Best Electrocution Poems
Taking a long ink dip in a desert pond,
rejected drake words
ripple echoes in the wilderness: Tread with care!
Dreadnought thoughts silicate crystalized,
glass menagerie opens to a darkening sky
Wing-tipped metal muse raised to the foreboding air,
infusing liquid lightning to the bard birds
Watching intently as the anti-gravity atoms abscond,
executive electrocution is on a delay timer
Prose avian sentries see
Splitting anti-social charges
seep into the hate-soaked, polluted atmosphere
These momentous crisis changes,
poets of a new dawn articulate so very clear
Tho’ labeled by a scornful society
as being conscientious ugly ducklings,
the fear factor in the swirling wind
keeps increasing it’s whirl war buffeting
Incoming V-formation of ionized mallard birds
dropping kinetic malevolent words
Stork deliver radiation babies —
Blackhawk moving targets that glow
with surgical stealth Caesarian precision
Whilst the designated survivors
be the fleeing flock having open duck ears
Poets of a new dawn
continually pen agitate
strong current ripples in the desert pond
Letting their U2 ugly quill mirage liquidity
dose infect the minds of those
who syringe swan dive in beautiful disbelief
Categories:
electrocution, poets, truth, visionary, wisdom,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I
I am disinfected, sanitised from touch and eyes
Do not hold me. I am Bakelite and you smolder
Sat solid, the wall cold against my spine. A back-rest
To concrete electrocution.
I am distilled from Suburbia and Bohemian at Brandenberg
Rigid and saturnine. Heavy lidded Lichtenstein moons
And ruby lip and cheek.
Dumb-flustered and silent rictus
Nothing changes.
II
She edges closer with ostentatious mute steps. Like a bride
And thrice as white with crimson orb flowing underneath
Her caped wings and paper hat. Tiny dragging movements
As though her legs could snap
This marionette matchstick girl unfurls her bouquet of fingers intertwined
And ruffles from her drapes fragments of paper and a tiny plastic cup
I do not notice her. The bleach sticks heavy to the throat and
She envenoms me to the core stomach
She speaks. It is static heavy and foriegn, black-lipped vowels and dull
Continuations of barely literate sounds.
My words are daggered brutes, any poetry the less of my expectations
Is instantly meaningless, crass, common, nauseous and disgusting
Her flowing prose was illegible on those lips. Sounding almost spat
I could have silenced nine decades to my two and circled her in criticism
She would never understand with her barely-English cold translations of her
Own English mother-tongue.
III
People are fascinating
Occassionally
I find I look at them and linger, I study them and calculate their complex algebras
Undoubtedly we are products of our parents and the less of us by-products
We are strings and apples and figs
The woman with her ghost-white face and dress. Her parents were too strict
You can see it in her face, how if you even turn away her eyes circle with bags
And she feels lost, she could cry a thousand summers and undoubtedly should trade my place.
As of my own parents they probably loved me too much. Sheltered me and then
Stopped abrupt as death and cyanide fizzing
Suddenly trading my lineage into friendship and smiles and no, do silence yourselves
I am a maypole and the strings circle about me
Life and ambition they feed upon me, draining me in complex nervous disorder
I am a living question mark
I can feel it
Eating below my skin.
Categories:
electrocution, me, parents, me, parents,
Form:
Free verse
TROPICAL STORM
midday darkness heavy
rain pounds, winds howl---
trees topple as huts crumble
EYE OF THE STORM
blacked-out night
eerie silence for miles---
dog whimpers and hide
STORM’S AFTERMATH
sun shines bright on
full clotheslines for miles---
sad smiles from grief-stricken faces
*To all those who prayed for my country, the Philippines, thank you. The typhoon changed course and only a small portion up north was affected. It is unfortunate however, that 2 people died due to electrocution, an effect no doubt of the storm.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
11 May 2015
Categories:
electrocution, imagery, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Haiku
A monster that refuses to die
A shame that lingers on
A menace to the society
Impenetrable to bullet
Immune to euthanasia
Insulated against electrocution
The root cause of our underdevelopment
It's sent our economy to ruination
And our saints to damnation
It stings like a bee
Spits venom like a viper
A biased steward that serves those
Who already have a belly full
Of the national cake
At the expense of the have-nots
A demon that possess our leaders
With no hope of exorcism
Now they preach capital influx
But practice capital flight
They preach unity
But finance disunity
They preach security
But mastermind insecurity
An incorrigible thief
That robs us of our integrity
Cart away our conscience
Defraud us of our unity
Loot our treasury
Deny us of our freedom
Pauperise the masses
Rob our leaders of their broad-minds
And replace it with myopic ones
Categories:
electrocution, 10th grade, africa, angst,
Form:
Verse
Poem for contest: Short Shift, prison,
betrayal, dance, death, death of a friend, destiny,, food,
Short Shrift Betrayal!
Governor's out to dine and dance
With important guests who count
Invitation requested to attend
One five star restaurant uptown
Menu fair is set for seven courses
Savannah cigars and vintage wine
Will be served before and after meals
All timed for 10:00 and well before
Midnight when a dance is to be staged
Toasts before and after dinner is a given
One guest of the Governor's will not attend
Unless the invitation to get away arrives
But he is in for a special treat if not
An execution dinner has been prepared
Prison chef does his five star best to comply
To the wishes for this last dinner course
Of just roast turkey with all the trimmings
Provided with paper hats and prizes gifted
In a traditional Christmas wrapped cracker
And all this sent below at 10:00 right on the dot
To be eaten in plenty of time before the ‘last call’
When this prisoner becomes the Governor's guest
To ‘walk the line’downtown into a cold lit private room
Made of steal to sit in the 'chair'at midnight
Where electrocution will make him dance his last
And his last words will be I'm innocent!
Categories:
electrocution, betrayal, dance, death, death
Form:
Verse
A Day with My Barber
First he overcharged me the cut ‘fare’
As a fine for shaving my greying hair
Then I learned his screwball motive;
“Growin’ more grey I’d like you to fear
“Appreciate me for bein’ proactive!”
Then came a fellow with a shiny bald
Barber’s humour was impiously bold
“I’ll fine ya for blindin’ ma stare!”
When he implored “discount my mould
“Here abounds a shiny desert bare.”
A pin-ball head in he happily strolled
With ‘blob’ acutely small for a man old.
A fat discount I hoped for the wretch.
As usual, Barber was loud and bold:
“Double for time wasted in search!”
Big knob with the shape of a lollipop
Poised on a thin neck like it will drop.
He scanned the “hydrocephalus” chap.
I guessed his mammon would flop.
“Ma blades. More fro’ ya I must reap!”
Boy so young cheerfully came to sight
Sable, shiny hair waved with delight:
“Much you’ll pay, extra care me to take
“By safety not to pollute hair so bright
“With this gaffer’s grey by mistake!”
Came a gorgeous girl for a stylish singe
With overt desire he began to cringe:
“Ten times th’ charges I’ll declare
“For sufferin’ the hot flashes’ binge
“Or electrocution through yor hair!”
“Clean shave. Am expectin’ a damsel.”
He: “This is sculpture, I need a chisel
“Shall I waste ma blades Brother..?
“OK. Hope yor an enduring wastrel
“Pay thrice, that’s not e’en a bother!!”
Then came Jack, beard to his chest:
“Here comes th’ weaver bird’s nest!!”
Jack who was in no business to shave
His wise eye trailed where I did rest
“There’s more to life than to shave!”
***
No more will I curve chin or top Ball
Jack- not Jack Sparrow- has said it all:
I better lean on this pen, my Sabre
Than revisit my rapacious Barber!
**Holy Moses, Jack Ellison will whip me to eternity!
JM
25th Oct’ 2013
Categories:
electrocution,
Form:
Rhyme
Electrocution
My fridge is faulty due to careless kate,
touching it,my blood is drawn at~ fast rate,
She tries tapping ,but stood still;
we glued firm like welded steel,
Fine posture;~ not for John we would be late.
Categories:
electrocution, funny,
Form:
Limerick
Mary had a little lamp,
Its bulb would nightly glow.
It cast a white, but gentle light,
So her pimples wouldn't show.
Little Jack Horner tried to warn her,
But she told him to go away.
Left feeling glum, he drank some rum;
And passed out in the hay.
Little Bo Peep pretended to sleep,
As she cuddled up right beside him.
When he awoke, neither one spoke;
And she soon decided to ride him.
The Farmer in the Dell, knowing well,
What they both were in there doing.
Called out to his wife, to bring him a knife;
And stabbed them while they were screwing.
Jack Sprat, on the jury sat,
His wife held photos of the scene.
The Farmer did it, Judge had to admit it,
Then passed a sentence that wasn't lean.
So Mary brought her little lamp,
On the day of the execution.
She thought inside, while the Farmer fried,
Better pimples than electrocution.
Categories:
electrocution, boy, farm, girl, judgement,
Form:
Rhyme
A new year to begin with a laugh and a grin, effort put in to resolutions and
absolution for sins. Your own and your kin (though sometimes you can't win)
I burst like electrocution on January first full of solutions but without execution
it's the worst, no thirst for follow-through just submersed in feeling blue. Yet when the second comes around I feel bound to what I beckoned on the eve when I reckoned I would change for the better, whatever range that would measure, a change of sweater? Adopt an Irish setter? Be a go-getter, write more letters, arrange an exchange that's a little bit strange. On the third, be absurd, write a book and find the words, have a look at all the birds, clean the crannies and the nooks, see your granny and has she heard? That on the fourth you'll travel north to unravel mysteries of history and hope this year is truly the start of changing gears to face unruly fears of the heart, find the love that grew apart and yearn to learn if you're smart, not of the brain but the spirit that remains and take your turn to reap the gains. (tangible or imaginable)
I guess we'll just have see if 2023 will get the better of me.......
Categories:
electrocution, life, new year,
Form:
Rhyme
Ecliptic pole
Epileptic poll
Eclectic pull
Categories:
electrocution, nonsense,
Form:
Haiku
Many things could kill you.
Car wrecks, fall from a roof, electrocution,
starvation, heart attack, brain cancer, Alzheimer’s.
I shall choose something fun to kill me.
Walking the plank, shoot out at the OK corral,
boomerang rebound, King Kong, a cephalopod attack
I dream of watching a giant squid pull me away
With his enormous suction cups,
his tentacles and giant arms making the victory sign.
It is a memorable death, making a terrific obituary story.
Categories:
electrocution, me,
Form:
Free verse
Round 1: New York won!
By Brett Somers
Written 10-13-2018
Like a ghost in the shadows
New York
People and places and vaporware faces
New York
Experience of magnitude
To have everything in the world
Yet what at all?
Transient position
Always moving
New York
Cool spots, cool spaces
Beautiful faces
New York
Astounding architecture
Money and merchandise
A workers paradise
New York
Does one settle?
In New York
Rent is rising
Always compromising
Who’s your friend in
New York?
Meetups galore
Mr.’s and Mrs. and more
But who’s there anymore?
New York
Does New York have an artist scene?
When the arts are from out “there” but not in-between
New music, new arts?
Tourists are looking for the cover
Buskers better try another
New York
The scene
The scene
Where is the scene?
West Village you’re my beauty queen
But is jazz your only thing?
Trains oh, I’ve had enough
Loved the no car deal
But life in a subway
Always waiting
Dim lights, poor air
Rats abating
Are we friends New York?
How I loved you and your sampler of samplings
You grew on me but your shoes were too big
You made me yes, I’m thankful
Carved much of my lid
The anonymity did allow me to find my LGBT me
And to dabble in my artistry
To your big globe shaker
You shook me up and gave me more
A break from California’s shore
Fooled me once
And many times more
But I learned a few things
How not to be a bore
But your energy is surging
An electrocution
To my core
So I did my best
You hustled the rest
And now we must part
I’m hoping Austin’s more art
But let’s you and me be friends
I’ll be back again
For your addictive allure
That never ends
You’ll be my show stopping tour
And then you’ll finally venmo my pockets
Like the rich grandparent I always hoped for
I’ll forgive you for not embracing me
Like the Hudson embraces its humidity
I must admit you conquered me
But I’ll be back
I’m not finished with you yet
And when I return
It will be my turn to color the sky
With such a sound as you’ve ever seen
Embracing your lonely buildings
And reviving your dream
Categories:
electrocution, appreciation, art, city, money,
Form:
Free verse
When she walks around this Rocky Mountain downtown;
With a pretty-in-pink style Mohawk;
She doesn't look like an eighties version of a bad hangover.
While she obviously indulges in ballet classes,
As well as the occasional psychedelic drug that circulates in her system.
These days the drug users prefer rubbing alcohol mixed with ammonia.
"Nail polish remover, anyone? Champagne with a hint of methanol?"
Welcome to our party!"
That's their raison d'etre.
Which of these should really be the love that dare not speak its name,
Instead of Morrissey's version of a fatal goodbye kiss man-to-man?
I feel like calling out to her:
"Nice leg warmers! They complement your ballet flats beautifully!"
I have a feeling that she wouldn't strike me.
Though I would get a dose of that lovable, yet snarly, punk attitude:
At least in this town, yuppies in suits haven't tried to take over.
The delivery of a punch won't feel as bruised;
As a heavily insulted heart that burdens the walk;
With an extensive, intricate system of weights.
This electrocution-in-the-making shortcuts the system;
That holds us up to the premise that we are victims.
Not exactly in the nicest way:
When image has become the definition of an inner deity;
No introspection for resolution solves this mystery.
When instinctive pleasures win over self-respect;
That candy stolen from a baby bites back.
So at least this girl has won a war:
Maybe she won't last the battle.
She refuses the enslavement of the fashion world;
She takes over her own identity:
No servant to the establishment yuppies or the fashion divas.
Categories:
electrocution, art, philosophy, song-drug,
Form:
Romanticism
gnats and mosquitoes
so doggone aggravating
hate to give them time
persisting even though warned
merit electrocution
THIRD PLACE WINNER
written August 29, 2021
especially for "A Buggy Tanka Contest"
sponsored by M.L. Kiser
Categories:
electrocution, insect,
Form:
Tanka
You got two friends,
and they’re both dear to your heart
But they don’t much care for each other
Before you met either of them,
they already knew one another
Their checkered past had a dark history,
bitter chapters of a contentious backstory
But, you knew about none of that,
only knew that you loved them both
And the rift between them didn’t change that fact
When two locomotive emotions
are moving on a collision course,
don’t get caught standing near the third rail —
Don’t get too close
Friendly electrocution is still a fatal execution
And at the funeral,
those two friends will have crying eyes
Each blaming the other
as the reason why you died
Categories:
electrocution, conflict, friend, hate, love,
Form:
Verse