Best Blackout Poems
I
Excellence in service, equalities
In society: access to every utility
Makes men and me dependent
Until depending on undependables
Makes us meek, mad or uncivilized
But for those accidental attractions
II
Like stars at night, without man's light
Beautiful, delicious darkness
Sets off the diamonds in domed Crown
Sliver of a moon makes memories
Old and new about the heaven, universe
Thank you South Africa (Eskom) for failures
Your corrupt business model takes us back
(to beauty as God meant it for we to see)
I have all but lost my faith,
And I am certain I never know
My Mind is the only safe escape-
As the Woes of Life doth take their toll
Lo, this World is all but fair!
(But 'tis only a brief, short-lived stay)
Oh, my Soul of sweet despair-
May the Hands of Death carry me away...
Dawn- Emily Dickinson
Night grows
So that we can touch
The spaces,
Time,
And faded midnight.
I sat in my room
Watching TV
When all of a sudden
Something tuned on the screen
A prison escapee not far from here
Was said to have been spotted somewhere near.
I boarded the windows
Locked all the doors
Closed all the curtains
And got to the floor
I told myself there was nothing to fear
For my parents would soon be here
I worried to much, I need to calm down
Until from outside, I heard a strange sound
The sound of nail screeching against the brick wall
It was nothing like I have ever heard, never at all
I thought my mind was playing games on me
Until I looked outside, not a single spot of light could be seen
Was I the only person left on the block
I started to worry, I stared at the clock
When would they get here, where could they be
Whatevers taking them so long, sure is a mystery.
I slowly walked down the dark flight of stairs
When I finally reached the bottom, I gasped for air
I had this strange feeling running through my gut
I knew something was happening, but what?
I heard another strange noise coming from outside
I ran to the living room, and slowly peeked outside
It was my parents car sitting in the driveway,
But wait, wait a second, where were they?
I did not hear the opening of the door
I did not hear their feet walk across the floor
Something was wrong, something was not right
I ran to my bedroom, and shut the door tight
I hid under my bed, shaking with fright
I knew I was going to die, when out went the lights.
Soaring like a bald eagle.
Regal the idea but its just,
a crow carrying stale bread.
An Invisible phantom, fathoms.
As though you were dead
But in my defenselessness
Think Try, Try Again
A seamless definition of insanity
Slurring’s of drunken profanity
not even fair, a novel without a hero
Sorry, for the digressing Nero.
The fearful darkness unharnessed
Apologies of bare assessment,
tolerable for living in a basement.
But thoughts of being, accused of murder.
Waking with no deadeye.
Whys are redundant?
Starring in your own calamitous whodunit.
A sobering promise, of never to do that again,
while the grey is washed away by the black.
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a gray day
Rain falls
so pleasant
WIND blows
so meek
Come
home
at
last
Hiding the past
Live fully
See the CENTER of what must be
Then do it.
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The island blackout
Allows to hear nature sounds
In the rainy night
I was in a bar
I was struck in the head
3 times
The knee
3 times
Didn't step back
Didn't go down
Striking stopped
I walked out
Don't know who hit me
Just know he was
lucky
Lucky he didn't
take on
a tough guy
Trees and branches sway.
The power has moved outside.
The house is too still.
A wren chirps sweetly,
defying chaotic winds--
innocent solace
I'm almost disappointed
when
the pot of tea is
off the stove.
I forgot
her.
She stands next to me,
unconvinced.
I step aside
and let her
weep and wail.
She's here
for a few more days
and I will
figure this out.
She was sick
for years.
2/21/2021
Credit: Someone You Love Is Gone by Gurjinder Basran, Page 13
Disastrous
upended
trajectory
again and again
bucking efforts
a palpable sense
shifted
knowledge
even among the most defiant
believe the writing is on the wall.
This world seizes to amaze me
as my hate grows stronger for my enemies
same old pattern day and night
so i wake up filled with hate as they constantly fight
i want to see everything black
no more comfort for the spoiled, immature and wack
no more drugs pumping in condemned vains
as the riot in the streets with flames
i cant stand this world im surrounded by anymore
Like the open mouth of an adulterous whore
no more will me ears abhore..
that useless and annoying clinking like a tiny woman stomping her heels in the floor
My God please turn it black
as black as the charcoal in sheols stomache that roars
i
cant
take
any
more
Blackout
In the darkness of the pupil
fragments of chaos float
like a life belt in a stormy sea
close enough
but at the same time
So far away
An eternal fight without a winner
Eyes never lie
Shadows sleep in them
and when I fall
and when I'm not in control
They are my home
But at this dead time of the night
Leaden clouds hide the moon
doing again
that Shadowhunter
feels like prey
When right became wrong
I do not know
There must be something in that darkness
Isn't that a twisted show
with long established roles,
They say "Fate" under their breath
When the sky is collapsing
they say
Better pray
Always the same..
BUT
You can't blame the blackout
what you don't know
what are you
Hunter or Hunting
Or both
dark tremors do take one to unlighted places,
what triggers this loss of our hold on the paces?
cold scared and alone in reality unknown,
yet still footprints i leave in a world of my own
drenched, shaking the chill off from journeys in stoned
waking dreams shatter faces of villains we know
UNSUPPORTED CODE
You're one of my favorite moments,
Always takes by me by surprise,
With a flick of the switch, whatever which,
You take all the light from my eyes.
Pure silence always follows,
Whenever our paths' do cross,
For only a moment, maybe another,
If only to ensure we're not lost.
Suddenly we become human,
Interacting through chit and chatter,
Out come the board games, maybe a book,
As if the world no longer matters.
With a flash you always depart,
Interrupting our humanity,
We return to our own, probably the phone,
Creeping back into insanity.
(C) 2016 PJ Bayliss