Best Electric Power Poems
ELECTRICITY
Edison has spoiled us past the point of no return
Lights around the world all cause the city life to burn
Every child becomes addicted to computer fun
Computers make them stick to chairs so they forget to run
Trams all are electric now and shuttle to and fro
Radios and music in a headphone as we go
Cannot stand the silence that enhances every night
If we see the darkness we are all caught up in fright
Tonight just try to go without your plug ins for an hour
You'll be among the few to know the the true electric power.
1/27/13 Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
the Milky Way
of her childhood
is gone from the sky
Note: a recent science article said that when a large city suffers a major earthquake and loses all electric power, such as happened with the Northridge quake back in the 90s, the emerceny centers are flooded with calls asking "What has happened to the sky?" because without city lights the night sky is visible in all it's glory and many who live in the light pollution of city lights have never seen the Milky Way. The article got me thinking that it has been a long time since I have seen it. I didn't realize until that moment how pervasive is the light pollution even in my rural area.
Such a force is electricity
it's such a dangerous force
it can't be taking for granted
for it's a active living source
It's so much part of modern age
so many appliances we have nowadays
without electric power it be no use
many new inventions leaves one amaze
Remember my first job after school
electrical apprentice was my role
many a story I could tell
drove many up the pole
In these days caused many a shock
even myself was literally taken aback
such currents didn't taste too good
when left on floor on the rack
So the lesson is very clear
be very careful with electric
keep yourself far from it
it's current can make you sick!
(This is wriiten from my experience as Apprentice electrician in my first job where I was found out to be colour blind, this showed me to get a few shocks.)
A Hurricane on the Way
By Elton Camp
The big storm has been given the name Irene
For the east coast, it’s the worst I’ve seen
The authorities insist that we should get out
But what I will do is still very much in doubt
Such a storm has never threatened us before
And I hope it will never come here anymore
Probably I should evacuate as they now direct
But I want to stay and my property to protect
And it would be a somewhat costly little trip
So far enough out of harm’s way I could slip
But actually it is quite alarming it does sound
So it might be a huge mistake if I stay around
I might have to go days without electric power
And my food would ruin and my milk go sour
Even the water flow might also come to stop
And maybe I couldn’t get more, not even a drop
Soon, the subway and city buses won’t run
And trying to drive out will sure be no fun
The apprehension is almost more than I can take
It’s a whole lot worse than last week’s earthquake
I look at the television and see a scary sight
So I cower in fear and my fingernails do bite
Irene, won’t you please go some other way
So that in the Big Apple I may safely stay
Have You Ever Dreamed?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where all is well;
Where the streets are cleaned,
and everywhere is safe to dwell?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where promises are kept;
Where the leaders want to serve the led,
achieving results both brave and apt?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where peace and unity is secure;
Where tribal sentiment discords are curbed,
and terrorism and militancy never occur?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where children are cared for;
Where the youth is skilled and gainfully employed,
patriotic, not brooding over a dark yore?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where aged persons' care is available;
Where social security is standard,
and medicare is sure and affordable?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where industries thrive;
Where electric power is effectively distributed,
Where citizens access petroleum, and refineries survive?
Have you ever dreamed
of a Nigeria where corruption is abominable;
Where common resources are fully harnessed,
and the system's process is due and infallible?
I have dreamed and dreamt, till date, I still dream
of an invigorated nation, a greater Nigeria;
a realm where the common masses reign supreme,
Yet each time, some others put it down as malaria.
@chumammeka (a.k.a. Tchar) June 16, 2014
While sailing unimpeded in the sea of hope
Sloshing over its expanding silver
Like a sailor addicted to the sea
Feeling the electric power of waves
Unwilling to be restrained
An avalanche of despair hit from behind
Shattering my Titanic like egg shells
I am now brutally ripped apart,
Desperately clutching at the shattered pieces
How a smiling visage turned sinister
In no time before any hint could be got
Here I am on a perilous voyage
Swimming against the stab of fear
With no lighthouse in view
A float tossed about by an uncanny fate!
Is my escape an armistice with life?
I see someone swimming by my side
A hooded assassin or a Saviour
To drown me or take me to a safe shore
I wonder!
August.8.2022
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Emile Pinet
Emotions chosen- Hope, despair, fear
WINTER WONDERLAND
Once I chanced to see Winter wonderland
on honeymoon trip where amour shimmered slow.
Mystic mountain sent astounding errand.
My first experience to look at snow.
Placid sky held Sun in pale passive glow.
Glossy grass playing with leaves of willow.
Rural area untouched by tourist
Habitat of innocent populace.
Severe cold morn greeted us with mist
. Soon abundant sunshine showered solace.
Free from pollution, pretty peaceful place.
Nature in elegance, glory and grace.
Small town divided into two portions
Water supply and electric power
under peculiar regulation
on intermittent interval of one hour.
Days were charmed with fragrant feral flower.
Amazing ambient to embower.
We were whelmed in wonderful winter zone.
Spent night ,embraced tight in cozy sojourn.
12/25/18
Urban Sonnet
I was talking to this sexy
girl on the net ( I cannot tell you her name )
I’ve seen her picture on facebook
A pic that will make you sweat.
We were talking naughty pics
Don’t ask, the subject just came up one day
Ok it was just quick flirty comments
If I must say
Then two hours later
An email comes through
Saying a private naughty pic
Just between me and you
Now this woman is hot
Worth the burns on and hands
But you know me :-)
I had to stop the pic from stimulating any glands
So I thought
I would kill two birds with one stone
I’d have a cold shower
While I have a private viewing at home
Out came the extension cord for the laptop
As I balanced it on one hand (does it matter which hand?)
In a cold shower
I slowly panned
Reading the message
I scrolled and paused
It said
Here I am dressed as Santa Clause
With a wet finger
I scrolled with eyes wide
And saw a cartoon pic
Of Daddymas shaking his but cheeks from side to side
As I read the inscription
“Gottcha now get back to work”
An electric power surge went through me
Which made me berserk
I bounced off the ceiling
The floor and walls
And landed on the edge of the bath
Right on my Sidney Halls
Me wife rushed upstairs
And when she saw this, beat me some more
With her faithful
2X4
Now it’s ok to have
A 1970s Afro in some cases
But for a bald man like me
It’s not, especially in the wrong places
The electricity made me hairs stand on end
Under me arms and me private bit which drove me insane
Particulally when it makes you walk
For a week like John Wayne
But the good thing is when we eventually
Made love in the dark
I made her eyes light up
And even spark
Well I learned me lesson
And won’t do that again
I balance the laptop in the basin
And try to use a stick to scroll, which is a pain.
PS: Thanks Doris you owe me a new laptop
Happy thanksgiving
He used to hunt and fish
Shoot the bull with ease
But now he has Huntington's Disease
He could cut a right of way
For the Rural Electric Company
With chain saw and saw blade
Now he can't even feed himself
For he has Huntington's Disease
He advanced up to line-man
Learning all about electric power
Going to work handling high voltage by the hour
Now he can hardly walk down the street
For he has Huntington's Chorea
He is at times a danger to himself
At times to people he meets
But is not right for he has H.D.
Sad but true it is inherited
If one has too many CAG's repeats
On their DNA they will come down with H.D.
Tornado Destruction
the tornado came
at first tame
Wind Whirling
the wind strong
blowing things along
Trees Blowing
the trees bending
branches far sending
Houses Gone
many homes destroyed
leaving a void
Electricity None
no electric power
a shattered tower
Food Spoiled
all gone bad
that is sad
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September 24, 2018
Poetry/Six-Word Couplet Series
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1064-656-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Contest - Six-Word Couplet Series
Sponsor - Mark Toney
Tenth Place
Walking in the twilight with my darling, hand in hand,
Was a joy beyond description, all sweethearts will understand.
We were laughing without reason, stopping now and then to kiss.
Only those who love as we do could know ecstasy like this.
Suddenly the dark had deepened and I felt an eerie chill.
His fingers tightened on my hand and pulled me closer still.
It was unlike a common blackout as electric power goes down,
When there is still a bit of natural light to turn the black to brown.
This darkness was an absolute, no stray gleam anywhere,
As if the sun, the moon, the stars were all no longer here.
My dear one was now dragging me, I could no longer walk.
I tried to phrase a protest but my tongue refused to talk.
The whole world had been silenced to degree I’d never known
As though completely vanished and we two were all alone.
Though I was void of any feelings as my darling ran in fear,
I was aware he raced for safety from a danger yawning near.
Suddenly the silence lifted at the sound of the alarm.
I was hanging to my pillow; it was not my lover’s arm.
The sunlight was streaming through the window and the door,
I welcomed it with ardor I had never known before.
Lying there to ponder on the meaning of the dream
I thought of Munch’s painting, he’d entitled as “The Scream’’.
I knew exactly why my love had run as though my life to save.
I had been given a brief preview of dark silence of my grave.
Electricity’s out, how do I choose
the first task after a storm to amuse?
Might I discover new sources in me?
To start, I'll replace my personal fuse.
Next, a novel concept, I'll take a walk,
find out what's making my neighbors all squawk.
Old Mr. Harris is banging loudly,
No telly to watch, we'll have time to talk.
Helping shaky hands free his cellar door,
I've often muttered about his fine store.
There's a lot more to living than whiskey,
by list'ning, perhaps I'll help him much more.
We see three children playing in puddles;
We come in sight, they shrink in a huddle.
Capital thought, share some food with these three;
at my offer their mom nods, befuddled.
They help me rake up fallen limbs and leaves.
After building a fire, we go to my freeze
for the fine food that kids find delicious
I bring out hot dogs; we roast them with ease.
Harris brings over some slightly warm pop.
Neighbors notice, bringing more snacks, they stop.
What a brainstorm discovering neighbors
when electric power does a flip-flop.
February 18, 2023
Sotto Poet's contest: Acquaintance and Neighborhood
I refuse to ever own a car
as long as our children are being slaughtered in the middle eastern war.
Public transportation gets me generally where I have to go, but sometimes not all the way.
That's when I unfold my electric scooter to get me the rest of the way.
Most times I'll just simply ride my bike to where ever I have to go.
When I start feeling fatigued, I turn on the electric power. My bike is electric also.
Average cost of an electric scooter and bike: Under $5,000.00
Average cost of an automobile: $20 - $35,000.00
wow what's that up over there let me grab my binoculars hmmm the nuclear powerplant. Late at night wit my night vision lens you know what i see i see 4 feet long giant red ants wit green horrific looking eyes and i say to myself them nuclear nukes been tellin lies oh um all for some electric power but when they coined that phrase they should have said nuclear fallout dead yeah that's whut i said and whose saying anything about all those volleyballs and things washing up on our beaches from japan is anybody checking tbat stuff out for nuclear fallout you say shhhh shut yo mouth it is a sad and complicated story but it must be told.a few years back my son-inlaw lamont purchased a home six miles from the local nuclear powerplant i say son why you want to do something like that he replied,dad the homes were cheaper now we all looking deeper cause his 3 kids are skinny as scarecrows and there's plenty of food on the table everyday..and now as those 3 scarecrows grows excuse the pun.. what other devastating harmful effects may appear ah lil late for you to now fear you moved so near the nuclear powerplant. man, he can go anywhere in the universe and time his arrival within the fraction of a second. he can build and destroy anything his mind can concieve and now wit all his religions that pray shout and chant..he cries out OH GOD we should have never built that nuclear powerplant.
Scraps of lumber, a touch of paint,
with love, became a home.
To the smallest of the birds,
that to our yard would roam.
In his basement workshop,
Grandpa would spend hours.
With his hand saw, brace and bit,
no use of electric power.
At each rip of the saw,
I'd hear that familiar sound.
I'd watch as sawdust drifted,
like pixie dust, to the ground.
With blackened nails and hammer,
he'd assemble the bird houses.
Then he'd paint them brightly,
adding curliques and flounces.
A bit of wire in a hook,
then hung in the Pear tree.
Filled our mornings with the song,
from the Finches and Chick-a-dees.