Best Jitter Poems
A is for Antenna
A is for Antenna, the two-in-one, receiving in and transmitting away.
B is for Broadband, to fire away on the high speed digital highway.
C is for Current, what a beauty, it is all but free- electron- flow.
D is for decibel, not the horrible, but a logarithmic unit and a ratio.
E is for Electrons, the teeny weeny charged particles, so light
F is for Fibre, or simply glass that passes streams of bits as light.
G is for Gain, could also mean loss, a measure of what’s in and what’s out.
H is for Harmonics, often unwanted multiples that are up and about.
I is for Ionosphere, the upper reaches of appreciable ionization
J is for Jitter, Who wants this unwanted, random fluctuation
K is for Klystron, just a tube which, in the microwave range, oscillates
L is for Limiter, thank God, the input to a system , it limits.
M is for Modulation, a wave-on -wave super imposition
N is for Noise, the hated disturbances due to heat’s action
O is for Oscillators, they are from low to ultra high frequency
P is for Pulse, not of the heartbeat, but a quick shot of energy.
Q is for Quartz, the stabilizer that is piezo-electric
R is for Regeneration, recuperating-the- sick- signal- trick.
S is for Semiconductors, not semi-precious, but indispensable
T is for Transmission, making communication finally possible,
U is for Unlimited Plans, the veritable godsend for the customer
V is for Voltage, the difference of potentials, one should remember.
W is for Waves, electromagnetic waves not the ones in the ocean,
X is for X-rays, against which the engineer should exercise caution
Y is for Yagi, it’s only an antenna, not a yogi or a tribal totem
Z is for Zirconium, hungry for neutrons in the context of atom.
That puts in a nutshell the revolution
Of electronics and communication.
02 Mar 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
For: Cyndi Macmillan’s “ Z is for Zaria-ABC poetry” contest.
The laundry on the line is dancing in time
to a wind whipped tune in early June
it tosses and turns, it whooshes and whirls
around and around in a yard before noon.
As clothes gayly flow, with pink socks in tow
the magic of the cool breeze surrounds
while bold colored shirts flirt with frilly skirts
the gossip from lace nighties abounds.
Sweet dresses sway and swiftly sashay
‘round blue jeans and tee shirts alike
they flip and they flap, they jitter and snap
as the wind crescendos and spikes.
Sheets fill up and fluff in billowing puffs
‘til the breeze takes a break and rests
“hands” then appear to put an end to the cheer
and the clothes slump and know they must rest.
In all of my days, of this simple display
I had never imagined or thought
that a view from afar, a clothes line in a yard
could bring pleasure that cannot be bought.
5/5/2022
Awaken to citrine sky as
Birds are heaven bound
Canvas rich true complementary colors spun.
Delight sensation of sweet scent does tease,
Enchanting pink sunshade trees intertwine
Fervor poetic strokes in cherry blossoms.
Glide through, as time sweeps away a
Humble early morning light.
Impressionistic intrinsic appearance,
Jitter to tomorrow’s mystic splendor.
12/16/2023
Do the electric slide
Dare to boogie woogie
Discover calypso
Dazzle with jitter bug
Dip to the beat and glide
Delight to do the bump!
Draw her close and tango
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8/27/16
Within this ink is a taste so bitter
Warn you though I am no quitter
I don't follow fake pomp and glitter
Find within me a devotion emitter
The crosses your bearing, I was for her there log splitter
Replacing their pain, I added sweetness to the bitter
I've written the code of how to be a committer
If you intend to challenge my devotion, those eyes must see you commit to her!
I'll carve you out if you show up to be a transmitter!
That feeling within you; Dads are "far more than just a jitter"
For if hell has a place on Earth; it will not be with me as it's remitter
Each day when I leave to go to my school,
I feel sick in my stomach to the core.
My father’s been ill for months, maybe years,
He’s losing a fight in a war.
Each day when I sit in class at my school,
I dread. My nerves have me shot.
My folks fight and clash throughout every day,
Stay together? Maybe. Maybe not.
Each day when I walk home from school,
I jitter, my pulse runs on high.
Will all of my family still be alive, or
To one of them will I be saying good bye?
Each day when I lay alone in my bed,
I bury, into my pillow, my fear.
I hate living a life full of angst and blue,
Worry’s now my friend, it is my peer.
Glass shoes
Petticoats
Leather Jackets
Cherry Cokes
Sandra Dee
Bobby too
Pat Boone
Kalamazoo
Hair teased
Jitter bug
petticoats
cut rug
Virgin here
Virgin there
Real love
Everywhere
Nifty 50's
Brando
hula hoop
gotta go!
Ecstasy:
*an overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.
* slang 3,4-methylenedioxy-methamphetamine; MDMA: a powerful drug that acts as a stimulant and can produce hallucinations
Some time after midnight, a change in the noise
The bitter white pill cleaves the men from the boys
Only the most hardcore of party heads gather
So hungry to fly without sprouting a feather
My clammy hand trembles then moves to my lips
I swallow it down, I wait to lose grip
I'm waiting for death to grip me by the throat
I wait, for you promised my body would float
My skin feels so cold I'm convinced it could crack
So why is there sweat dripping down my hot back?
My eyes scan the room, they jitter as they move
I can't find one person not feeling the groove
And why does my head seem to turn in slow motion
My brain swims around like it's lost in the ocean
The cramps in my hands, have they already died?
I throw back my head and laugh til I cry
I love this, I love it, Oh where have you been?
Who knew nights could hold such rapturous dreams
These people, once strangers, I cant comprehend
How every last person became my best friend
Red, sweating bodies, bouncing together
The DJ ensures the tunes last forever
Your face oozes steam and your jaw won't stay still
It shudders and flutters against your own will
I fight down the nausea but I'm to late
Why didn't you tell me this room can rotate?
I don't care coz I love you I LOVE YOU
who are you?
A realisation I don't even know you
So this is the comedown I heard all about
I fall back to earth with a cumbersome clout
My body feels swollen, exhausted and battered
The gnawed, raw remains of my mouth are in tatters
I felt such a big girl, had nothing to lose
Thought I'd walk for miles in my new grown up shoes
I thought I could play at your wild games too
All I've learnt is I'm still a child. Like you.
Jodie Williams for
Frank's Coming of age contest
5th Feb 2012
Devil take it, drunk again.
Evil was that vile Cocktail
magnificent though it seemed at the time.
Olive was very bitter and hard
Never again my head hums at me.
Dram of malt whisky finished things off.
Rum and rice wine sure don't mix
Indigestion the least of my worries.
Nerves are all a jitter, hands shaking
Keep still I in vain bid them.
Storm clouds fill my stomach I flee to the loo.
HOMESICK EXCUSES
So sorry…..
I can’t spend the night--
Would give my daddy jitter fright.
My mother would not sleep at all,
If I don’t kill bugs as they crawl.
If I ‘m not there to scrub the sink,
Neither one would sleep a wink.
I can’t spend the night---
Nightmares will chase them left to right.
If I don’t stay with mom and dad,
Who’ll keep my dog from getting sad?
I can’t spend the night.
I would like to,
But isn’t right.
Must tuck my daddy safe in bed,
Listen to the prayers he’s said.
Kiss my mother on her face--
So she knows I’m in my place.
I would love to stay with you,
But my parents need me too!
All The World Was A'spinning, And The Good Rains Never Fell
Back when I was just a dead leaf cast upon the cold ground
I was all a jitter living a life without a sound
But the deep echoes, the screaming echoes of dancing ghosts
Are from that darken place where the devil plays the guest host
All the world was a'spinning, and the good rains never fell
Demons came out dancing, leaving behind all that damn hell
I was watching the hellish show from my old hiding place
With a ton of worries, a sad grimace upon my face
I looked up the sky was falling and white snowflakes came too
I was on my knees a'praying, Heaven wouldn't take you.
As bad nightmares go that was a real god smacking whopper
A voice called out, she is gone you couldn't stop her
Now buck you self up and face this dying world you have made
You have been deceived and man have you been so played.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 1985
Note:
Wake up, it was just a bad dream...
Touch wood Baby! wish you a happy new year,
Blowing cheerful cacophony in your ear.
Fling aside the sadistic sorrow my dear,
Let us clear from your mind, the infertile fear.
Life is not a cuban cigar,
As time passes you wont wear,
So, stop the clarion cry that you are on sear.
A black suite with diamonds studded as they appear,
To heal it, bald sun works restlessly and he might retire,
Raise yourself there, as a glowing sapphire.
Set your standards farther, bigger and higher,
Insurrection against all odds, maketh you not to cower.
At logger heads dont stagnate as a fence sitter,
Decide once, move ahead, iron hearts never jitter.
Resusciate the bloodied life and place it safer,
Reinvigorate the mummified hope and make it merrier.
Prove your antagonists rants as a classic sattire.
Sunny days ahead, dont roam around without a nice attire,
As you will be noticed as a superstar of this year.
Raise the toast, once again, happy new year,
Nothing on earth could belittle our cheer.
** The Soul’s Longing Wish to Write Its poetry **
The poems sleep
Together in a wreath of curled words,
Poised awaiting, allied, all set to affect
Their impact
Summoned
From the depths of a restless wish to speak;
Like a lay of Ring-Tailed-Lemurs
— A span of fur in their dreams —
Jostled about, awakening
With whiskers and ear-tips twitching —
Like poems — nudged
By a distant alerting
Call to move from their deep well-springs
On to heaven’s higher ground.
The lemurs lift their heads:
The alarmed pounding
— Of their beating hearts altogether —
Reverberates — carried far
By breeze flowing air
Beyond their lair — Thus
Ready to spring up —
Ready to sniff and dash!
Ready to leap. One by one they run
To skatter, skittering
Out from a cherished hiding
Into light
Along paths poems may take
Into opening spaces
Of a new dawn’s graces
— Urging by calls to advance
Into knowing, letting
The Soul also speak
Faith’s intoned lines…
To lead a motion through discoveries
Before a third struggle
To surfaceo
Before drowning
Dissolves the reaching words into howling ~
And
Startling every tree’s sleeping leaves
To jitter and blink
With a-quivering question ~
What voice here surges
To create such sincere lyrics
From within our penning poets,
Hearing the aches of humanity’s advancing?
But, ‘tis not our poet’s heart that sings!
Neither is it the mind nor memories ~
‘Tis the soul itself sending poetry,
Wanting its Voice to be written;
Hoping to be known;
True to its glorious source —
Creator of All, including
The Word —
So…do…learn…listen…transcribe…
As the Soul’s Voice alive,
Alive, indeed,
Clearing the bounds of a forest —
Ready to thrive.
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Contest, the Soul’s Wish List, Unseeking Seeker
(c) sally young eslinger 12/26/2022
Thanks be to God…
MIND GONE WILD
“I need somebody to love”
“My first name is somebody”
“Where is my favorite girl?”
“I’m right here sweetie”
He smiles
“Do you take this man here,
To be your wedded husband”
Of course who wouldn’t?
His turn, he said yes too
And added, “Always and forever”
I blushed
“Then by the power vested in me
I pronounce you
Man and wife
You may kiss the bride”
My lips were burning
Then there came his
There was an explosion
Father Ben, man and wife all died
I had to do it
He wasn’t marrying me
He wasn’t marrying just any girl
But my sister
I will have to see him everyday
I couldn’t take it
I did what I had to
I cried far more than everyone
I was really sad
But not sorry
At the burial
I threw the first handful of sand
I heard a finger snap
I looked up and saw him
Looking handsome and smiling wildly
I hugged him and he smiled
And whispered into my ear
“Will you be my date to prom?
You aren’t imagining it” he smiled
How could he tell?
His cousin was taking Liz, my sister
I felt a delicious jitter inside
Of course, was my reply
The lips were burning
Father Ben said
Maybe too loudly
“You may kiss your prom date.”
This time as the lips clashed
There was no explosion
Just an eruption
Not a volcanic eruption
But an eruption of affection.
Just listen to that sax
jam and jitter and stray.
Jaunty beats and wild notes
jump around as I swing
jiving to the music.
Jiggling and grooving, we
join in that soul train dance.
Written on 3/3/2017
Pleiades