Best Batteries Poems


Premium Member BATTERIES NOT INCLUDED

As time shortens
The aisles fill
Hollow-eyed scavengers
Prowling ransacked shelves
The challenge
Of the “tic-toc” clock
Santa will get the credit
They will get the debit
As they sit deluded
Batteries not included

Premium Member Batteries Not Included

Batteries Not Included


They sit – idle memories – languishing
crusted filth - a city’s weeping gutters.
Detritus of fast food disposal clings
to scentless bloodied thorns of tear soaked rose,
future maple trees sailing sewer bound,
adrift on a city’s polluted dreams.

Yellow lights a-swirl on oil slickened streets
highlight a scrawny stalking alley cat
sad mime back arched on a red brick facade.
Cold shush of tires on icy pavement
hissing at the joy of dancing snowflakes,
chilled chatter of recycling’s shopping carts.

Barrier reefs of soft restaurant lights
deflect the silent hardness of the night.
Wet dogs shiver in the blue cell phone light,
taut leashes battling absent owners
check for “Pee-mail” on  “Face Book” fire hydrants.

Puddles torment the feet of passersby,
tempting the feet of children and adults
dampening the spirits of the homeless.
Gutters, siphoning off a city’s soul,
seeking salvation from a moonless night
in search of a coldly distant sunrise.



12/27/2016

submitted to – Form – B – Poetry Contest

Premium Member Recharging My Batteries

Doors locked
blinds closed
removed the plug
from the telephone.

No one home.



Peter Dome.copyright.2014 .Jan.
© Peter Dome  Create an image from this poem.


Batteries Not Included

“Batteries not included,” She said.
Which seemed obvious to me;
Maybe a reason she was unwed,
I mean how laconic can one be?

Till to wind her up you know I thought,
Without them batteries knowing;
And yes a charge so I got
As I tried to get her going.

Maybe I could plug her in
And she would get a tiny boost;
All I hoped for was a simple grin,
And so it was, her I goosed.

Yeah, old batteries not included, man,
Suddenly seemed much more sunny;
A good goose and here I am,
Living with the Energizer Bunny.

Premium Member Need New Batteries

Here's a story that's one for the books
A tale that's really quite odd
Turned out the lights in our hotel room
And journeyed to the land of Nod

Woke up next morning bout seven a.m.
Anxious to get back on the road
Packed our things and went to check out
Started to get a feeling of forebode

Doors to the lobby were locked up tight
Not a soul to be seen anywhere
Thought to myself this is really strange
Usually there's people everywhere

Noticed the watch on my wrist had stopped
It was reading five fifteen AM
Damn thing needs new batteries I thought
So we get back on the road again

Not a lot of cars which seemed a bit strange
It was still pretty dark outside
Passed a sign which gave the correct time
And I couldn't believe my eyes

Nearly ran off the road as I checked it out
Five twenty-four the sign read
The clock in the room was out by two hours
Could've still been asleep in bed!


© Jack Ellison 2013

My Batteries Are Dead

Love is like a remote
It's never there when you look for it
But once you find it
And push its buttons
You gain control


Premium Member Batteries Not Included Ae Freislighe

So you will know finally 
use your ears ‘til they’re boiling;
Gather knowledge faithfully 
until that skill set’s glowing;

Soon you will be addicted 
to this creative bouquet;
Batteries not included,
got to walk down this highway.

Premium Member The elevator man

He was fearful that if he fell asleep,
lithium batteries in his cells would leak.
A new prescription his psychiatrist wrote
and that's how he started on Depakote..
His ups and downs were hard to endure.
One day he seized on the kitchen floor.
There wasn't a history of seizures before.
In time he grew so darn depressed that most
mornings he could barely  get dressed.
His psychiatrist put him on Vraylar.
Soon he was flying high, like a rock star.
Eventually became delusional and wrecked his car. 
The psych. scribbled while drumming one thumb,
and put him back on his  Lithium.
People stop blaming "the elevator man."
He's taking his meds. He sticks to the plan.

Premium Member Batteries

These power packs come in sizes that are various.
The contraptions they supply energy to are numerous.
In flashlights, hearing aids, calculators, and radios,
among other things are where a battery goes.
Direct current comes in D, C, double and triple A.
There are rechargeable ones, and alkalines you throw away.
Each convenient little dry cell entity,
provides an easy means of electricity.
Batteries give machines portability.
What is now commonplace was once a luxury.
One thing has been noticed by this poet.
Batteries are zapped of their strength before you know it.
They do not seem to have too much energy.
Ones we buy today are of inferior quality.
In a short time, I go back to the store,
and spend a small fortune to get some more.

No Batteries Required

It’s hard to find a toy
That doesn’t run on double A’s,
A toy that lets imagination
Rule how someone plays.

I’m sick of toys that talk or sing
Or oink or quack or moo
And that’s the iceberg tip
Of what these modern toys can do.

A simple truck or doll or train
Lets children take control
As they navigate a made-up world - 
And isn’t that the goal?

For those bells and all those whistles
They would likely leave behind
If presented with a good old-fashioned toy,
So hard to find.

Premium Member Batteries

Batteries

Included with your purchase, 
items of importance, 
things you might
have forgotten, 
at the last minute. 
Gifts that have…
no marked down price, 
no lesser quality, 
and a shelf life, 
longer than bread. 

                         A kiss, 
                         a hug, 
                        a smile,	
 			a laugh, 
    a hand written note, a hand drawn 
    picture, a made up joke, a poem, a 
     song, a Chinese hand cuff, a film 
                        fish for 
                         your 
                         hand, 
                        a saved 
                        hanky, 
                         in a 
                          red
                        velvet,
                         fine 
                        jewelry 
                         box…

One, two, three, 
many, many, generations, 
cherished together, 
history and tradition,
savored and spared, 
by Our Savior, 
paid for with
“Grace”. 
Something 
we could never, 
understand. 
Only 
that we, 
are 
His!
© Ann Foster  Create an image from this poem.

Where Are the Batteries

It is more often true than not,
Batteries are not included
For this, I can empathize 
It's hard when you are excluded!

If batteries are found missing
Please put some in, without adieu
They are deserving to be there
And it's just the right thing to do!
© Pat Adams  Create an image from this poem.

Lithium Batteries

He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a tree with a
tethered horse.
Perfect likeness to the
real thing.
His mindset was off the grid
Something that would 
add to securing people
By giving them access to
by monitoring those unseen parts
of there property
He'd walk the horse and dog to
The tree and leave them there
Even the tree could walk
They were programed with
a honning device that
adhered gps monitoring
and cameras
Folk got wind of these devices
and people started looking
at his inventions differently
Someone found away to control
the horse, dog, and tree
through usage of remote control
He didn't install a overhaul switch
and by the time things happened
it was to late.

From the novel, "Fiance-man.....Fiancee-woman
Written by Joseph William Curtis IV  and
Alexander Francis Muttlle - Brime

Batteries Not Included

No Phone an no Facebook,
I got nuthin t' haul,
I'm carryin only,
My heart full of love,
an' that weighs nuthin at all.
No i Pad or i Pod,
No tablets for me,
Jus' got me memories,
I'm travelin' light as can be.
Don't 'ave a gameboy or PS3
Aint an XBox registered to me.
Some chalk and a pebble out in the street
Chalked up numbers and hopped on your feet.
Drew a circle on the ground,
All the kids crowding round, just to see,
Who was best at playin' allies,
Sometimes it was me.
Flat *** packets, we knew all the brands,
If you flicked and covered one or two,
They were soon in your hands.
For hours we played at the corner,
The winners would shout with glee,
The game only over when called in for tea.
The girls did the rope skipping, They could juggle too,
Two and three balls against the wall,
Then up went a leg and down went a ball,
Caught by deft hands as it came off the wall.
Three bits of kindling and one for the top,
The game of cannon as I recall,
They were placed against the wall, 
Knocked down with a ball, 
© Dave Timperley October 2018

"without Batteries"

About four years ago when I first lost my dad..
Grief stricken and shocked and way to sad..
As days passed my wife would tell me that this
snow globe we had would some times play..
I would always shug it off and go my way..
As weeks passed and life seemed a litle brighter..
I would sit at this piano and play to a mood  so lighter..
As I finished I got up and walked across the room..
I turned to hear Fur Elise being played in tune..
I picked up the snow globe to turn it down...
Only to realize there were no batteries to be found..

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