Collision, Whole Train Derails,
Killing Innocent Passengers, on Both Trains.
Categories:
accelerated, identity, islamic, journey, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Don’t point your finger at the thief
For losing sovereignty
It’s not the fault of Hollywood
If God, we don’t believe.
The pace of life accelerated
When first we wouldn’t wait
To seek Divine direction at
The start of every day.
Then babies resting in the womb
Broken, limb from limb,
With suctioned brains in bio-bags
Or moved to stem-cell bins.
Children raised by villages so
They won’t be in the way
Of self-absorbed, unfeeling parents
Selfishly at play.
We teach them they are primates
With no purpose to their life,
Then wonder why some children
Choose death to calm their strife.
Eight were saved from flooding rains
And four from Sodom’s Gloom,
Where are the righteous found today
To escape a pending doom?
The Second book, Chronicles,
Gives warnings we must heed
To evade the coming judgment in
Chapter seven and verse fourteen.
Yes, judgment stands before this land
We call the U.S.A.
The source is not the sinner but
Those called by HIS own name.
Would be better to deny HIM,
To remain one with the world,
Than to falsely represent HIM
And defile HIS HOLY WORD!
The third of HIS Commandment Laws
Means more than blasphemy,
It’s how we wear the name of Christ
When someone else can see.
God’s patience thins so GRACEfully
Til Israel stands alone,
Then comes our condemnation from
“I AM”, still on HIS throne.
Yet the only way to turn around
Fierce judgments sure to come,
Depends on true repentance from
The ones that wear HIS name.
To those of us, HIS Mercies claim
Let’s join, repent, and pray,
That GOD will heal our wayward land
And spare HIS WRATH today!
Categories:
accelerated, faith, forgiveness, history, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out.
With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about.
On her thumb she wore a thimble, as she pulled the thread so nimble, enjoying the
light,
While the weatherman’s voice was blaring, declaring a storm in sight.
She began to hurry, and to worry about her Sam.
Had he heard the early morning warning from the weatherman?
While she sat there stewing, the storm greater brewing, she thought about her
man.
“He could work much longer, if only he was stronger— he does the best he can.”
The skies grew darker and her thoughts grew starker in the afternoon.
“Upper air disturbance; expecting turbulence with night coming soon.”
While she debated, the storm accelerated from the north.
With clouds unloading her thoughts grew foreboding, as she paced back and forth,
Qualms of duress she expressed about her Sam.
“Was he wet and freezing? Was he cold and sneezing? Poor old Sam!”
The northern air was gusting as she began thrusting shut the door,
From freezing rain fast falling, while for Sam she was calling as she paced the floor.
Back at the weather station a strange situation was spreading forth.
Not so far away an arctic foray pushed from the north.
It hardly took a wizard to see the shaping blizzard hiding every star,
A whirling cloud formation showed its concentration on the isobar.
Suddenly she started walking, while talking to her Sam.
Once she stopped to listen, ignoring the snow that glistened— then she ran.
She must’ve been unsightly as the lights shown on her brightly from a car,
Driven by her daughter, doing things she taught her, searching near and far.
“Mother! It’s me, Mabel. You know you’re not able to be out in the cold!
Look how hard it’s snowing with the wind so cold and blowing. Forgive me if I scold.
Finding you not there, I looked everywhere up and down the street.
You’ve come too far, so get in the car and dry your feet.”
“Mabel . . . Pa went out this morning . . . but he had no warning the weather would
be severe.”
“Oh, my mother dear, please come here, come here. Dad’s been gone a year!”
Suddenly the old lady was weary, her eyes old and bleary, her body weak and cold.
She had no coat nor jacket, but in her hand a packet—Sam’s picture she did hold.
Categories:
accelerated, confusionold, morning, old, storm,
Form:
Narrative
The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar
and everything uncertain.
The night accelerated sounds of anticipation
as a thousand strangers loomed
and I thought him to be a foreigner
until he glanced twice
as his smile slightly dropped
astonishment plagued him
Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt
betrayed by the numinous...
that often guides my thoughts
He left with lady and child, to merge
With a thousand anticipating strangers
and the northern lights sheltered me
the explosions across the sky
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation
that unexpectedly emerged
Then the night was briefly soundless;
the applause prolonged
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing,
through a thin pane of glass
all I could yield was a smile,
a smile to the incredulity within his eyes.
Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow,
and the difference was indistinguishable.
Categories:
accelerated, faith, hope, imagination, life,
Form:
Epyllion
Twitter and Facebook
Our favorite games
What’s in the latest that technology makes
Now we can share with a touch of a finger
And we can post on our favorite singer
WhatsApp and Face Time
Movies that stream
Couldn’t imagine this in my wildest dream
Sending a picture at top record speed
Now, what is happening?
Why, it’s Live Feed
So, in this era where everything’s quick
What do you value, what do you pick
Why should we bother to go anywhere
Technology’s fast but friendships are rare
We don’t need to be social because everything’s home
Interconnected, but we feel alone
This is the sacrifice
This is deal
Things are disposable
But nothing seems real
We must remember that we’re not replaced
And not lose humanity in all that we face
Technology’s useful but socializing matters
Life’s accelerated, but relationships – battered
Let’s combine advancement with old-fashioned ideals
And we’ll experience how an authentic , rich life truly feels
Categories:
accelerated, angst, anxiety, loneliness,
Form:
Lyric
Loving your confidence, your
ambition, your drive. want to
be dominated by your power,
but not lost in your eyes. my
king ..may i be by your side,
your queen... stand against the
test of time, a unity, a
friendship, possibilities with you
seem limitless. My strength, my
rock..your protection shields
me, your touch heals me, you
are the epitimy of what I've
prayed for..other woman wish
to be me... Have the chance to
feel what I feel, be intertwined
with your body as you gently
caress mines. . Have me on a
high, body taken over by this
ecstasy that my soul can't
deny. Gratify my body, ratify
my mind, entangled in the
satisfaction of what still is yet
to come. I want to please u,
appease u, relieve you of the
daily stress. Only one thing..I
DEMAND respect and nothing
less. Respect my body, respect
my mind, be compassionate
with my heart, but don't waste
my time. I want to feel your
aggression..torture me with
passion... Claim me as your
possession. Mangled in your
bedsheets, accelerated is our
heartbeats. Anything you
want...I'll do willingly. I'll do it
all for you, just please don't
deceive. Love me, but don't lie
to me. Be a strong man, but
don't hide your feeling from
me, I will never judge, if u cry
to me, u are my man, my king,
I only wish to uplift you, live up
to what u expect from
me...your woman, your
queen..as long as we ride for
each other every bit of
happiness an longevity is in our
reach. I wait patiently for the
day when our paths do meet,
when you are more than just a
Dream to me.....
Categories:
accelerated, boyfriend, desire, dream, for
Form:
Rhyme
They pierce the unwelcoming night,
perserving eyes that receive nothing
but an unwholesome darkness,
hot accelerated breath scorches the
freezing air, as it penetrates
in entirety her raffish body while a
shivering anatomy provokes an age
of innocence, yet a stark awareness
of life’s tribulations, as she tucks in
her scarf, fastens her top button
before impetuously walking off into
the shadows to confront her next trick.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Categories:
accelerated, irony,
Form:
Free verse
An adrenaline rush like no other
Fear, anxiety and pressure on an accelerated course together
A need to perform, a need to please
Beads of sweat roll down his sleeve
Players in waiting call out to him
Making his heart surge and nearly striking him dead
A slow march, thoughts speeding, confusion pleading
Begging to recede
“Run while you can, beyond the gate lies more than time can heal”
A shrug, a gentle wave, a spark of hope, that need to play.
Plectrum in hand he lifts on to the stage
The crowd awaiting his mighty fists of rage
One tiny glimpse
And it’s all a haze
The shouting and screaming
Them chorusing his name
A shudder of excitement
That tingling he craves.
His guitar in hand. He begins to play
That gentle sound, that soothing sway
The brush of his fingers against the fret board, creates a rage
An uncontrolled crowd mesmerized by his ways
Join in the chorus, still screaming his name.
Insanity controls him, as he plays,
For he reaches a place, no sane man can taint.
Supernatural, he seems, in a trance, they would say
As the his heavenly voice joins in, accompanying the base.
The women, they faint, screaming their praise,
In a worshipping trance, they seem so spaced.
And then as if awakened
He walks up to them, the bridge to play.
His voice so mystical yet so rich and brave
Singing his sweet melody
In rapture he says
‘Look at me love.’ So steady his gaze. ‘Stay with me today’
‘For if stand alone, I will die in this fray’
The drums come alive, with every played beat
His guitar sending tonight his soul, sealing his fate.
His passion, his love, his family, his mate
His life, his heart his death it shall take
In finale his voice suddenly screams
‘Tonight my love, I have conquered,
Tonight I shall sleep’.
As he drowns out the crowd,
The victory he sees.
The love, the pain not in vain it seems.
Head held high he walks of the stage.
The crowd still roars,
Still screaming his name.
BY
Amanda.M.Miller
Categories:
accelerated, music, passionheart, voice, heart,
Form:
In mania, the body unbinds itself.
The skeleton’s dense marrow becomes hollow,
an avian adjustment. It is accelerated evolution.
Fluttering and floating in a slew of thoughts
like nervous wind chime chatter.
My brother blew in through the rattling gate
accompanied by October’s cruelest gale.
Eyes unwillingly wide, levered by a crowbar
his hazel doorways ripped from their hinges.
He ran fervently through the streets of West Chester
with lungs coated with cannabis and amphetamines
until there was blood beneath his toenails, dripping out
just like Jesus’ wine weeping out from his searing limbs.
As he entered into the home of our distant childhood,
his back burned from the warm wrath of penitent leather
the self-flagellation, the begging for the flames of Purgatory
To appease the eyes of a looming Lord
his fate-sealing gaze hidden in twilight’s comforting veil
He says he holds a guilt beyond human comprehension,
that he is an evil person. I tell him we are just flawed people.
After a decade of intentful detachment, my brother cracks open
his ribcage as it blooms like a flower from his sternum.
He says there is a sickness in his soul, and that I will
never truly know him.
My mother and father have had heads made of granite
since he has come home. There are heavy eyes shadowed with
bags made of storm clouds. They have prayed with their
clergy. They have contacted multiple attorneys.
My sibling is a storm that has wrought ruin, but
he can heal. His violent storm might sow a beautiful season
The warmth of his first real smile will bring upon renaissance,
and as the tears and snot seep into the soil of my shoulder
our cheeks may grow a vibrant emerald moss.
Categories:
accelerated, brother, drug, forgiveness, hope,
Form:
Free verse
There's a cloned avatar of the mystical moon
for dreamers in search of a beaming wave
amidst alienated alliterations,
waltzing in zig-zag within my cyborg mind.
I still find neon lights,
that teleport rhyme-less runes
to a realm of subtracted sorrow,
concluding splitting seconds
within divided despair.
Yet, when midnight melancholy multiplies,
murky minutes turn into jumbled jargon.
And Venus emanates clusters of sparkling rays,
flipping letters into endless equations
with amethyst auroras.
So tonight, I'll dance like a flying saucer~
to the magnetic tunes of swirling sapphires,
cosmically cruising above the cyber
canvas of accelerated dreams.
Categories:
accelerated, silver,
Form:
Free verse
I am not normal no one is ..
Far inside the feeling exists
Round and round I go over it
Where is it ?
It ceiced to be .. no bell ring
Engraved set thoughts to be
implicated into eachother
As they continue no matter
Links are made and i batter
Which arr the myths which are the truths ..
How bitter ... i may feel if I declare a myth from a glare
Acquire wits
Accelerated emotions ..
Bewildered if not listened
Obvious is already known
Feel so deep I hate to repeat ..
Perception is quick
Subconscious level is real ..
l
Converse and express
The emotions deflection..
With enthusiastic rhythm of convention..
Expecting returned mutual appreciation..
No recess
Just distress
thoughts are making
me feel lovely but also unordered. .. uterly groundless and bounded ..
My heart entangles
My thoughts hurt me , and its like subconcious bullets.. running through my neutral paths...
At last ... its hard maybe its better if you love your simple life , i am not like that ..
If you are me ,then you're welcome to engage and feel the words I now set free ..
Categories:
accelerated, confusion, identity, me, memory,
Form:
Free verse
Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of war and men
Progress accelerated through fields of gold
But at heart I am not old
I may sit by the window dressed in holiday attire
And my legs have become thin as wire
Amongst the fragrant lilies my family gave me to watch
I smell the dreaded aroma of mossback clothes
Fermenting old pudding idle and stale left in the bowl
But at heart I am not old
I hear the cries of sadness weeping into the afternoon
Have they cursed themselves for their inability to roam?
Helplessly strapped into a existence alone
Time passes with the speed of molasses
Lying beside the bed are the old mans glasses
But at heart I am not old
Human suffering lost floating in their room
In need to rest for this weary soul entombed
I can still remember parts of my younger days
My husband and the children we raised
Though I struggle to stand tall
I won’t fall
But at heart I am not old
Categories:
accelerated, life, peopleheart, old, heart,
Form:
Free verse
Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and see my shoes from above
My hair dances to the beat and the room grows smaller
As I fly away into space
I see the same things over and over and over and over
Little, burning, british styled cottages
What is it I’m waiting to see?
I dive into a cloud in search of what I know I will not find
My back aches as I reach for that I don’t know what;
I think I’m getting closer.
Over over here the air seems to be sweater
That, I think, is a sign I’m near.
It’s grimy, I’m flying on my tiptoes now. Tiptoes.
A ghost of sugar approaches me, with the sun as a head
I follow its finger and its mysterious direction and swim away
There! I’ve seen it! My heart takes the melody over
It is me who commands the tune! Pom-pom, pom-pom…..
As I grasp it I wait and wait and linger and remain
For the explosion.
I don’t know what to expect, its wrapping so beautiful!
From here, I Jazz my way down and fall back into this painful black shoes
But all is better now;
I Samba the day with a smile smudged on my features
I know there is Salsa in this world!
Then I walk down the street, moving my body
The Polkaing fingers won’t stop
They’ve been accelerated:
Tra la la la.
Categories:
accelerated, allegory, confusion, imagination, nature,
Form:
Free verse