Best Ejecting Poems
It would be fine indeed,
if we could wash out the mind
each morning.
Thoughts get stale,
the mind like an air deprived swamp,
begins to stink,
and the only way
to go out into the world anew
is in the same way
our souls came into it.
It is wise to swill and pour,
flush and evacuate,
drain and empty,
tip and spill,
ejecting all that collected piss
we’ve been carrying around,
for so many yesterday -
that overfull pot
we call our feelings.
From Edinburgh’s Waverley to Kings Cross
At journey's rest before terminating chaos,
Winding through the serene countryside
Spying a glimpse of the North Sea tide,
Rolling along in my soul a rhythmic song
Dismissing the world and all that’s wrong,
At our head the streamline ‘Silver Link’
Amazing speed pressure gauge to the brink,
There I was with pad and my faithful pen
A number one hit it was way back then.
‘Mighty engine wayward theme
Piston rods ejecting steam
Vibrant alive this the motion
From city town to the ocean
Feeling now the huff and puff
Screaming whistle growls and guff
Enduring rhyme upon the track
Rhythm of the clickity clack.’
Flying Scotsman express service between
London and Edinburgh and vice versa,,
Silver Link one of the 32 A4 Pacific locomotives
that pulled the express the 396 miles non stop
at speeds of 110 to 120 mph and this the 1930's
© Harry J Horsman 2015
Hawaii's Kilauea volcano erupted,
as lava flowed over its cauldron!
The quiescent
Goddess awakes!
What once was a placid pool of liquid lava,
has morphed into a geyser of magma.
And it's ejecting molten plumes of rock
high into the atmosphere, lighting up the night.
When Gaia flows into the sea,
is she giving birth to the land?
Time contradicts;
permanency.
In the morning I heard the tea pot singing,
With the amber liquid sizzling,
Saw spouts of vapor ejecting,
With a sweet aroma tickling.
While pouring my cup of steaming tea,
Adding some cream, a little sugar and stirring it
I thought of the magic effect it brings,
Reviving us on every morning and keeping us fit.
As we sip it while we scan the news paper
We feel the early languor being lifted,
Keeping us hydrated throughout the day,
With our cognitive abilities liberally assisted.
I feel there is nothing like a cup of well blended tea,
For a tired soul to enliven his body.
It’s delicious taste and delicate fragrance,
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy!
It’s a heavenly drink for the torpid minds,
A beverage brewed from the best of leaves.
A magic potion for the feverish lips,
Which in tiresome hours, everyone craves.
Sure, teatime is the most pleasant family time.
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer and cementing relations.
Certainly, it’s a time to look forward with glee.
My love
for you
happened
like
a photon
strike,
ejecting
electrons
of desire
into my
beating
heart,
flooding
veins
with fire.
Zepto-
second*~
a sliver
of time
faster than
the blink
of my
eye**;
as power-
full as
Cupid's
arrow
hitting
its mark
invisibly.
*The zeptosecond is a unit of time equal to 0.000 000 000 000 000 000 001 seconds, that is, 10?²¹ seconds. It's the smallest sliver of time yet measured and corresponds to the amount of time it takes for the electron to be ejected after the photon strike.
**On average the human blink lasts only a tenth of a second which is 100 milliseconds.
RAINS REBELLING,
RIOTS RAKING-
WINDS WEEPING,
WEATHER WEATHERING-
THUNDER TEARING,
TEMPERATURES THREATENING-
LIGHTNING LIQUIDATING,
FIRES FLICKERING-
SUN SEDUCING,
ECOSYSTEM EDGING-
EARTH EJECTING,
STORM STAMPING-
GEOGRAPHY GESTICULATING,
SCIENTISTS SEEKING-
CLIMATE CHANGING
MAN MOURNING:
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Mom: My Beauteous Lucky Charm
I came alone in this beautiful world,
And I have to leave this world alone.
Nowhere in this journey of life I wanna lack,
I have to live the life with its full spirit and wanna carry happiness in my sack!
Refreshing the moments when,
Two souls flamed in passion of love.
Merging the sperm and ovum.
Formation of egg, Resulting into a developed embryo,
They Created me!
Irritating my mom right from the start,
Ejecting me out and my mom is in pain.
Getting emotional around,
Both of us burst out in tears.
Sorry Mom I won't hurt you again!
Its the feeling which nobody can damn understand.
Connecting me around herself,
Introducing me with my dad,
Whatsoever I just love my Mom.
She is the one who caressed me,
She is the one who cuddled me.
She is one who actively participated in my activities,
She is the one who holded me happily ever.
She is the one who made me strong enough to tackle the things,
She is one who supported me when I need it.
Encouraged me, My energizer,
Dramatically she is the one who made me laugh when I am sad.
Thanks mom for whatever you, kind-heartedly shower!
When the moon fades, She started my day with a bright sunshine,
She never wanted to leave me alone.
She is one who gifted me my younger brother,
She is the one who taught me to value relationship.
She is one who controlled my patience when l am flaming in aggression,
Feeling glad to be a part of your soul.
Ferociously I flowed in your love,
Thanks Mom, As You bestowed priceless gift of blessings!
Her expectations l just wanna fulfil,
But be yourself, I pray god.
Don't change yourself according to the circumstances,
She is the one who tried to mould herself when the entire family is in sustained pain.
Hugging you, Releasing my thoughts,
Wanted you to be mine , My Sweetest Mom ever.
By Madhavi
Resignation
R ejecting meaningful dialogue renders accedance Refuse Resignation
E xpunges active participation results in Resist Repel
S ubmissive surrender and timid compliance Recognize Reconsider
I nternalizes external power introjects Reject Repudiate
G rants power impairs self-actualization Revolve Reorganize
N eglects free will and freedom Resolve Reform
A cceptance on the other hand Activate Acceptance
T ranscribes approval into acknowledgement Advocate Advance
I nstitutes choosing arguments carefully Address Adjust
O ccupies engagement reflection self-control Appreciate Assemble
N ever give up therefore and negotiate acceptance Appropriate And Awaken
Acceptance
#### Swamming Sea Turtles ~ Inspiring beauty!! ####
Solacing the land,Coast to coast,
Love, fire and Toast to toast,
Erotic Love ~ The god's gift resulted into Young baby chap!!
Sea bracing golden sand,
Sun blossomed with the early dawn,
Carapace shell ~ Turtle mingled with the outside world easily!!
With the early day spring,
Rose to fame on the Sea shore,
Peck on cheeks ~ Baby turtles ejecting out of the shell!!
Moonlighting the world of parents,
Holding the fragile soft feet,making insane,
Blessed armour ~ In its peer way, removing the blues down the lane!!
Twinge of guilt, Parents pays,
Moving slowly and steadily blinking the rays,
Finding hard, trying to hold them,
Thatcher moment ~ To act in a sensible way!!
Dainty delicated tender arms,
Ohh my sweet little lucky charm,
Fueled up energy,triggered my heart,
Chyming Heart ~ You Resolved the riddle of my life!!
In an autumn,
Prairie grass lying at the base of elevated mountains,
The words melted in my mouth,
Pleasant sheathe ~ Enrapturing attention seeker, You flared my cotton sky!!
Oh my rabbit eyes,
You changed my world!!
Luminous asteroid ~ Miraculously, You changed the stars of my planet!!
A prudent man walked intoxicatedly inside the temple gate
He sits on the door steps and hang his head shamefully
between his legs and whistle a somber tune.
The skillfully crafted temple hoisted on the outskirt of town
Once served as a pinnacle of hope now stands empty exposing signs of doom.
Thousand of spiritual warriors, carnal minded and material minded sinners
once paraded the corridors of the disfigured temple
Bathing in the spirit and dancing vigorously to musical songs.
I watched him lamenting in grief unable to hold back the tears
He held his hands towards the heavens and cried out loudly in despair.
Suddenly the day breaks ironing guilt upon shameless faces
Mocking perishing souls, smothering wounded hearts
And repudiating punctured bleeding vessels in the pews.
The blistered irony resonates from the pulpit
Spewing liquor, intoxicating believers and driving away strangers.
Age old rocks buried deep beneath the kingdom of doom
playing rock and roll at the piano and mumbling scores of honor.
It dribbles and drops, dribbles and drops until it finally made a stop.
Dozens of mighty men hang high up on the pulpit
Filthy hands, disdained hearts and treacherous ways.
They have blemished the pulpit and mutilated the pew.
Sin drapes like gangster in suits crawling under skirts
riding on collars ejecting deceptive agony
in the pews and turned the congregation into a bitter gall.
I sat in the pews for years listening to their stories
watching the endless drama pushing and shoving
bad mouthing and back stabbing and them praising their God
While unseemly retribution creeps silently upon their doorsteps.
Blinded by their own tyranny frighted by their own thoughts
Sunday after Sunday they flock the temple seeking for something that wasn't there
Suddenly a strange sensation ripped through the atmosphere
Pulling saints off their feet
And scattering material minded people in the streets.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Mighty engine wayward theme
piston rods ejecting steam
vibrant alive this the motion
from city town to the ocean
long gone now the huff and puff
screaming whistle growls and gruff
enduring rhyme upon the track
rhythm of the clickety clack.
© Harry J Horsman 2010
Your nothing but a nobody
Tryin’ to step to somebody
Swaggerin’ with your bling-bling glistening’ in the shade
Sportin’ last year’s Jordan’s with untied laces
Spittin’ venom and ejecting weak game
Day dreamin’ fantasies…talkin’ jive
Pushin’ hard to be my hero
Camouflaging deceit drippin’ out of your grill
Your fizzle drizzled when I found out you didn’t have a nickel
Revelation you’re a counterfeit, a lonely cowardly zero
Standing like a canine waitin’ for its lay
Standing tall, howlin’ at the moon
When the steel the rubber hit the road you shiver like a poodle
You’re trifflin’ and petty
And bets believe every dog have its day
Your spine jellin’ like a noodle
It's time for you to pay!
Pay for all the crimes that occupied the night
That robbed babies emotionally from their mothers
With the lies, they gullibly bite
Because of your smooth ways they believed the hype
Reversing roles
Your gangster is undercover
Of a bully that takes flight
A mingy mutt tryin’ to front like a dime
Driving a hooptie, like a hustler off dutie
With your lame rap and lies
From humanity and righteousness, you went astray
Spreading disease and vileness like a wild bouquet
Bow down to the judgment
It's time to pay!
I walked knowingly into the trap
as a boat sails over Charybdis.
Afraid of showing tell-tale marks
up and down my arms.
I gave in to the lesser evil,
went astray, searching indiscriminately for an escape.
My search lead me to a certain type of website.
Taking refuge in my libido,
I removed my clothes, alone.
My body laid bare, for the asking.
My hands requesting to obediently serve,
on anonymous screens, no compensation required.
A grave and pendulous weight dragging between my legs.
The cucumbersome weight of my cathartic defilement.
A diseased organ between my ears.
Caught in that black hole,
my soul’s spaghettification.
Time wore on, the unseen eyes multiplying.
Demands getting out of hand,
stretching even the limits of my self-destruction.
“It’s 1:30 pm, gimme some lunch.”
“It’s 7:30 pm, I’ve got a sweet tooth.”
“It’s 11:30 pm, show me a story?”
“It’s 3:15 am, help me get some sleep?”
Even my pain drained away from me,
as my insides had, without count.
My soul, also ejecting away from me in fragments.
The catharsis transmuted into self-hate,
and so the coil twisted tighter,
I’d mistaken that numbness for catharsis.
Piece by piece becoming a useful, well used vessel.
A brush with death saved my life.
Seizing my mind and body
in every sense I could illustrate.
A convalescence began, seeding love.
My once desolate heart, fallowed, now fertile.
Love now sustains me. Though I’m a vessel still,
but now for healing, knowing shame intimately, without terror.
I bring it into the light, letting compassion overflow.
Cycling forward to completeness once more, finally whole again.
What can I do? I’m helpless
Witches are stuffing my brain with straw
Pernicious thoughts raining spurious angels-
Sons of bloodsheds, their beautiful faces
Wait for a cab sailing to perdition.
My organs are atrophied as head swells
Like a big bug, spreading its wings and ejecting
Bad fumes on the inebriate city malls, and
Levitates between yes and no
Sorry, from today, on principle, I’m your foe
Sorry, I must kill you, my chips dictate so.
I ‘m duped by Macbeth’s witches, I have
Killed Banquo on a barren heath to fulfill their
Prophesies; strange delusions release their
Sperms in my innards to fructify evil plan
To stop the future coming on the earth-face
To stop the riverflow, to stop the human grace.
I am barren, nothing restricts me to kill
Grenades command me, bullets demand dues
Missiles fall like crackers at the wedding
I have sinned, nukes cry wolf, battalions move
I have sinned, birds lose nest, babies mother
I have to shoot the first shadow of my father
I have sinned; I have to blast my twin brother.
What can I do? I’m helpless
Girls are ravaged by squiggling worms
Widowed Cats are seeking hearth
I have sinned, world waits a second birth.
and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
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