Best Rave Poems
Cool, groovy, hip
No bummers here
Just a psychedelic love explosion
A total gas
We had a blast
The chicks were far out
So many foxes
The babes were alright
The whole scene was out of sight!
A good trip all told
This poem is circa the 1960's
Strobe lights flickered throughout the expanse.
And with an array of varying colors,
it displayed a mesmeric pattern that shadowed a deep entrancement.
The sounds, an orchestra of chaos; so artfully unruly.
Each thrashing bass, a seething burst of air, of vibration; it pulsated our bodies.
A constant, rippling sensation echoed,
commanding movement to its every beat,
like listless puppets of the night dance.
Those around with blank faces, unknown and unheard of
So clustered, cluttered and concealed,
visible only, were the split flashes of color.
Arms, legs, constricted by space,
but to each, it was our minds,
a realm of boundlessness; a physical infinity.
STUPID GIRLS
THINK THEIR ALL THAT
THEIR JUST MESH MASH
WHILST OUR PERSONALITIES CLASH
THEIR JUST TRASH
LOOKING LIKE WAGS
THEIR JUST TRAMPS
YOUR SPEAKING TO ME
I DON'T SEE ANYONE ELSE HERE BUT YOU
SO WHAT YOU GONNA DO
GIVE ME A BRUISE 'CAUSE I WAS RUDE
YOUR THE ONE WITH THE BLEEDIN' ATTITUDE
ALL OF WHAT I'M SAYING IS TRUE
WITH REAL HAIR
THEIR WANNA ALL GAWP AND STARE
BECAUSE WHAT'S ON THEIR HEADS AINT THEIR'S
THEIR WOULD'NT KNOW A GOOD THING UNTIL IT WEARS
THIS AINT RARE
THEIR TRESSES GO WITH THE AIR
IT DOES'NT STAND THEIR
I ANALYSE HOW THEIR BARE
SELLING SEX EVERYWHERE
WITH ME THEIR TRY TO CAMPARE
ONE SHOUD'NT EVEN DARE
I'VE GOT MODESTY
I'VE GOT DIGNITY
THINK YOUR NICE
YOUR NOT WHAT I DON'T LIKE
THINK YOUR PRETTY
SHAME MEN ONLY LOVE YOU 'CAUSE YOUR DEROGATIVELY DIRTY
THEM OF YOU STILL HAVING BABIES
DON'T YOU THINK ABOUT STDS
I KNOW THE AUDIENCE HAS HEARD IT ALL BEFORE
HERE'S IT TO YOU RAW
Its summertime, yea, it's party, raving time!
Always say no to drugs, evict the dealers!
Get off my head on rock, hip-hop, jazz, all fine!
Tumble, a rumble, oh, just a few reelers.
A shout out, a Mexican wave, say your mine!
Come, let's move our bodies, crazy teenagers!
Dusk, a cool zephyr, light now low, smooching slow.
Someone hits the volume, trance, I start to glow!
Picture Me A Summer Rispetto Poetry Contest, sponsored by Barry Stebbings
7/6/18
I went another damn day
Say what you say again now
Then go away
Sift through what’s left of us
Compile a short note for me
Find yourself the good one tonight
When I’m back you might know
Wound up in your cold again
Knowing when to breathe helps
Your language still contends
Body always wins with me in the know
Share your spitting thoughts in me
Parade my sickness like it’s your own
The carnage always looks grim
Colors are always stagnant here
Brilliant way to win, losing
Sadness will always shine for me
Who? What did he even mean
Too kind some would say
Differ the rest, go easy on this
Sit down for the end please
I’ve found the only good I’ll ever have
I went another damn day.
Lost myself in this crowd
I’m trying to find you
I’m feeling my way
My vision is gone
So many hands
Touching my body
But yours are the only-
-ones that I want
I’m really a good girl
But your making me bad
I think I’ve took acid
I’m tripping like mad
I’m out of space where no one can find me
Your gripping my waist
So where am I now
I need you to calm me down
I need to find my way out now
The music has got me got me going
I need to get myself out
~ (~) "Yes to tell the truth whatever I deemed alone so-far-myself in my-lifetime to be-of-
eminent-promise, quiet virtue — is but only a tale I fetched up to be my merry placate... yes
gathered up from the ominous hollo of the wandering winds, told in the futility of my mind
infinitely far-and-a-ways beyond the timelessness of their prudence, love... enchantment
continuing grace; that which I would delight myself in the-hands-of today — and for-the-
remainder of them... if were they to come to pass... ." (~) ~
~ (~) "For-them I would-not-barter a thing... but-offer-all-of-me again... and whatever
pleasures brought-bought-and-sought after-from-then-on yes I pray it would assume a true
peace, for everyone — instead-of-the-clutter wrought-mostly-of-my-own-confusion, and the
certain-hell-it-has brought-me, and another, as a result — but still... given this fact I feel
scars still-grow-old eventually growing over, given-the blessing of-time... life — the struggles
toward an honest enlightenment through faith in Christ all leading to victory I believe today
no-matter — the periodic lack-thereof... ." (~ ) ~
~ (~) "So I consider the experience of this hope as-the-promise-awaiting all-who would-will-
moreover-to fight-to-breathe, God's mercy the breath of life being their release, forgiveness,
their-humble-reprieve... ." (~) ~
~ (~) "Because captivating I think-yes, the-passion-of-a-promise left unfinished — alive... like
the-fury-and-fortitude-of-a-raging-wind, and so it is felt and upheld forever-kept-open —
such-it-is-I-feel-to-own-a-love, unending." (~) ~
~ (~) Be-it-to-death-or-the-journey-beyond, though prompt as time-presses-on so this hope
will always remain. (~) ~
~ (~) "Abounding-of-all good things-peace-forever-carrying its sweet refrain...
and with eternities light shown down... you know I shudder-to think-not...
because where-have I gone-that the-ground has-not risen-up to-greet-me... and-peace-
wasn't-found-eventually...
and at this moment where is it exactly I don't feel safe... through these things I know truth is
always resurrected...
and yes through these propositions I'm sure... so very much more can be deliberated!" (~) ~
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koJlIGDImiU
messed up on ex,
not knowing whats coming next,
seeing lights go 'round,
not knowing whats going down,
partying all night;
high on the anecdote of life.
A frequenter of concert square
A consumer of ecstasy
Thus was how I begot my teenage kicks
A cocktail mix of pills and beer
On a Saturday night
Bound for club
To dance away
Human traffic
Writhing to the soundtracks of the summer of love
Inside the dome of a super club
As God is my D.J
A child of Robert Miles
Faithless insomniac
I cant get no sleep
My ears bled from the beat
Starring into my bedroom ceiling
In the dark my pupils arch
Back to the strobe lights
I lay in wait
Counting sheep
Still underneath the chemical spell
Pulsations in my veins
The birds who chirp
And dawning sun that thaws between my curtain
Is the price the riders must pay
The entry tickets
When going out to play
With drugs inside your system
Weekend breaks here and now
Youngsters at heart,
nightfall they set
Words are loud it’s happening again
Excitement reveals a yarn of groove
………….. And when the awaited time has come
The race to the rendezvous is begun
Impressions are laid down by all
Dejavu describes the very spot
As cologne scents the atmosphere
Nicotiana adds complexion to the glow
and liquor counts the steps
And somehow body sensuous becomes pleasurable
It’s nothing but a rave!
Strobe laser lights fill the radiant air,
The room sways with fumes of excite,
Pounding with life full of colourful heat,
All through the deep and dark night,
As girls dressed in powerful colours of free,
Fluoresce with delicious hair spray,
And their eyes, nose, and lips, and all of their tips,
Glow on full public display,
At the local dance night of pure delight,
The seamless flow of electro jam funk,
All the people escape the life that they live,
And they all become a little bit punk,
Strobe laser lights form memories in haze,
Where everyone’s a musical slave,
Once every week in the underground club,
At the seismically colourful rave.
Dark fingers rained a thousand captured chords
Ranging like restless fireflies under glass
Gathered notes in freakish trilling hordes
Offering the Danse Macabre pass.
Sensuous and delicate on the keys
Before the great unmoving cause
So arranged to haunt the sad demise
The pallor over pasted triplets falls.
Restive sighs are pierced by plunging swords
Of dissonance, the soul cannot appease
His thunderous triumph, ovation soon affords
The master well-deserved, if outlandish, fees.
["Rave Notice" first appeared in The Hoosier Challenger, 1968; written c. 1967, it was reprinted in The Lady in the Pink Hat, Candor Press, 1969.]
FIRST PLACE WINNER
Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest
Poetry Soup - April 9, 2021
Rave at the gate, With chant and shout!
Make God mind how large the turnout
When his hand, so grand and devout,
squashes us like candles snuffed out.
Bid him not drop any more like flies.
Why must we not be more than loud,
In crying our souls ‘til hearts are drought?
All my dead with soul and without
Rave at the gate!
Demand rest of our souls unbowed
Unafraid from God and all proud
Today, the dead must speak for crowds
In memorials veiled in dark clouds.
Revolt for life; and all about
—Rave at the gate!
rent rave
more more
about nothing
that will
mater
in the end
is no way
to live
your life
cause in
the end all
that matters
is love
You rant and rave...
“There is no God”
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
“Or if he lives
All that he gives
is…
War, famine, and catastrophes…
Death, sickness and atrocities….”
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
“God is dead
GOD IS DEAD”
All you ever do
is….
Rant and rave
Rant and rave
But when you face your grave
Rant and rave
Rand and rave
Changes to….
“God please save!
God please save!"