Best Bolt Poems
Something minute had been carefully tucked away, it was a nut
Got loose, rolled helplessly away, had no direction afraid, she shut
Her eyes, and slowly rolled towards a destined force,
An eager bolt nearby bolt gave her the eye, she thought to pause,
She looked at him said hi, but continued to roll and to strut,
The bolt flirted outrageously with this shiny nut, that felt
Maybe he should be bolted onto her, but quick action was now due
The feeling in his gut sent urgent message, he whispered to
the nut, that next door, there was an empty little hut, she thought a bit
But excited so surprised, she rolled her eyes, was not about to quit,
They tumbled and bumped and arrived at the hut together, at ease
but excited, she coyly asked, may we use a washer please.
A spark cast by a careless deed,
it catches fire and sparks twigs weed.
A hushed town that is dull at last,
a Careless deed, by a spark cast.
East winds howl to display their might,
and spout flames to a sturdy height.
Blaze any grace in that house foul,
to display their might, east winds howl.
Oh, fiery Fire, the town explodes!
with no farewell, let's hit the road.
One sleeps on tack others on dire,
the town explodes! Oh, fiery fire.
None shall remain where the wind passed,
this life, I think, can't be surpassed.
The town wept and the nation pain,
where the wind passed, none shall remain.
Written: October 05, 2022
Swap Quatrain Poetry Contest
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Jamaican Usain Bolt
Was found to be at fault
When he dashed off on a whim
No one kept up with him.
How was I to know a lightning bolt
would zig-zag into me? My body lies there on the ground,
a nurse, doing CPR.
Shocked voices. All eyes focused on the victim.
While over the way, I stand. Separate. Watching.
I move to tap a friend’s shoulder, saying, that’s me. But my hand
goes straight through. Spooked. Why doesn’t he know I’m here?
Floating upstairs, the foggy image of my legs, and physical self,
shimmer and disappear.
I find my wife on the other side of a wall. She’s reading,
to our youngest grandson. Bluish light shines around me,
clear and bright. But neither look up.
Suffused with pure love and energy, I’m attached
to everything, movement unrestricted.
Jolted back into my body, it’s agony. Sirens scream. Police .
Ambulance. Lights flash, white, red and blue.
Morphine. Sleep. Slow recovery.
But I’m not the same person. As a child,
I couldn’t stand classical music it. Hated the piano.
Now I ‘m driven to learn. That’s why I came back.
Taught myself to read music, plunked out tunes.
Still, destiny stalked the Concert Stage.
Music pours into me from dreams. Arriving so fast
I struggle to write it down.
I play night and day on an old instrument,
gifted my way.
A wide repertoire draws my concert fans.
People cry, have visions.
Moved by the frequency of the music.
While I shiver to think that, alive or
dead, there’s only a thread between.
Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through
at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff.
Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto -
Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough -
a clue to the catcher - this batter's toast.
Pickett lobs the pitch from high on his perch,
Meade smacks it past the church house roof almost -
a bolt from the Blue, Gray gets lost in the search
and Meade makes an easy trip 'round three bases.
Hancock is next and takes his turn with relief.
He whacks one to the pitcher of all places
running like blue blazes in disbelief.
He speeds to first base while Meade makes it on in.
Then Hancock circles the field - score is ought-two
As Pickett sits on the ball holding his shin.
In shock, he volleys a few words of blue.
The umpire approaches, a'raisin' his hands,
"I heard balderdash," he bawls with a frown.
"Game's called for cussin', but the score still stands."
Singing the blues, Graycoats hand over the crown.
New "toasts" of the town are Hancock and G. Meade.
They both talk a blue streak to boast of the coup.
Dazed by their disbelief, Graycoats recede.
And for weeks, Gen'ral Pickett's leg's - black and blue.
written 12 January 2015
Unfettered lightning lash through the fury of the rain,
Sizzle mouths dry with shock of glory.
Athlete that made our jubilee golden, mighty Usain
Inciting the petrified blend each new victory
Nested within love of hope and love of glory.
Bridge us through the overbrimming and the pride
Olympian, orbit history like a carpet before
Love's lesson cannot be spelt again. Be strongly sure
Thunder will not break the pact between possibility and dream.
ii
Usain Bolt, do you know what limit is in our flesh
Surfing on opponents wind strainless to the end
African panting away from the hard invisible mesh
Inflicting us with pain - memories with me contend
Naturally, for the ***** rises as human again.
Bold man of grace, runner with the panther's ease
Ovations rise from within and without the race
Laurels for the worth that we may not grovel on our knees
Triumph has many friends where love secures its place.
iii
Understanding only a form of speed tells nothing still
Simpler in the hearts denied a brighter beacon burns
A worth within the breadth and scope of human will
Insistent above the error of history, respect now earns
Nation and ***** a voice to speak in all the cause of man.
Bridge me then delight into the glory of your jubilee
Omit me not to light a princely tribute for your deeds
Lovelier than the loveliest of gazelle in raptured glee
Thundering in hostile skies where only lightning succeeds.
iv
Like a lightning bolt, it came,
a phone call from a man,
a call that rocked my world.
His words- my birth mother,
looking for me- and he found me.
Oh God, how could this be?
The only mom I know is
not the mother of my blood?
What is my real birth story!
Why was I left in the dark?
Oh, so many mysteries.
Do I have other siblings?
What will she look like- me?
How did I come to lose her?
But, now she wants me,
her child, her flesh, and blood.
How will I tell my 'mother'
I wish to meet my real mom?
She's the only one I've known.
What will happen to our long,
loving mother-daughter
thirty-two-year relationship?
Will she feel hurt and sad?
Can I love them both?
But, now 'she' wants me!
My mom wants to meet me!
What will I say to her? How
will I feel at the moment
I see her- our eyes meet?
So many emotions, so
many, many questions- and I
need all of those answers.
"Yes", I say on the phone.
"Yes, yes, I want to meet her!"
My heart feels something
I have never felt before-
a new beginning! Why, how,
when, where- I came to be-
by my real birth mom who still
wants me- cares about me!
July 21, 2016
~2nd Place~
Contest: Free Verse On Sadness
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 03/05/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Long Lost Family
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 09/02/2016
Theme: A mother searching for the child she gave up for adoption. Inspired by the TV show, 'Long Lost Family', always such bittersweet stories.
A bolt-on accessory capable of being
Bolted to truck without crumbling
One like a thunder bolt rumbling
On a hundred distant track
This thunder bolt is a super machine of sorts
Perfected into a system of receptacle ports
Bolt is an example of that perfection
Bolt has legs rather than tyre pegs
A perfectly sculpted knees rather than alloy wheels
Boltedly stable, dependable, reliable, efficient and magnificent
Technologically cutting-edge and blisteringly fast
Reminding all a 9.68 times past
A Ferrari ready to stand against the all deadly-bolted thunder
Mind you, humble not the thunder whose bolt you hear rumble
A gun boomed and rumbled all around
A swift bolt rumbles out of the blue
Vroom vrooom vroooom vrooooom……. A thunder bolt machine
Speed is his thrill
A lightning bolt more than a Ferrari?
Mind boggling, intriguing, captivating
Mr. Thunder Bolt you left a trail of devastation
What is your destination?
"An Olympic vacation sir, a trip from Kingston to London to blaze a new world record"
Well-done Mr. Thunder Bolt! See you again in Rio de Janeiro
Lightning, seemingly from hell
rained down on us one summer eve.
We expected to hear the death bell
toll as fire and brimstone we perceive.
We were scattered about the house
not accustomed to cringing at nature
The lightning popped constantly close
Reducing us minute by minute in stature.
When suddenly there was a crash
A loud boom and thunder roared
As a ball of electrified fire zoomed
through the screen porch and door.
It had hit the transformer pole outside,
Slid down the guy wire to the ground
hopped and skipped across green tide
before entering the house with sound
Sizzling, through the living room and hall
through the double wide door of dinette
making a hole the size of a basketball
by the kitchen door was as far as it could get.
The acrid smell was most too much to bear.
Left by the lightning bolt straight from hell
As it awarded destruction without want of care.
To give me a bit of nature, I remember well.
© Jun 21 2010 For John's "Fear" contest
He's in the starting position, he looks to the sky, kissing the cross around his neck
No time to joke he's representing the black, green and gold
His eyes fixed to the finish line
Winning is the only mission in mind
It’s time for business...the gun goes off ...he moves ...lightning fast
He's Bolt ...Jamaica to the world.
With a great big smile, he crosses the finish line no one to the right, no one to the left he knocks his chest
9.65 was his time
The stadium screams...flags in hand the black, green and gold
Jamaica …Jamaica "Bolt to the world " they shouted
He knows he's great
He has no limits
He celebrates with pride in true Jamaican style
The crowd calls out Bolt ...Bolt ...Bolt...he dances to entertain them to a dancehall rhythm
He knows he will be remembered as the king of sprint
The Jamaican legend
I am Usain Bolt the fastest man on earth
Love is a lightning bolt
This lightning bolt of love struck my heart in a flash;
Immediately I knew that you were the one.
From the first time is saw you, I would never give that image back;
There you were, hiding behind your smile, with your make up on.
I feel you every time we are apart;
I feel there is a place for you inside my heart.
I feel I have always been drifting alone in the dark;
I have loved you from the very start.
Can you feel the rain fall down all around us?
Can you hear the pain in my voice?
I am calling out for you in the thunder storms;
Come back into my arms, so I can rejoice.
Everybody needs somebody to love,
So never give up on love.
Love bursts from your heart from babe until dust;
Lay with me under linen sheets and I will be all yours.
It is always tough to be in love,
But it is always worth the fight.
The flowers at your feet could never be good enough.
They could never match your beauty or the aroma of your scent;
They could never be as beautiful as your eyes.
I think, I know, I want to lose myself with you my darling.
You swept into my heart like a knife through butter
And the shield I used to wear has now been disregarded.
Your love is sent from up above,
So I will cherish your heart like I cherish your love.
In a café in Paris we could have fallen in love,
If only we had taken our chances when we did.
We could have been in love before…
Do you remember that time in Spain? It began all this.
I have travelled the world just out of reach of your footsteps;
You were always one step ahead.
But you are the one I will never forget;
Our love is just the morning…let this day never end.
Love is the best thing that we can do,
So I will continue to love you.
In your beautiful soul, I find myself lost for words
…
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The sky has darkened, something is coming
Dread has entered my fearful listless heart
Beyond the horizon darkness has filled
Terror has become me, just every part
Feelings of delight can’t enter my soul
The effects of the darkness seeps in me
Then it happens, lightning strikes all around
Seeming like many dozens strike deadly
The yellow/gold lightening are mixed with red
Then thunder like you’ve never heard before
Comes bursting through your body thoroughly
The thunder seems to know, just what’s the score
Suffering the blast, the deafening sound
My eyes glare with red fire pasted within
No matter how often I blink it’s there
Image of crackling bolt of broken sin
A falter within its crushing bright blows
Also sounds that kills just as its own right
Power of the lightning, could it be saved
As prince of the fire, exposer of night
Could its power be infused with darkness
May the infinite grace of the lightning
Create hope for people instead of fear
Until then, this storm will be frightening
Russell Sivey
I walked a long time on this earth with blinkers on my eyes
When one day suddenly I was struck by a bolt from the sky
Hey you down there what do you think of yourself?
I’m going to take away your health and your wealth
I had strutted like a peacock and preyed like a panther
On the weak and the humble and on those who did’nt matter
Down went my scrips and I went broke
My heart could’nt take it and I got a stroke
Strapped to the bed, my body turned to lead
All I could wish for was to be dead
In my anguish I cried out aloud
Oh God if possible please lift up this dark cloud
I am sorry it is to you I have caused utter grief
Please give me another chance, I’ll turn over a new leaf
God made me swallow a bitter pill indeed
To put aright all my misdeeds
But then He took away all my ills
And within me a new spirit instilled
Electrical charged streamers
form zigzag pathway between earth and sky,
fireworks nature during a thunderstorm.
once the dolt's brain bolts, chaotic codes find no way to fade
once the dolt's tongue bolts, the Pentagon owes him a parade
what sort actually matches his review? toads croaking in the shower shade
and only those shape the true imagery of how he and his henchmen wade
under Mueller's investigation, against which they've tried every shabby charade
charade, charade, the botching of which is the dolt's lifetime trade