Best Amplifier Poems
HOT AND SUNNY
SUMMER,
SWEATS RUNNING
DOWN .
SITTING AND
STUUDYING IN
SCHOOL ,
WE GOT A GIFT .
A GIFT OF
EDUCATION , A GIFT
OF MANNERS,
A GIFT OF
KNOWLEDGE , A GIFT
OF DISCIPLINE.
THAT GIFT IS NONE
OTHER THAN YOU ,
WHO TAUGHT US
LESSONS AND
TOLD US FACTS NEW.
YOU NEVER
THOUGHT OF YOUR
HEALTH,
CAME EVERYDAY TO
GIVE US
EDUCATION'S
WEALTH.
YOU TEACH US,
MAGNETIC EFFECT
IN CLASS,
ALSO EVIL EFFECTS
OF BAD COMPANY ,
ELECTRIC
RESISTANCE IN
ELECTRICITY,
ALSO HOW TO
RESIST PROBLEMS IN
LIFE,
AMPLIFIER ,TRANSISTOR
IN ELECTRONICS ,
ALSO HOW TO RAISE
OUR CHARACTER IN
LIFE,
CHEMICAL BONDS IN
CHEMISTRY,
ALSO OUR BONDING
IN LIFE,
MOLES AND
MOLARITY IN
SOLUTIONS ,
ALSO HOW TO
MINGLE IN ANY
SITUATION .
CAN'T COUNT YOUR
TEACHINGS,
YOUR CHARACTER ,
YOUR DISCIPLINE,
CAN'T REMEMBER
EVERYTHING,
BUT THE GOLDEN
WORDS YOU SAID,
"NEVER COMPROMISE
ON CHALLENGES"
SIR YOU ARE A "
GENIUS"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My physics teacher's
name is SYED
YOUSUF SIR and he
is my fav sir!
You are special ,you are fine
You make this world shine
Inside of you a fire ,
You choose who in your heart you hire,
Put an invisible barrier
On every bully..
Just shut their amplifier!
Aim for the best
Never for less
Remember
You are blessed.
So,
The past has passed
Leave the worries to rust.
Clear your mind, Think clearly
Life is happy, live it freely.
Keep a positively set mind
Guaranteed you will stop feeling undefined.
If you need to refresh , take a nap
Take a deep breath, rise up
The only way is up!
Power in the night time
flowing down those pole wires,
bless electricity!
your breakers not thrown,
bright light for everyone to see,
bless electricity!
armature moves,
electro-mechanical,
bless electricity!
tesla coil fires,
transistors begin switching,
bless electricity!
amplifier energy,
music notes play,
bless electricity!
I want to make you laugh God
Have you ever laughed so hard that your belly hurts?
I want you to enjoy my poems because you deserve it God
God you know we earthlings always think we know what we are talking about
But a lot of times we have no inklings of what we debate about
We have a tiny idea of what we believe in
And we try to prove our point
But God, we only have just a little enlightenment
But we grab a hold of it and try to make it into a grand theory
God what about the time when we are so sure of what we are doing
That we begin to think that we are in control
Then boom - something goes amiss
And we call out to you “ help us”
And You come to our aid
So who is in control?
You
God , how about our belief in ourselves that we think we are so sufficient
That we think we can do all things
Make all things
Think of all things
-The grandeur of it all
We think we can make it all happen
In our systematic ways
We plan, organize, sketch out
Everything going down to the minute details
We have it going
But we forget that you are in charge of it
And we take the credit that you deserve
Like when we say we love you
But we don’t spend time with you
Or think about you
Or talk to you
Or show you
How many times God?
How many times we said that we will do that for you
But we put it off
We don’t have all the answers but we think we do
We don’t have any possessions but we think we have
We don’t know that
-the only possessions we have are stored up in heaven
We can accumulate them here on earth
To be stored by you
And You will show us how to get it
Do it, actualize it
You are the perfector
You will complete what you started in all of us
Organizer, Redeemer, Achiever
Accomplisher, Planner, Executor
You are all in all in us
Faithless, faithful, undecided
You are the Creator of us all
And you are forever faithful
Forever exalted and glorified
Forever Our All-Mighty, Absolute Being
Our Jehovah, Infinite Spirit, All-Knowing
Forever our Greatest King
Magnifier, Justifier, Amplifier
You are all
Oh, our Good Shepherd
We lift up your name
God you are
All
And here we thought we are all
That is my contribution for today
Hope you enjoy it
Will make you laugh more tomorrow
Love, your reserveless admirer
Insistent analyzer
Persistent assister, attainer, attempter
Forever love
-Yours
There once lived a dude in Verona
Who spent hours upon hours on the phone-a
His ears they caught fire
Needs a special amplifier
While watching TV in his kimono
© Jack Ellison 2015
The perfect storm
rising from the bed
where i pretend i sleep
spotted in a sea
millions of words deep
do i dare to dream?
for years i screamed a warning
through my amplifier pen
my life and love your push and shove
and the places i have been
everything's past tense
there's the way things are
and the way they should be
but the past is a prison
and there isn't a key
rear projection tomorrow
in the past i am a flower
in the future i was a seed
the warmest winter of my life
just before the summers freeze
the compass needle spun
now the waters stand to rise
from hard rains fallen in my blood
pooling into who i am
about to make my dreams a flood
i am the perfect storm
and if the rivers overflow
and come and quench my land of drought
will you admit you're wrong and drown?
or will you called to be pulled out
from a one way street
A misted view of a bedroom cloth is really a cloak having a smoke. A range of fathomable feline feminine is felt and smelt. In a blood arch turning twisting. Take take take. Trapping then. Be nil beer. And be no bee in a bath. No no no. A fragrant wrath exposing experience. And a pinnacle of painted pain pleasing pleasurably. And a sanctimonious tissue skirt and a pint sized foetus embellishing an otherwise jeopardized environment. Beak no beaker. Brake no bomb. Cave it is within curves. Shitter shatter curtains. Blowing. Booming. Should scream school scatter scared shitless Shirley ship. And an interestingly printed power scarf interlocking and bricking for formation of bridges. Walking. Whistling. Walking. Widely. What whale which white winches. How remarkable it is then. An internally adjusted instrument. Strum in tum. Tuning. Turning. How fantastic the news. And how globally positioned is the equilateral equator of a new planet and a ten mile sun. In a minute. Fraction friction friends. Haha historical houses. Hahaha seed stem. Xxxxx vertiginous video xxxxx amplification z
Stomp Stomp
Why are stomping?
You don't even live here!
Mutter Mutter
Would you stop muttering?
It's not making yourself look too sane
Stomp Stomp Skip
Watch out for that boot toe
We wouldn't want you falling on your crazy face
Mutter Mutter Curse Word
Hey Hey now! Don't make me kick you
Do you think I like your butt being here? There are things to do
Stomp Stomp
Oh, now you want to talk decently?
"This should fix everything - You're getting an amplifier"
Mutter Mutter
Now it's I who is muttering
Disagreement This will work for a couple of days
Stomp Mutter
We're both unhappy
This relationship can't continue much longer
Mutter Stomp
Yes I guess I'll call you
See you next week. Buh Bye now
Stomp Stomp
Oh well hello! You're back
I was worried about you
Mutter Mutter
Hey Hey now! It's not my fault!
you work for them.
There once lived a dude in Verona
Who spent hours upon hours on the phone-a
His ears they caught fire
Needs a special amplifier
While watching television in his kimono
horrible tasting gum, lindsey lohan’s
wretched lipstick choice, jack-o-lanterns,
fat tabby cats (with stripes), monarch
butterflies, chester cheetah (with spots),
nicki minaj sporting her orange weave,
johnny rotten seemingly having washed
his head in orange sewage, orange
creamsickle, sweet potato fries, guitar
amplifier company, a basketball,
pumpkin spice votive candles, the
color of a “high” supposed terrorist-
attack level in the US circa bush &
now phased out (4/27/11), cattleya
aurantiaca, navels & blood oranges
(amidst 10 zillion other kinds).
What one deeply thinks, feels
is published to the Universe;
the mind, a viewing screen...
and heart, it's amplifier – the
current, that of a soul longing,
seeking its path of return;
the outer-world, a distorted
reflection of our spirit-nature;
the Inner-divine, our only
truth of conscious being...yet,
we continue to don a sleeping
Costume of Lies –
Remarkbly convincing, its an act of if you can,
if you can see threw the air brushing marks of imperfections
You can start to notice a common marking almost like a reflection
showing only when the attention is brought
not saw by untrained eyes the truth is much, deeper than that
the air brushing that's just the speakers the amplifier is behind,
see look closely focus on what's behind all this commotion
The Air brushing is just a distraction far from the truth really.
Old Bolsanaro wishes he was, and takes strides to become, a fictional character as a way to promote more predictable backlash from his invasive, divisive and inflammatorily abusive comments—you know, to make a level playing field and billiard table smooth backboard for his me-against-them game of basketball. A wealthy slob such as him whose shrewd post-modern financial skills extend not beyond personal aggrandizement into the ‘for the public good’ realm as implicitly promised by what seems to have been an epoch ago when he snatched victory from the hand of a former First Lady, to say nothing about the his recent failed victory snatch, has plowed the net worth of countless thousands of homeless people into the creation and deployment of an amplifier to blast the sound of his one hand clapping in much the same way the Communists continually saturated the soundscape of the populace with their brand of propaganda. Your five point safety harness, designed to assure that you arrive intact, will do nothing should you, or your seatmate, have undiagnosed severe motion sickness that is revealed during this rollercoaster ride we know as the 24 hour news cycle that opened not that many decades ago but has yet to receive any scheduled maintenance.
Born of stardust to experience duality.
Should I thank my Ancestors for providing a path to me?
They say sweet baby don't you cry.
But I don't know how to lie.
They say an empty vessel makes too much noise.
But I don’t know how to fill it with my voice.
They say look before you leap.
But I am afraid I will fall in too deep.
They say seek the daily truth.
But I am afraid it won't suit.
They say the tone of your voice speaks louder than your words.
But I have an amplifier with me to be heard.
They say an ounce of protection is worth a pound of cure.
But I have none of the symptoms for sure.
They say listen to your heart's melody.
But I have a brain to follow my heresy.
They say temper your ego for it does not know divine timing.
But I love me being me in finding.
They say put your best foot forward.
But I love to read books with no foreword.
They say explore all paths and leave no stone unturned.
But I love to get lost in the woods in turns.
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss.
But I proclaim so do the stones that cost.
They say temper your ignorance, superstition and fear.
But I proclaim to be present here to be rid of fear.
They say being part is being whole.
But I proclaim everything is the same in the blackhole.
They say push the envelope
But I proclaim it is better first to say hello.
They say listen to your heart and intuition.
But I seek the proper instructions.
They say don't stop believing.
But I seek fulfilled living.
They say wrap your troubles in dreams and dream them away.
But I seek clarity when I am awake.
They say see the true colors and hear the true sounds.
I now know that is the source of true surrounds.
They say time shall heal all wounds.
I now know patience is a key to making mounds.
They say all is well that ends well.
I now know there is no journey, it's all destinations.
They say bridge the gap.
I go to formless from form.
They say inform yourself to reform yourself.
I go into the void where there is no self.
They say better late than never.
I go where there is no time.
Thank you for holding the truths and sowing tender love.
Now it's my turn to shine the light and reap tenderly in the Gardens of Thoughts.
No more fear
of what I might hear
My ears filter out the rot
'cos my hearing is shot
I only listen to what I truly desire
Ha, ha ~ My device has an amplifier