Best Electric Poems
Now Santa is getting eccentric
His sleigh is now fully electric
He made Rudolph retire
Pressed the red button - ‘Fire’
His world then went totally hectic
He searched for a roof with snow clearing
And found a good landing site nearing
First attempt was a mess
He had no GPS
And no reindeer doing the steering
There was no choice; he had to go back
But he felt he was getting the knack
He then, feeling bolder
Looked over his shoulder
And demolished the next chimney stack
Rudolph, eating sprouts and not grass
Had seen these events come to pass
He helped Santa out
But ate one more sprout
And then put a flame to his ass
“By God, that’s one hasty arrival,
Could you please ensure my survival?”
And Rudolph said, “Sire
I shall stoke my fire,
But promise our team a revival.”
So up in the sky, roof to roof
Relying on sleigh-ski and hoof
Santa got his job done
With a smidgen of fun
And sometimes a butt going ‘poof!’
The Body Electric
Oh those lovely vibrant auric hues
emanating energy from the etheric body,
from the power of the spinning wheels,
each chakra our passionate souls relay
through unseen radiant colors
vibrating at higher frequencies than
our eyes can detect in an aura of
colored lights that shares our emotions,
our thoughts, spiritual, and physical wellbeing.
Each color transponds to our body's
seven chakras of red from the root,
orange from the sacral, yellow from the navel,
green from our heart chakra, blue from our throat,
and indigo from our third eye, lastly purple/white
from our crown chakra a special camera can capture.
Our visual, audial and tactile sensations
transform our aura colors instantly.
Peaceful and melodic music will convert
colors to a calming blue hue. Upbeat music
will transform to hues of red and yellows.
Love vibrates in orange and reds or deep pink.
If you want a rainbow of colors to gift you with
total balance view a peaceful scene,
watch a good movie, read inspiring poetry,
listen to beautiful tunes, or take some time
to meditate, become serene...
and your aura will reflect a
kaleidoscope of colors.
We are the masters of our moods,
the creators of our colors.
1-18-20
Not for the Contest...I goofed with more than 25 lines.
My thanks to this website for the aura picture:
https://hqhealing.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/aura.jpg
I'm sure this has happened to most of you
You come up with this brilliant thought
Before you have a chance to write it down
It vanishes like a shot
You try and try so hard to remember
This amazing new invention
But your mind's gone south for the summer
And has no capacity for retention
You start to sweat and feel the panic
It was a marvellous new discovery
It was going to change the way of the world
But the odds are slim for recovery
You consider the electric shock treatment
By sticking your finger in a socket
Thought better of it coz your hands were wet
And your hair would take off like a rocket
So you resign yourself and figure it's gone
Suddenly it pops back in your brain
The thing you were trying to remember so bad
Was your mother's and father's last name!
© Jack Ellison 2013
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
“Waiting in the Soul Electric”
We all drown
in the red madness
sometime
Crying oceans
of saltwater
we tear
Like torn pages
we rise rebellious
on all the blazing currents
floating on a thin simile of Life
kissing the Bluebird’s Wings
as innocent as an angel sings
confessional as a demon swings
pirouetting in our flaming
feathers of freedom
we joust like eagles
that dare with such hunger
for the most important things -
for the most important things,
are not things...
we are harm and hatred
all the wasted years thinning
all the mirrors useless
facsimiles shattered
hearts that were frozen
become quills royal veined
writing bonfire vanities
keeping scores
burning, we are hard steel
we do not melt
in the hot air up there
we do not open
we are closing doors
windows blinds drawn
Invisible dissolves
the ink tattooed
on all our tongues
What is read
is not seen by eye
nor heard
Inside us
there waits the truest
crown sensate
there ignites the real meaning
there Love finally opens
the pearled gates
waiting
in the soul electric
ultra violet, cool it burns
bathed in light, soothing
open arms patiently waiting
like a parent
alone
waiting
for you
to melt
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Late at night
hearts pounding
heads in the stars
Three young me
head over to the local diner
Their bodies are in one place
but their souls are somewhere else
The cloak of night surrounds them
As they journey to their destination
Laughing out loud
They light up the darkness
In this Unreal City
the taste of unreality
may be just what is needed
Auto lights are reflected
on the asphalt
The asphalt homeland
where these youths
are living out their fantasies
and enjoying laughter
The laughter of youth
He inspires my creativity
Serving delicacy at midnight
While he holds me so tight
Let's me know of my beauty
Protects me through the night
Taking me to the heavens
Showing me such splendor
High up with the celestial bodies
Shining brighter than all the stars
Caressing my contours
Flowing with my curatures
Taking note of my equations
Never deviating from my
smooth variations
loving the path of my lines
Treats me like his goddess
Forget the underworld
He takes me to every world
With just his gentle vibrations
With a resonating effect
As his warm breath
breathes me in
ok A happier note than my last one!;)
the electric wires
bouncing in air topped with snow
thoughts in a balance
Heidi Sands
2/24/19
[Pre-song lyrics]
Hey!… guess what!…. Reindeer, I’m told… LOVE Brussels sprouts…… WHO KNEW?
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Well; I knew.
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Why am I NOT surprised?
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[Actual Song Lyrics]
Now Santa was getting eccentric,
His sleigh was now fully electric.
Made the reindeer retire,
pressed the red button - ‘Fire’.
His world then went totally hectic.
Such progress, not always the answer, like fitting night-vision on Prancer.
Unexpected, the street lamp’s harsh glare, meant she didn’t see Santa Claus there.
But Prancer could fly like a bird… so a mid-air collision occurred.
Santa’s new course was absurd… as he sped on so fast he was blurred.
He searched for a roof with snow clearing,
and found a good landing site nearing.
First attempt was a mess,
he had no GPS,
and no reindeer doing the steering
There was no choice; he had to go back,
but he felt he was getting the knack.
He then, feeling bolder,
looked over his shoulder,
and demolished the next chimney stack
The ding dong in this sing-song is to hail the Christmas baby.
Was he real? I won’t say yes, I wont say no…. I’ll just say maybe.
But Christmas is a time to give that ‘virgin birth’ a shout.
For now-a-days there ain’t a lot of virgin-births about!
Rudolph, flying by said, Tutt Tutt,
I’ve so many sprouts in my gut,
I’ll help Santa out,
but first, one more sprout.
He then put a flame to his butt!
By God, that’s one hasty arrival,
could you please ensure my survival
And Rudolph said, Sire,
I shall stoke my fire,
But promise our team a revival.
Being stubborn was not Santa’s thing, so he rang Rudolph’s bell… Ding a ling a ling
and, hearing it ring, the reindeer would bring, presents all fit for a king.
But soon Santa stared in dismay, we won’t get the job done… no way.
So Rudolph said there’s still a way, bring me sprouts… a match…and a sleigh.
So up in the sky, roof to roof,
relying on sleigh-ski and hoof,
Santa got his job done,
with a smidgen of fun,
and sometimes a butt going, POOF!
So, kiddies… whose pressies are singed
It might be unfair if ya whinged.
For sprouts in his gut,
Made fire in his butt,
And Rudolph’s completely unhinged.
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[Closing lyrics]
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HO HO HO~
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Happy Christmas everybody……
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Y’all have a real good time, ya hear?
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Loves every one-a-ya
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Good Night!
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Goodnight, Santa.
September Challenge - Tritina 9-24-26
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Electric Aurora
Neon ribbons flame across an onyx midnight
When electric flares and fires flash in jewel tones
Pale crystal snows reflect Aurora’s gossamer gown.
Swirling arcs decorate the hemline of her gown
As solar sequins flash across the midnight
And currents of her ruby fire play in arctic tones.
Arctic sprite pulses in bursting topaz solar tones
Queen of astral mischief wears an emerald gown
Sneaking out to play in the sapphire midnight.
In gowns of emerald, playful minx winks at midnight in turquoise tones.
In a morning rush that can be hectic,
I go to work in my car that is electric.
I got a tax credit from Uncle Sam for the buy.
Clean and economical is something I cannot deny.
Each week, gas prices go higher than before.
Pulling up to the pumps can be a chore.
Well, that is something I don’t have to do anymore.
Because my car is running clean,
I am helping to keep our planet green.
However, this morning I will not go very far.
Last night, I forgot to plug in the car.
March 1, 2014
It was shiny and bright sitting under the tree.
There were other things there, but that's all I could see:
a Lionel toy train on a circular track!
The caboose was maroon and the engine was black.
And to top it all off on this fine Christmas day,
was an engineer's cap that I donned right away.
I had deadlines to make and my job couldn't shirk,
so I rolled up my sleeves, and went straight to my work.
Utilizing impressive construction techniques,
I made Tinker Toy tunnels through newspaper peaks.
With an engine, a caboose, and three railroad cars,
I would ride to the moon and haul back the stars!
It sputtered and sparkled and went round and around
with a clickety clackety sonorous sound,
and an oily ozony odoriferous tang:
my thunderous wondrous electric toy train!
And then Daddy and I had to go out for bread,
and to pick up the big Sunday paper he read.
We're just about home when there was flashing of red...
and the crossbars dipped down at the railroad ahead.
As the freight train slowed up, I could clearly divine
the big engineer's head with a cap just like mine!
We dismounted and yelled, and I signed him three yanks.
He gave me three toots - and I waved back my thanks.
With my engineer's cap and my blue overalls,
I was dressed in a style to give anyone pause!
I had grand places to go and marvels to see...
but Mommy had my breakfast all ready for me.
It sputtered and sparkled and went round and around
with a clickety clackety sonorous sound,
and an oily ozony odoriferous tang:
my thunderous wondrous electric toy train!
Leccy Powers in the Air
Nikola Tesla knew the score,
back there, wayback in 1894,
send-em power through the post,
bloody radio antennae, sends the ghost ,
wireless sends the power,
from the insulated tower,
tuned aeriel sucks the most,
fine tuned it is the host,
a quarter wave deflowers,
when electric car un-powers,
recharge from power radio remote,
a constant radio wave, unquote,
or constant flow empowers,
Leccy car you Billy Goat ! :}-
So ac power is in the air,
detected by the car, right there,
powered then the Billy Goat,
tuned aerial , sucks in the voltage, know it!
Leccy car can run 4 sure!
Don't need no petrol, where?
just leccy techs, leccy motors go-at,
says johnson, with a slight unquote,
the new world is to share,
if it catches em by the throat,
the dimwits wouldn't dare,
but some ones got to show it ?
Eg frequency of 27 megacycles cb radio 27,000,000 a second.
So put a 9 foot antennae on you car to receive the signal current?
It works out shorter for much faster frequencies like your mobile phone.
A few inches, a few centimeters etc...
So the sent electricity gets collected at the right length antennae and
runs the leccy motor in your car...sounds cool to me …
id be wearing wellies or gum boots to avoid a shock from the powered antennae 250volts maybe, if I touched it:} kill switches needed hey...
Don Johnson
BEFORE 20,000 YEARS AGO THE ATLANTEAN PEOPLE OF THE RED SKIN TYPE,
HAD SUBMARINES AND AEROPLANES. {VALIXI}. POWERED AND CONTROLLED BY RADIO WAVES TECHNOLOGY REMOTELY..{ARE WE TOO RETARDED TO DO IT???}...INDUS VALLEY PEOPLE HAD VIMANA
FLYING MACXHINES TOO AT THAT TIME....AND WROTE HOW FIX THE MERCURY ENGINE...
Do we have to res-surect ole Tesla?
to get it to work? ac electricity can be
transmitted through the air! as he said...
easily converted to dc voltage by rectifiers...as in power supplys....
like having your own power pole on the car...
"The Flood Contained Electric"
walls of glass
sheathe this heart
a conservatory
for the lacking
of menagerie
the walls aren’t
bricked up
comme dans une
la orangerie
clearly seen
straight through
X-ray vision
dancing dervish
until the clouds
roll in and the
pea soup fog
mists over the view
jade is the colour
caught courting within
the flinting prisms
seen in the eyes
of jaded others
the storm's coming
warns Elektra
standing outside
the shattering
evaluation
rain like hands
clapping
hail like pebbles
thrown by the good
heavens above
turn Pollock
tomatoes crushed
hard thrown
the bleed painted
as water colour fades
pink and naked
cantoring in the mind
then, racing west
unbridled like
a white wedding
splayed onto the page
the bride stripped bare
surrenders
bricked in
l'orangerie
the flood
contained,
Elektra
turns away
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
canter
cantor
Fender strung upside down
big hands pressing strings to frets.
Woodstocks’ last scheduled act, Jimi
exercized his “Right to Free Speech.”
The world heard an eclectic electric version
of “Star Spangled Banner.” Those notes still
reverberate “All Along the Watchtower.”
“Hey Joe,” “Are You Experienced?”
“WELL, I AM !”
*To honor Jimi Hendrix in Raul Moreno's contest.