Best Electric Current Poems
The unlikely alliance
for me you need not be clothed
I understand your fragility
of which the edges are like krill
To you I disclose my being,
for only you I rehearse my songs.
From the truest vestiges of the heart,
where the rumbling of the soul
and electric current making multiple zeds as if ignition cannot be..
until it does..
Erupts this volcano inside of me, the magma of the heart cascading walls and gleam.
Steaming, hissing ,smoking at your feet and there it halts, and there it cools and I deliver me.
Touch me I am warm
Feel me I am true.
Where us unlikely two shall meet, you the tulip, I the lava.
There your trusting brave will do what none would believe.
I give you that diamond of the earth, that stone that doesn’t melt,
under pressure it was formed.
Be sure to stand the allegations of my antagonist
How I need your alibi
Oh how I yearn for truth
A sweet deep voice resonates across the empty air landing affection
Caresses the chin forming shapes off ladybugs melodies glide and swirl
Guiding soul heart ablaze inside each melody note I hide love supreme
Released in cosmic fireworks in the air we share mystical pearl juice honey
Under the cascading gems of bright colors we lay gasping excited
Through the smoky mist fingers touch I feel a burning heart flowing wild
One with your electric current smoldering glazed with a little nibble
Enameled glowing gems embraced in the deepest slumber awakens you
Entering a world stone buildings either sides magically birds chirping
Whistling joyous tunes walking a cobbled path to one beautiful maiden
Who turns a handle on the music box enchanting sweetest songbirds air
As she opens her mouth out comes the voice of an angel calling enchants
Dancing in the heavens of ones mind these eyes are lead astray catching fuel
First glance a shooting star joining hands together electrifying crown
On parallel world we turn the handle as this sparkle begins floating
Inside space fuming embers of magic dust blew open crystal portal
Star spangling dewdrops deeply spinning blindly knocked off ones feet in one glance
Sharing our vision a bell strikes raindrops in midnight dreams glass slipper falls
Falling all over you lost in regal aura kissed in amazing grace
Spectrum apex walking up steps temple of sacrifice circling moon dog
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This is an unrhymed quatrain of 18 syllables. The poem style is called 'Circle of Gold' which denotes the total of 360 syllables count from all 20 lines.
A collaborated poem with Liam McDaid.
Poem style invented by Liam McDaid.
I was inspired by this music video "Flamme à lunettes" and Liam kindly accepted to collaborate on this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ej6gP7snEko
It's winter's evening, I am driving home. The bare trees whisper my vulnerability like a secret to the sky. I've come again to an all too familiar crossroads; the one of dreams and fear. I stop at the traffic light waiting but I am lost within a cold ocean of myself. Overhead on the telephone wires, a flock of blackbirds have gathered. The electric current keeps their toes snug and warm as they chatter; eavesdropping on my thoughts. I wonder why the birds have chosen this particular place with all its confusion? Perhaps they are my muse, my witnesses and they wait for a change in the signal too. With a slight ripple in the wind and the light, their wings lift up in unison and I am lifted too. I have no need to tarry; I turn towards the fading sun. My heart is carried by a light haven. Inhaling a deep breath of me, I pass a billboard that tells me to have courage.
Trying my best to concentrate on what is being said
For thoughts of him kissing me are swirling in my head
An electric current connecting us refuses to be ignored
The passion igniting between us demands to be explored
His eyes lock on mine and I know he feels the same
He leans forward with the intention of my lips to claim
Soft lips sweetly entice, leaving me feeling light headed
Throaty groans escape as we further become embedded
He catches my bottom lip and gives it a gentle suck
Flooded with desire my senses suddenly run amok
Heart rates accelerating, leaving us breathless and burning
The taste for each other now a unquenchable yearning
His tongue intertwines with mine, the jolt takes us by surprise
This is a rare occurrence, my subconscious blissfully sighs
Filled with sweet sensations, sparkling inside and out
Totally entranced, his kisses I never want to be without.
By Cecilia Macfarlane, August 16, 2012
for PDs Kissing Game Contest
Insomnia? I think not
I'm probably tired. I am tired!
But it does not register to my mind and heart...
These feelings has even caused my sleep to vanish
What i feel.
Is You
Your love weakens me
It's your love that is being transmitted to my heart..
It is as if your love drives an electric current through my heart causing it to light up...
What's keeping me up right now?
it's your love
It does make sense though.
You make me feel alive.
You make me feel...
FEEL .....
feelings that i shouldn't be having.
I love this feeling
No
I hate this feeling
How can one love and hate at the same time.
An impression, lead to an attraction and this attraction lead to affection which further broke down the walls of my precarious heart
"Put up your guard ! "
"Don't allow him in "
"He loves you "
No
" you're just a temporary attraction to him"
My thoughts wrestle with each other..
These opponents are so powerful that there seems to be constant war in my mind
How do i shut it off?
I cant.
I feel for you. I want to tell you that i lo..
That this shouldn't be happening
That i should step back and allow you to fall so deep inlove with that person
But my heart is weak.
My heart wants you.
My heart wants to be touched by you.
My mind brings me back to equilibrium.
Tugging at my heart to open her eyes to reality.
That you and i cannot be
That this world does not hand out happy endings
And that you have to make the best out of this life.
I wish you'd understand that
I wish you'd leave me alone
I wish you'd hold me close and tell me that you love me
I wish you would tell me that what you feel isn't real
So i can be broken and move on thereafter
I wish...
That Day, Life Crushed
I was resting on a lake dock that was in deep decay
it ran fifty yards out into the seamless water
that day my baby brother had went to swim with his friends
a normal summer day that shone with splendor
and peaceful was the soft blowing wind
only fate was awake and moving ever forward.
There I was in peaceful solitude , resting
gazing at the lapping waves as they spoke
ignorant of what had taken place only moments before
the passing of a young and promising life, my brother.
Sun still beamed, wind still blew and life changed
a truck came racing across the bridge
I saw my best friend waving at me franticly
then I heard, I knew tragedy had befallen somebody
somebody I loved dearly.
Moments later, the force of truth crushed me into a ball
it was as I feared, a death, an unimaginable horror
my baby brother was dead, my fourteen year old baby brother
gone, gone , gone!
Electric current had destroyed his life
destroyed my life, sent me into a seven year rage
I said my goodbyes in a quiet rage and vowed that God,
God would pay for this!
And so it began a terrible journey into a dark abyss
one that consumed and slowly ate my soul
my soul it ate with relish and glee.
I became a punisher of God!
Yes, such misery did I heap out by the bucket
by the ton and ate it's glory until-
Seven years later, light came into me as I slept
I woke one morning to find that the one punished was ME!
God had told me but I refused to hear
Now I heard and that truth crushed me again!
The road back took time but seven long years was over!
life returned, joy returned!
Majestic love returned to reclaim it's treasure-- my soul!
My soul rejoices to this day,
this day I see God stayed with me as I ran away!
I, he that runs no MORE!
Robert J. Lindley 06-30-2014
My first ever write about my brother, Billy Joe Lindley
fourteen year old and the girls adored him,
that summer electrocuted by a faulty electric pump at a
friend's house by the river.
1976, I think about him every day since, he was an angel compared
to me and why, why did I live!
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For the Sad contest.....Any Sad Poem, sponsor, Broken Wings
"Freedom Sees - Part 1"
Sailing
her clear
Aqua Green
oceans
floating
mysterious exotic
fragrant
Dark Pink
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat,
gifts sent
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated,
rooted to the spot
they aren’t going anywhere
fast, that’s their lot on
Departure Shores,
waving their
confetti dreams
at the Bamboo Queen
sailing adventuress
standing tall now
not down on her knees.
She’s surveying her pearl beds
Giant Burnt Orange
Lilac Lavendar
Deep Emerald Green
Astropecten Articulatus
accompanying Royalty,
they are far from their
familial home.
Hippocampus.
Syngnathidae,
Olive, Ultra-Marine Blue.
Mate for life.
Sea Dragons.
This is true.
Golden Glistening
Burning Ball
the Sun’s
beckoning ascension,
light beams,
dapple the surface
there is abundant
life underneath
this, her verdant
Sea Bed Circus.
Crystal clear deep waters
full of mothers and daughters
the nexus electric current
for her virtues
her sins,
her babbling
ranting minions,
their downloading zone
go-with-the-flow.
A million zephyrs
cut the air,
they are calling HER
“HOME”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
For GVLM.
For K, M, VC, LJ.
1. "The Messenger", Lisa Gerrard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGc9nNi1LXU
2.
https://www.amandalinettemeder.com/blog/2014/1/27/10-signs-from-your-deceased-loved-ones
physics period
writing erasing a name
electric current
Africa a continent of hope
Paragons of love where overwhelming joy flows.
Your blessed resources make you a source of attraction.
Without you, the world is formless.
oh! Beautiful Africa
Africa a continent of peace
Where trees wave in love and harmony,
Birds fly and sing in unison
The river flows like an electric current.
The mountains are climbs and reclimb.
oh! Beautiful Africa
You bring civilization to all men.
You have the only Pyramid the world can boost off.
We see Rhinoceros, Greater kudu, Galago, Ostrich in you only.
You are rich in biodiversity, a shining desert, a huge valley, and good Savanna.
Oh! The continent of diverse culture and beauty
Oh! Beautiful Africa
Africa a heart of many
Where stones, golds, diamonds are surplus.
A breed of dark, beautiful people
Life in you is magical and full of excitement.
Beautiful are your traditions that attract your haters.
How beautiful are you?
Oh! Beautiful Africa.
The plaguing tictocs, of the grandfather clockProduces an electric current upon my skinAwakening cobwebs in my mind like a frockThe horrific chagrin begs the question of sinA subtle distinction mid death and extinctionNot entitled to a timely refund by the kinetic forceA fiery necklace swings upon this skeletal fictionI did refuse the hole, by heralding a sharpened torseAre the moments, beyond this grave season,dreamt of in terrific lucidity,bobbling plum sensesOh the howling of the bawbling ratty eyed demonPeace is divided,as the gathering pain intensesAngular resolutions, well up on pivoting emotions,cutting deeply across time and space saddling,the age old answers of equal but swinging notionsShuddering leathery ribbons, as deaths door is rattlingA sharp Hispanic nard tortures the flaring nostrilsAwaking fatigued, in the hall of ill-reputed womenPraising an opiated green fairy, under doomsday’s till
SELFISHNESS CORRODES LOVE
Selfishness corrodes love
Than any other does.
Since love is a responsibility
And not only
A whim in one’s heart.
In love, give!
Love long for
A favorable environment.
If you won’t nourish it better,
Slowly
It find its way out
Without any of you two
Come to know.
Simple like a bee
Seeking a new hive
For the whole swarm.
Once love gets a new home,
It cuts off abruptly
Like an electric current.
This is the worst attribute of it.
It never say bye,
But it has gone
Leaving you two
Failing to understand each other
Completely.
Once love gets a new home
The old couple
Play comedy.
They become good actors
Displaying falsehood
Of their inner heart.
A smile becomes a mock,
A kiss becomes a spit,
But eyes are benevolent:
They start
Evading one’s eyes.
If you happen to see
The last sign,
Love has corroded
Love is giving:
And competing in giving.
Struggle to give more
Than you receive from partner.
Struggle to thwart a partner
And dwarf her far behind.
Struggle to be a head of him
By giving him madly.
Give anything in your mind:
Give your enough time,
Give your good stories,
Give your real touches ,
Give your advice
Give your body.
Compete to be superb
When it comes to giving.
Remember,
Selfishness corrodes love!
Naseauted by the sermon,
by their definition of love
brush the taste of vomit off of my tongue.
Head screaming, sit in a pew.
"lord, the father. My heart belongs to you"
assuring the assured, with their egos oh so tall.
all the while assuring me I will fall.
The screaming masses of bodies
The adrenaline, running through everyone in an electric current.
The night before that sunday
So fun
Protesting the church
Masked they stand, in clouds of tear gas and hate. Screaming about the right of man. No. She will marry her wife.
No matter what these people say.
The sunday school teacher,
Intoxicated enough to forget the next line in their group chant. Lord the father, my heart belongs to you.
Hypocrite. The word rings in her ears.
His Velvet voice
Rusty growl
Gentle pauses caress the veiled swell
Her secret beneath a tailored vest
Radiant warmth spreads
thistledown
shuffles through the tunnels
to balance twixt her dancing fingertips
His breath
tucks a dalliance of warm air
a butterfly’s gasp
electric current peek a boos behind her fragile ear
(Pause)
His Breath
orchestrates a dazzling jazz duet of earlobe and heartstrings
(Pause)
Her Eyelids
gently shutter
her shy but weary countenance
Encase this memory, my darling,
Store it safely
well
beyond the reach of gossip’s grubby fingertips
and muddy maw.
Savor each harmonious heartbeat
Thrum with yellow birdsong
Accompany Divinity’s duet of dawn.
Feathery Love
Take to the wing—
Without a blush or backward glance.
V. Anderson-Throop 2015
Valdez, Alaska
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My confidence in you wavers,
the sweetness of your words wither,
they curdle forming blatant remarks,
and broken promises.
These words hurt me,
building a storm of anger,
and you know this,
yet day after day you remind me.
My mistakes were of yesterday,
and yet today you refresh them,
refusing to let the past lie in the past,
condemning me for choices made,
long before I ever knew your face.
I twist this wedding ring,
spinning it slowly around my finger,
and you call me names;
hypocrite, two faced, fake;
F.A.N you say, F.A.S -
Letters you say for words,
and I know what they mean.
You forget that not only are you reminding me of my mistakes,
but you are also throwing in my face,
the very man who beat and raped my body,
the man who crushed my soul so that when you saw me,
all you found were broken pieces of a girl drowning,
the water filled with electric current.
Your daily task is to remind me,
of a past I wish I could forget,
of moments that I regret,
of memories that made me broken.
Your words make me feel dirty, ashamed, damaged,
you make me feel my baby is wrong - instead of the miracle that he is,
you claim to love us and I sit here and wonder -
why do you want to marry me?
why did you choose to be with me?
You knew all about me,
the day you met me, even before,
and now, ring on my finger,
you tell me that I am everything you hate,
you wish that I would change.
And I saw you for who you were,
and raised you - check mate,
I chose to love you despite everything,
I accepted you - but you stopped accepting me.
I fell in love with the way you treated me,
I was a Queen, a priceless thing, precious and fragile,
cherished and adored, beautiful and everything you had hoped for.
Now, none of those things seem to be true,
What happened to you?