Best Galvanized Poems
Lullabies through tear filled eyes
It's truly, love at first sight
The bond is forged and galvanized
To hold forever tight
Each time you needed a hand
She always had one free
From then on, when in demand
As soft as she needed to be
No sacrifice was too great
A patient answer to every, "why?"
That look when you came home late
When you didn't come home, she'd cry
As flowers begin to crumble
your eyes look tired and hands so frail
Breaks my heart to see you stumble
as tears fall with your skin so pale
No one can ever take your place
nor replace your angelic love
Your life is full of prestige grace
precious beauty like a white dove
Mum's sweet words flow like a fountain
such wisdom will always live on
Her love conquers the highest mountain
fills me with pride to be her son
July 4 2017
Collaboration By Daniel Turner and Silent One
Categories:
galvanized, love, mother son,
Form:
Rhyme
A tradesman’s son and temple secrets die
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Contempt delivered their first child perfect,
your childhood gauntlet galvanized neglect.
A mother’s son and her abuse still lie
in sixty nine years, never knowing why.
Too something when her final moments came.
Without confession laid to rest the same.
So was it from the bosom or the flame
the day you heard her call your name?
Consistent honor you bestowed on them,
corollas shredded by thorns on the stem.
Forgiveness took away the rage and strife.
I saw in you, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
With mind and humor, your genetic gifts.
Denatured strands surrendered protein fifths.
All needs provider who was always there.
Divine command parental judgement fair.
Devout corrections laid by word or hand
within a dying culture’s screams withstand.
Alone in Scripture’s cords you did demand
of God’s own virtue, I was taught to stand.
Around your house, collect and to revive
those things of a past that keep you alive.
In every dream that keeps you coming back,
contorts the dawn and colors out from black.
For just a moment, it’s time they defy,
recasts the morning of our last goodbye.
To take a final look and to work through
regrets till each tear welcomes a thank you
When given no tomorrow to be sown,
has sin become the marrow of the bone?
Eternal light now nothing left unknown,
divergent gateways from the triune throne.
The flesh, the bone, to bits, to grit, to ash.
The fires refine the gold and purge the trash.
A common trust in blood for us he died,
to keep our spirits, Hell to be denied.
Forgotten wages slowly turn a knife,
see you again, The Way, The Truth, The Life.
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Form: Iambic Pentameter
Written: 06.13.19 – 06.14.19
Contest: Move Me
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Categories:
galvanized, bible, childhood, christian, faith,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
In the Land of Opportunity
Entitlement reared her pretty head
Without a backstop to plain bad luck
Social Security's safety net was spread
Next came the 'War on Poverty'
Food Stamps and ADC
It might have staved off hunger for a bit
But dependency was galvanized, and (yes), obesity
Today there is unprecedented help
for anyone who will only yelp
Free computer classes, GED, ESL too
Guaranteed Job Training programs in high schools
and community colleges, Yahoo!
Yet the percentage of those working has gone down
and dropping most free classes reigns supreme
Seems that 'giving away the farm'
won't bring back the American Dream
It's only one man's unscientific perception ~
but 'teaching a man to fish' still passes inspection
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ADC = Aid to Dependent Children
GED = General Education Diploma (Equivalent to High School Diploma)
ESL = English as a Second Language (for immigrants and their children)
Categories:
galvanized, career, education, money, usa,
Form:
Rhyme
Melancholy drops trickled down my face
And I breathed in the cold atmosphere...
My colder hands gripped onto the handle
And I vainly tried to shield myself from the gloomy night
Under a printed myriad of shimmering stars,
But I continued to count the days that had passed by
Since I’ve lost a good friend.
I find comfort in the rain that runs down my cheeks
In place of the tears that I could no longer cry,
Having wasted them on people that were less of my time
So I’ve built up these steel walls
And galvanized them by feigning indifference.
Only if I had known the misery he was going through
I would’ve been kinder despite the resentment of my friends
But they’re more persuasive than I could ever admit,
And I almost let myself believe he had deserved all that had happened,
Yet my guilty conscious had pulled me back to my senses.
And I know my friends had it entirely wrong.
It wasn’t right for them to assume who he was-
Only he knew he was really was
And what he was going through.
I continue to count the days that had passed by
Since I gazed upon the empty seat that once sat a good friend
And I could only imagine what it would be like
To be transferred to an institution of cold discipline.
I had never known the full story
Yet all I knew that I was no longer in his presence
That was all I needed to know.
It’s taking longer to silence that painful last exchange
Than the time we spent together in our short-lived friendship,
And I have lived with the possibility
That he might’ve never seen us as friends at all,
But it still hurts to know what the world had put him through.
From under the printed myriad of shimmering stars,
I let the umbrella touch the ground,
No longer wishing to shield myself from the melancholy rain.
Categories:
galvanized, absence, goodbye, heartbroken, sad,
Form:
Free verse
Remembering Rosa Parks
By Elton Camp
Well over a half-century has now passed
Since she resisted discrimination at last
To the back of the bus she refused to move
One person makes a difference she did prove
Ms Parks refused to let herself be disrespected
And didn’t respond as racial bigots expected
Those officials who tried it were surprised
When the civil rights movement it galvanized
President Obama went and sat in her seat
In recognition of the courage of her feat
He well might not be where he is today
If Rosa Parks hadn’t acted in that way
Categories:
galvanized, life, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Autumn Child
She'd rather when the season changes
from humidity to serendipity
to make discoveries at a turn
when the autumn leaves fall to the ground
creating a tapestry of colors
in an unbroken sequence
A chorus of red, green and browns
blending together in natures song
as in a round to greet the new weathers chill
She is galvanized by the change
of gaiety and glee
but it's not just for her it's also for me.
January 4, 2015
Categories:
galvanized, seasons,
Form:
Free verse
I try to understand
What it was like
For you
When your world
Consisted of
You can't
You can't
Sit at the front of the bus
You can't drink from that fountain
You can't look that man in the eye
When you speak to him
It's yes sir
How high sir
You can't
You can't
You can't better your life
You can't go to that school
You can't be friends with that boy or girl
Then you Rose
Parked yourself
In a front seat of a bus
sat with quiet strength
With an immovable spirit you said no
Enough
I deserve more
I demand your respect
You drank from freedoms fountain
You exerted you
Took what was
Changed it to what is
What is
Is because of you and the many
That fought
not with hands
but galvanized spirits
The call of yes we can
Yes we can
You became part of the we
Participants
Livers of the dream
Doors opened
A crack
Some still try to hold you back
Yet you know
You can
Those glorious words
Fought for
Earned
Deserved
Finally
Thankfully
Taken
Realized
That chance at a better life
Your piece of American Pie
Your life
Rooted in
You
Yes you
Yes you can!
You will
You have
Finally you have a home
a country
That belongs to you
Categories:
galvanized, change, children, freedom, racism,
Form:
Free verse
Dark days dreadful indeed,
Promiscuous
peasants planting their seed,
Foreign to peace with galvanized hate,
With doubt in ourselves we submit to the great,
We say we are free but tend to conform,
Hand you a noose if you're out of the norm,
We proliferate lies and refute the truth,
Give up our ambition to feel aloof,
Please oh help us powerful god,
Stop those who lie, kill, and maraud,
We have succumbed to infinite darkness,
He may have created us, but has surely departed
Categories:
galvanized, conflict, death, deep, depression,
Form:
Romanticism
Mayte, Autumn Child
She'd rather when the season changes
from humidity to serendipity
to make discoveries at a turn
when the autumn leaves
fall to the ground
creating a tapestry of colors
in an unbroken sequence
A chorus of red, green and browns
blending together in natures song
as in a round
to greet the new weathers chill
She is galvanized by the change
of gaiety and glee
but it's not just for her
it's also for me.
written for Maria's love of Fall
(c) Ralph Sergi
Categories:
galvanized, joy,
Form:
Sonnet
Into the solar system
Outreaching myself
Intense grief, mourning
Into cake and wedding dress
Galvanized poorly, the rust
About to topple into ochre
Coated stardust glittering
As we discover the truth
Not enough good, oh but for better
For worse, for years, for a fool
Like me and her, a mirror image
A replacement, a damnation
Creeping over stocking tops
There is not enough bleach in the world
To coat the filthy soul you smuggle
Into orbit, my anger now exceeding
The speed of light, the Titanic
To the iceberg, one way trip
A government secret, a conspiracy
Anything at all to wipe away your guilt
And stardust glittering on her face
Leaving retched little Laika to
Smother in the agony of ignorance
Huddle with me for precious warmth
How I could set a man on fire
The tongue is sharp, cutting through
The web of lies, deceit, conterfeit
Forgiveness plagiarized in pamphlets
Set across the universe, the guilt
You should be feeling, burning up in Betelgeuse
Oh for heavens and constellations spell it out
Every dog has their day, but some draw the shortest of the straws
Categories:
galvanized, me, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Punk is not dead. It was never alive.
We stitched it together from mangled parts
with contents we poured from inconstant hearts
in our basements during bleak nights.
Finding in art the best ways to survive
a world beyond our vague comprehension.
Some wounds will never taste restoration,
some demons may never be exorcised.
We crafted this monster with filthy surmise,
with minds obsessing on rebellion.
Eyes that deny beauty in convention,
and hands craving vengeance and patricide.
With all of our collective contentions,
this lifeless cadaver is galvanized.
Categories:
galvanized, angst, appreciation, art, music,
Form:
Sonnet
Just Remembering
In a corner in her garden, sun hat leaning,
Traffic white noise backgrounded,
Sara dozes and dreams of life long ago
When she was young, so young.
She is dancing the jitterbug, Glenn Miller playing,
Baby sister peeking through French doors,
And then she has a flash of Mother cooking,
Boiling water for tea in a blue galvanized pan.
In her reverie she recalls broomstick skirts,
Saddle oxfords and beanies, and then
“Ma Perkins,” and “Stella Dallas” and “The Shadow knows,”
At night on a veneered radio.
There were “Fireside Chats” comforting from the President,
“Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree,” and that Harbor of Pearl,
Nickel song sheets to sing by, a piano player in the dime store,
Cotton and wool for home-sewn clothes, nothing more.
Picture shows for “necking” on the very back row;
Betty Davis, Peter Lorre and Greenstreet,
Love glances to the grocery store boy,
Ten cents for bread the excuse.
Stars were brighter then, days were sunny, too
Hope lived eternal “in that human breast”
Where now a breeze blows ‘cross wrinkled old cheeks,
And she rests, rests, rests.
Categories:
galvanized, high school, memory, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
seen from the highway traversing
backroads in central south dakota
the framework of an old homestead
a carapace more than a structure
in the distance gnarled limbs held
rusted barbed wire in place as fence
scant distance from the homestead's
weathered shell still standing proud
a decades old Aermotor windmill.
it filled a galvanized tank guarding
life giving water for far grazing cattle
golden crisp prairie grasses spread
far as an eye could survey
weathered bond of the homestead's
walls stood--relics of another age
hardened and annealed from
daily immersion in plains weather
noble despite capitulating to time.
in the minds eye he sees the windmill
at Little Reata from the movie "Giant"
as light faded welcoming the dusk he could see
the youthful Jett Rink climbing its ladder
rising to gain the platform-then squatting
to survey his empty land
the silhouette of Jett's sharp-cut features
visualized more than open grassland
Jett envisioned an empire. the visitor kept
mementos of a unique bygone era.
old homestead
9-29-16
Categories:
galvanized, memory, nostalgia, old,
Form:
Free verse
It's all smoke and mirrors,
Cocooned in magenta mascara and lavender lace,
The ever-elusive ivory stag now backed into a corner,
Delighting in an artificial solitude's icy embrace,
Brandishing a jaw of pearls to sheathe the dagger up her sleeve,
A being without mortal anchors but free as the cosmos,
An orphaned star adopted by the destitute and bereaved,
Bound to the earth by a single poisonous dose,
Of a senseless rebellion rooted in a confrontational domestic convenience,
Concocted from the distorted allure of abandonment and the lust of love,
Ravenously craving the ecstasy of disobedience,
All to avoid her association with the palm branch toting dove,
Ordained by the heavens as a herald of peace,
Galvanized by the wind carrying her carelessly adrift as innocent as can be,
Yet somewhere along the way she lost her head in the clouds,
A life of complacency chafing away at her growing curiosity to the beings scuttling on the ground,
Gazing longingly at these minuscule being's feeble feet,
Apendages reluctantly dragging their comatose bodies through daily rituals too tedious to consciously repeat,
Why oh why young angel do you let your wings wilt with envy,
Why do your eyes brim with tears over remorse rather than from a strong gale's sting,
Remember your home atop cumulus hills and streets of cirrus,
Rise from your oaken bed not with medicated anguish,
But with the fire in your eyes coupled with a confident strut,
That made me fall in love with you,
My shrinking violet.
Categories:
galvanized, love hurts, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
ETHIOPIA
see talking slums
silenced tongues
freedom silenced
hope killed
a bling of ghettos
collapsed humanity
mothers weeping ,
under the compression of religion
trees dripping tears
Ethiopia your festering open wounds
you are my anger!
children burn in smoldering canisters of hunger
time opened new wounds of memories of old scars
chained on rocks of ignorance
you need a compass of decency
my poetry is a catalyst fermenting your injustices
into beverages of justice
you are my sadness!
your heartbeat bleached in political fermentation
rhythm galvanized in furnaces of cultural myth
laughter imbibed by the rude stomach of the gun
culture crushing under the weight of globalization
Categories:
galvanized, abortion, africa, allegory, allusion,
Form:
Didactic