Best Electrically Poems


Premium Member The Sorcerer's Apprentice

blasts of flames from his hand and staff
 
electrically charged spheres
 
turquoise orbs ignite the palace hall
 
Merlin taught him magical words
 
abracadabra, alacazoom
 
fear not
 
the apprentice learned well
 
exceeding Merlin’s expectations
 
as Merlin is laid to rest
 
new master magician is born
 
predecessor of Houdini
 
unlocks the power
 
entertains the king’s court
 
knowing the only thing he cannot do
 
is avoid the fate of his teacher
 
 
*Entry for Leighann’s “Magic Words” contest

Nothing But This

Furnace pink roses blushed on your cheeks,
I held my breath when I saw you there,
Stood in the sand in a gossamer dress,
That clung to your form as the breeze caught your hair.

Bruises of rain clouds filled up your eyes,
I held you close when your spirits were low,
The feel of your skin was electrically cool
As the rain swept your face and your eyes were aglow.

I’m just a chancer who stood in your path,
I borrowed the beat of your heart just for me,
I still feel your skin in that gossamer dress
As the sun fell behind you and sank in the sea.

And I never found one last moment to spare,
I gave not one second to grant one last kiss,
But when you close your eyes I pray I’ll be there,
There’s nothing else for it, nothing but this.
© Tony Bush  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Nature of the Beast

My overcast mood broods.  In a mental melee
across my mind’s skies, as far as the eyes can see,
maddened crowds of electrically charged thought-clouds prey
seized negative space surrounding the heart of me.

Across my mind’s skies as far as the eyes can see
brain-storms rise in cumulonimbus angst, roaming
seized negative space surrounding the heart of me
with flashing lightning jags.  I seethe in my gloaming.
                                     
Brain-storms rise in cumulonimbus angst - roaming.
Blowing the chastised chasms of my blackened mind
with flashing lightning jags - I seethe in my gloaming
under dark emotions thundering and squall-lined.

Blowing the chastised chasms of my blackened mind,
‘I-should-have-known-better’ flared-up winds are fuming
under dark emotions thundering and squall-lined
seeking to shred your justifications looming.

I should have known better!  Flared-up winds are fuming...
Maddened crowds of electrically charged thought-clouds prey
seeking to shred your justifications.  Looming,
my overcast mood broods in a mental melee.


Susan Ashley
April 14, 2018


Premium Member Bandita Beauty -

A Valentine Write For My One & Only Street Angel -

I met you in a town of a thousand hustles,
a big stage supporting a million words,
a large world where the hunted & hunter interchange desires,
our souls touched eachother electrically, gently
long before compliments & reasons garnished the billboards,
you were an invisible passion simmering within me,
you've become a woman strengthening my very Being,

creation is the ambition that excites us most,
revelations and truisms scampering and giggling
up and down the streets, all about the universe,
angels couldn't ignore us even if they wanted to, wings with no frost,
Poetry, our vehicle for adventure, the stich to our begining,
on this Valentine's Day I need you to be mine, with Love unrehearsed -

J.A.B.

Introspection I

i
take a
peek inside my

mind - animal happiness find

it’s beautifully identifiable intelligence - that

space - electrically bioelectrogenetically multidisciplinarianismic creativity place

Where Am I From

I am from the beach near high hills of Muizenberg 
I am from Vilakazi Street, walking with the mighty
I breathe from the breeze coming from Robben Island
My fathers dreamt peace; here I am, speaking for the lonely
You are dying to know where I am from? I am from Africa

I am from the Cape of Good Hope, where two oceans embrace
I am from the land of Melodies, where Nelson Rolihlahla rests 
I swim electrically to the sea, navigate me to better land
My master teaches me harmony; here you are, speaking supremacy
You are living to know where I am from? I am from Malaika

I am from the Inga Falls, on the feet of the mighty river 
I am from the high peak of Virunga, where uranium ushers Nagasaki
I am from the rain forest, where you breathe London in East London
Yes I am from the land of coltan, where Lumumba rests in acid
You are living to know where I am from; I am from the Berlin conference

I am from the longitude desert of the Namib, from the salty pans of Etosha 
I am from the valley of Kasange, where greatness divorces popularity
I am from the heart of welwistchia, where reality meets universality
I am from the land of the brave, where bravery coaches victory

I am from the silence of dunes, meditating on the divine designer 
I am from the River Okavango, where Nujoma walked crossing,
The odds of adversary, where inner said it is impossible
Where my fish is my meat, you are crying to know about my philosophy
You want to know where I am from; I’m from the belly of Windhoek


Sodium and Chlorine Go On a Date

Sodium and Chlorine Go On a Date

By Elton Camp

Nate and Clio were electrically okay
Protons equaled electrons that way

But there was a good reason why
When they went out, sparks did fly

Nate gave one of his electrons away
And so became positive on that day

Clio added his electron to her cloud
“Now to be negative I am allowed”

Dissolved in fluids the two are delights
For living things must have electrolytes
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Universe

Universe
                                       
                            
         Universe is now well ordered whole interacting entity. We explore and try to perceive through our senses. Was there any Master Plan? Was there any Creator? 
 .
                            Dark void was Cosmos
                                 No Matter, no Energy
                                         No Space set

                                Big Bang exploded.
                                  Energy, Matter appeared.
                                 Space sets, Time was on.

  Matter, Energy, Space were captivated by Gravitational singularity. All were squeezed in infinitesimal small dense super extreme hot state. Cataclysmic explosion termed as Big Bang gave birth to Universe Instantly Universe started to expand rapidly everywhere round.
 . Energy can neither be created nor destroyed. Big Bang just released the already –existing Energy.
  .At birth Universe was not ‘Big’, but smaller than a single proton. Explosion didn’t come up as ‘Bang’.It was like a snap breaking sharply 
                     
   Sea of sub atomic particles appeared 
               within one second of Big Bang.
       Protons, electrons, neutrons, positrons, 
        neutrinos and photons all sang.
      As high as ten Billions degree Celsius  
  Bell of tremendous temperature rang
    Photons influenced by free electrons sprang.

  
  From opaque state Universe suddenly turned transparent illuminated by after-glow cosmic microwave radiation. Gigantic clouds of primordial Cosmos particles coalesced by Gravitational Pull.Cluster of stars and galaxies started formation.
    Within three minutes simple atomic nuclei came up. Universe continued to cool down.Thousand years passed to shape electrically neutral atom.
                          
 .Gravitational pull was supposed to control the expansion of Universe. But Universe is going on expanding. Far away are the galaxies, greater is the acceleration to recede. Something other than Matter or Energy is pushing distant galaxies apart.

        This mysterious stuff is not to ignore.
    It is termed ‘Dark Energy’, yet to explore.
          Will the expansion of Universe stop by chance?
   Or, will it ever crush on a Big Crunch ?

The Dumbwaiter

Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden

Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and smear
for glinting tiles speak ever more clear
to build the walls security

Settle leaf it’s time is spent
amid the moss is it’s fading feeding decay
in vibrant earth again some day
will know the kiss of sun out breathing sent

So by chromium faucet quench the thirst
in bottled plastic catch each drop
and flitter dust from out the corners dirt
bacterial inch upon the forests advance

And this filthy earth stains the finger nail
showers of rain bring their unwelcome rotting smell
then by chemical impostors of a flowers perfume
seek to cleans the air in a solitary room

Such isolation proves it’s security
neat clean and tidily scrubbed
hold fast the separation of technical morality
these things devoid of insect footprints

Lay soap to order the odor of sweat
yet beg the bloom for it’s delightful scent
to cut it’s throat upon a table set
the vase the only carefully treasured object

Hanker, oh hanker for the green living pasture
all the verdant aspirations of life in nature
tingle for the worth still caught in the veins
but choking on the wish of concrete remains

Through pristine glass observe the vegetation
the autumnal leaves flutter from the trees desertion 
the trigger of another season
comes to rot and disarrange the perfect garden

Such fear prefers isolation and security
would rather heed the babblings of a technological morality
aspire then beyond the dumbwaiter of nature
a vase polished of any smudge or smear

Better to be in a clinical retreat
and by habit accept what is so clearly of need
take this germ free vacation
the trees are happy in their branches for the leaves desertion




Dumbwaiter
a small elevator, manually or electrically operated, consisting typically of a box with shelves, used in apartment houses, restaurants, and large private dwellings for moving dishes, food, garbage, etc., between floors. The term “A dumbwaiter” typically implies an unseen or unconsidered workforce below,  this anonymous workforce deals with the contents of the dumbwaiter, kitchen staff, garbage collectors and laundry staff

Writing Game Is On - Part 2

WRITING GAME IS ON 

Part 2

This is from, the divine consciousness communicating, but you are misinterpreting?
Hits like a sting from an insect with wings always on target,
You know I have the advantage, this is an avalanche that will put ya in a trance,
Advanced Freelance enhanced by knowledge of Satan, 
You know the Tree of the knowledge of good and evil, is it pagan?
My mind maybe lagging, or freeing up the information I don’t need to acknowledge,
The strongest traveling traveler over universes of data stored, yes consciousness,
The fullness in bloomed rooms of thought bought by curious minds alive, high,
Outlaying a play, maybe the pharaohs wake within their tombs, zoom I display,
Poetically generated by energetically charged ways, stay awake boom electrically relayed,
Ya faded, faded, faded…… I state this, state this, state this,
As I face this head on, strong I believe I have made it, with a mates kiss,
I thank you, not leaving a trace said long lives the hated, what a late miss,
This with a twist insisted by the rhymes that gives clues unassisted, ya missed,
Wished ya could find decent rhymes invested with class and intellect, always go inspect,
I say it again and again, words repeated but reside deeper than deep that you think,
Blink, blink, blink, blinking and thinking linking one reality to another,
This can be a disaster to the unaware, they scare easy, busy and don’t care about our Father,
They are laughter of ignorance and bliss, dismissed concepts deleted before understood............

To be continued..........In Part 3

Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015
© Quincy Mac  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Flower Is a Rose Is a Flower a Rose

There my dear.
Gentle bender of my heart's light.
We both saw one another true.
I saw in you a regal BLUE
WE both saw a FLUENT brew
You are a MAJESTIC ROSE 
and no one knows.
Disguised as a flower 
I read every VELVET petal
A secret book.
A luminescent LOVE story.
Your floral mannerisms are
So comely and fluid
Your spirit is electrically warm.
Tender is the life.
Then at that time does DEATH EXTEND
It's harm.
And at the end of life it does not pretend
A flower is still a flower at the end it's
A ROSE STILL  A FLOWER A ROSE

Jewelry Love

If you could read my eyes
You could understand
But one thing,
The disease in my heart.
These poems I create daily
Solely for you
And yet  my tongue
Hesitates to utter them,
Have made a big sore
Corroding my heart
Every single
Ascending day.

I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
This worldly tradition,
That a man must openly
Spell out
Even if words are
Hot electrically circuited,
It is quite damaging.
Don’t you see tears
Glistering in my eyes?
Tears of a dumb-tied man
Who is totally wrecked
By loving a woman
Who stubbornly
Feigning to notice nothing?

Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
This valentine day.
Since  I am a coward 
Who can’t date a woman.
Neither shall I spell  out
What is wearing away
My tender heart.
Do me favor and 
You will see
How much loyal,
A coward and shy	
A man I am,
And who won’t attempt
At any coarse moment
To break away
From this jewelry love 
I’m longing for.

I bless my pen
But curse my heart.
As manly heart
It should  stand firm
And ignore you.
But you’ve caused misery,
Yes , misery of happiness
As I fail to comprehend
A logical way 
Of arraying my spells
Tolerably
In front of you!
Grab my hand,
Drag me behind you
And you will see
How loyal and enslaved
I am
As I’m treading blindly
Behind your every wish
Forever,
Starting with this very
Valentine day.

Flirty Tail Spinners

Flirty Tail Spinners

A glowing mist gravitates toward the earth
Golden particles move into a canal of birth
Electrically charged by an unseen force
In a honey like substance, follow their course

Each particulate holds a massive power of life
Arriving identical none bare the same pallet knife
Of colors or purpose, each has a regal fingerprint
Pastels paint the land accented by transparent tints    

Some are cool showers to fortify life washing all clean
Others are flowers and trees supernaturally seeding unseen
Larger ones hold the power of growth and stimulation to reach
Every parcel of land from inland to decorating the beach   

The flirty tail spinners are the master rainbow makers 
Humanity collectively gravitates toward timeless acres
Basking in summer’s brilliant color bursts of majesty
Finding solace from the worlds havoc in this amnesty  

Summertime Beauty

Carole Cookie Arnold

Premium Member Reluctant Transformation

I'm turning into a werewolf
It's freakin' me out, can't ya see?
My vision of nicety
don't include spicity
of locks gone electrically frazzled.

My soul still feels staid and moral
but if people take note of me
in this state they won't rate
my belongity
the way I think
they think
it should be.

Premium Member Waiting For the Muse

I scavenge for pressure points—
Press between ruled lines
My expressive probe,
Looking for literal nerves,
Meridians
Defining the direction
Of my poetry,
The resistance and flow of its current

Was I born to sleep,
Or be electrically charged,
Wired—
Magnetic pulses of activity—?

It is late night,
When I usually write—
Without a shrill, shadows silently come and go,
Nod—A suspended presence—
Not a word passing between us—
The air,
Tingly
Like sky and earth
Just before lightning bridges the gap—

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