Best Electrical Power Poems
One Halloween night when I was five
Rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside
Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle
Told us the tale of a famous vandal
One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow
‘Twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow
Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized
(At this point my father’s eyes looked wild)
Thundering behind him through the forest
The hooves of a horse and a rider headless
Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod)
Not just we children but our mother too
Gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued
High winds cut off our electrical power
As in our kitchen three children cowered
Orange light from the pumpkin’s evil eyes
Showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized
The youngest, I felt something run through my hair
I screamed aloud in horror and despair
The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor
Darkness as I ran through the kitchen door
Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, “Trick or treat”
So if you think I am a drama queen
Please realize that it’s all in my genes
Happy Halloween!
A Fantasy
There was I, forgotten in the attic.
Mannequin discarded, ready for demolition.
Cracks everywhere with some rags thrown on
Haphazardly over me like a scarecrow.
Suddenly all lights went out, an outage.
Immediately the generators went off but failed.
In the attic, the air went into a trembling atmosphere
Thunder boomed and lightning filled the room.
An electrical power surge lit everywhere.
Suddenly I felt alive and began to walk, rags and all.
There were other mannequins, so completely ruined,
Some in good shape. But one caught my attention
As she walked towards me. The static turned into music.
May the last waltz last forever. I took her in my embrace,
The dance began, not a word was spoken just gestures.
Mentally I counted one, two. three, around the attic.
Occasionally I twirled her around on her toes,
Suddenly the lights went on and we all went back
To where we were initially, rags and all.
Some people came to inspect the attic and said:
We must get rid of these mannequins once and for all.
Summer Storm
The wind blows – quick, hard, fast – the hot stillness is broken
Corn stalks weave wildly as the wind marches through it rows
Dust rises to greet this invading storm
Large drops of heavy rain hit with a thud
Lightening electrifies and paints the blacking sky
Hail rips leaves from their home – a hard crack of thunder
Clouds tumbling, rolling, forming into a funnel
A loud rushing noise – a banshee scream
Trees snap, the wind-train thunders by . . . then a deep silence
Holding hands they arise from underground
Sky clearing, sun peeking through
A double rainbow appears – a promise – life . . . love
Winter Storm
The night is cold and wet, slick over bridges curving edge
The rain freezes turning sheets of ice into nature’s sculpture
Electrical power lines coated thick -- snap, taking heat away from all
Nights of darkness with candles are filled with hearts of hope
Ice storms that cripple a city and put a halt on activities
As beautiful as they are terrifying, they demand a reckoning
When January blows out fierce and February is held captive
Our human spirit tired and cold but not beaten
Prays for warmer days ahead with confidence
Nights of hearths and man made fires
Fur lined slippers and flannel robes
Better off indoors, with close kin . . . warmed with hope and love
Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
Beautiful is the friendship of a Mystic Rose . . . sweet and warm
sweetheart, you give my heart electrical power ~ never leave me
06.02.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Electrical power
surges
through my body,
sending high voltage waves
to my brain,
shocking me
to my core.
The beats
are pulse pounding.
Raw energy
flows
through
my veins.
Flashes of rhythm
like a neon sign,
glowing
out from the darkness.
Lightning strikes
of pure power,
raging into fire.
Flames amplified by octane.
Burning away my soul,
until the smoke rises.
And I am lost in it.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
October, 14, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - Groove It!
Heavy Metal
One Halloween night when I was five,
rain pelted city streets, we stayed inside.
Dad lit the Jack-o-lantern candle,
told us the tale of a famous vandal.
One “Headless Horseman” in Sleepy Hollow,
‘twas Ichabod Crane he chose to follow.
Crane ran breathlessly, was terrorized,
(At this point my father’s eyes looked wild).
Thundering behind him through the forest,
the hooves of a horse and a rider headless.
Carrying a sword to strike Ichabod.
(Dad grabbed a spatula, swung it like a rod).
Not just we children but our mother too,
gasped at the thought of Ichabod pursued.
High winds cut off our electrical power
as in our kitchen three children cowered.
Orange light from the pumpkin’s evil eyes
showed Dad seemed to have dematerialized.
The youngest, I felt something run through my hair,
I screamed aloud in horror and despair.
The lit pumpkin fell from table to floor,
darkness as I ran through the kitchen door.
Leaping into bed, pulling up the sheets,
Dad snuck into my room, whispered, “Trick or treat.”
So if you think I am a drama queen,
please realize that it’s all in my genes
Three men were hanging
On the balance of life
One man dreams on a full lunar eclipse
That a black door was about to close
And an orange star was in opposition to a pink moon
The 5 year old BMW they were riding in
Lost all of its electrical power under a Mercury retrograde
Locked in a four-door coffin rolling down the interstate
Pray for fresh air
Pray for the power steering to turn back on
Pray for an emergency lane
Three last rites
Two birthday memories
One last breathe
How could our god given rights
be taken away by man,
when he never had
any power to do such act.
Involuntary actions goes
against moral laws,
which nobody can escape
it's wrath.
All executive orders that have been
emanated by the president, it
contravenes against moral laws
and our free-will.
These orders are intentionally,
to strip us away from our rights,
which was given to us by God.
Executive orders 10990, 10995,
10997, 11000, 11001, 11003,
11004, 11005, 11049, 11051,
11310, and 11921
gives an unprecedented
level of power to the President
and the federal government
to take over all
fundamental parts of our
economy,
health,
transportation,
air craft,
farming,
electrical power,
fuel,
highways,
education,
mineral,
petroleum,
and so forth on.
This is what established the government
and put itself above the law.
The democracy
became a communist,
socialist, capitalist, and
fascist deliberately.
Each executive order brings
ramifications and effect
to our nation and us,
due to our own ignorance.
We must become unified
as a whole and destroy the
enemies before they
destroy it allies.
The family here and reminiscing.
Hats, horns, ready for midnight kissing.
But no, not this year, not meant to be.
As sudden high winds tore through our trees.
The windows shook, a frightening storm!,
So, this year, no chance for hats and horns.
At nine o’clock, we lost all electrical power!
As the rain was vicious, more than a shower.
With deep regret, I sent my family home.
Then in the dark for a lantern I did roam!
The room lit up as I frantically desired,
But alas lost the central heating fire.
The temperature in the room began to drop,
This storm, indeed,a true powerpop.
I found an ancient, portable radio.
Found a tepid Las Vegas radio show.
My cat leaped up on my warm tummy.
Upon a plaid blanket comfy and fluffy.
My Guardian angel protected my family
from harm.
As a tree fell on the darkened road in the
winds and rainstorm.
So, dearest poets, I decided to call it a night.
Hopefully, next year’s New Years won’t be lonely,
but brimming with love and light.
1/1/2023
Autobiographical poem. PR
A loud baby's cry heard up to heaven,
born to this poor family...child number seven.
There was no sterile room or basket of flowers,
no soft fluffy blanket...no electrical power.
This baby's first cries were from hunger you see,
I heard the loud cry...and looked up from my tea.
What was that I pondered as I picked up my cake,
surely it was some thunder or kind of mistake.
To often we're blinded...wearing rose colored glasses,
I bet the good Lord would like us off of our asses!
It takes little effort to help those in need,
so be an example...and plant the first seed.
P.R. Deremer
Garments of pleasure
and a Head gear for thoughts:
Thinking about rings and chains
While poverty strikes me down,
Life lessons but no classes
Just more text books
Handed out to churches,
preaching teachers....
Posing as postors and seers,
More or less spirit's converted
Into energy powering electrical power stations bringing light to the world,
Age of illumination as the internet's hand expands: GPRS, 3G's and wifi's...
Cookies as websites trace my crumbles,
CPU processing data:
classified information about corporate and government agencies, officials
Contemplating on world domination,
Through treatise as they plant more trees:
Capitals on raw materials owned by natives, Farmers losing on profit and bankers losing money as the four horse men:
Ride through the heavens,
What annoys me ?
Absolutely
EVERYTHING
Where should I start
Fly's Why??
My Bad Luck
Especially on the Golf Course
And playing the Lottery
How is it possible to never get a number
Surely that is harder to get none
Liars
Politicians
Traffic
The Media
But most of All
Electrical power cable's
Why can you not cut the Grass
Or Vacuum the house
Without tripping over the bloody cable
Aaaaaaah
Why does God hate me so much
Like I said
Everything
But then again I am an insane nutcase
With No Patience
Whatsoever
And boy does that Annoy Me
I seemed to have lost all of my luster
And found myself starting to fluster
With my life and what was left to do;
My real person no one ever knew.
Should I hang myself in the shower?
Somehow be killed by electrical power
Or burn my body until it will singe
So on certain people, I can have revenge.
There are many things that must be faced
Like being let go by a show and not replaced;
This whole relentless story goes on and on;
Petty soon to heaven, I will have gone.
James Thomas Horn
Pictorial of Being Dictatorial
Someone is said to have viewed a pictorial
And determined subject was dictatorial
What he will try to do each and every day
Is always want to have his very own way.
Am sure you have noticed this as of late
Trump is egotistical and always great
And himself with he is now in love
All others he appears to be way above.
Another conclusion to I have been drawn
When Trump from White House is finally gone
We have been paying for electrical power
That he was using in Trump Tower.
Jim Horn
Does anyone really know how much we rely
On the electrical power system to survive
Lose it for ten minutes and our world shuts down
When everyday services we're deprived
It's the one service we need more than any other
Panic sets in immediately when denied
Some people want to end it all
It'll be restored it's only a matter of time