Best Repeater Poems
Nikola Tesla came to America in the 1880's to work with Thomas Edison,
a lot of his brilliant ideas getting patented by others who had a bank run,
today being the anniversary of his dying poor in a hotel in New York City,
a pioneer of a/c transmission and wireless technology he will always be a genius in history.
1-7-17
Addendum: Tesla was born in Croatia on 7-10-1856 and died in NY city on 1-7-1943.
Inventions:
A/C power transmission
Death ray machine
Fluorescent lights
Induction motor
Radio
Polyphase a/c system
Rotating magnetic field principle
Telephone repeater
Tesla coil transformer
Wireless communication
Categories:
repeater, betrayal, blessing, for him,
Form:
Clerihew
Sexy sensual silky smooth seductively smart Sebastian
Charismatic cool comet crashing creative chemical concoction
Over thinker overseer overwhelming
Revolving six shooter raw rhyme repeater
Purposeful and pondering the question of what's powerful
Intense somewhat intelligent always an irresistible individual
Oddball offspring enjoying an open water poetry philosophical odyssey
Categories:
repeater, character, me,
Form:
Acrostic
We’re gonna grow you,
slop you and slow you...
Just as the moles do-
in and out of holes,
in and out of food.
What did I just brew?
Where are my hands on the shelf?
Clearing out the pastries like the little people’s elf’s-
jumping and cheering like we’ve got nobody else-
to sell,
to weld,
or baby... to be held.
I race the reaper to the melt,
let mush and mash and safety nets blast!
Get common,
get into a mass!
Why are you so fast!?
Why am I not on a mast?
Sailing this ship is why I take the past to my ass!?
**** you history!
**** you lazy lizardry!
I am misleading,
I am blistering!
What a fake **** you take to the depot truck!
Dump dump,
dump dump!
I hate that chump!
I hate fake trucks!
**** you man on top!!!!!
**** you Eminem bump!
Dizzy dazzy in a laugh,
dizzy Dazzy in a blast from ya past,
come and getta' pass,
free face flex,
and you know you’ll tap that ass.
Beattin’ in a bump,
we all take some chumps,
pull um down,
pull um down,
we gotta frown to the man who puts us down...
Whata fake stroke a’ luck to the beater of the buck!
Spit it out!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
Give us hugs!
We’ve gotta love too young to bus-
transfer,
fudge,
or even lust,
we’ve gotta trust in each other when we must,
hit hard against the repeater even if we’re dust!
Categories:
repeater, destiny, devotion, dream, drink,
Form:
Light Verse
count on it...
that numbers made the world
we came to believe
after all ten digits
long ago ran out
and we stuck our toes into the fray
to count and be counted anyway
and they too ran out
a foot at a time
and numbers became stuck to
our rulers feet or by meter,
our sole, soul repeater
then we counted awhile,
and soon wired some beads
to a wooden frame
'cause, unconsciously we knew
it'd never be the same
and abacuses counted because
Sumerians knew the power of
columns of orders of magnitude to
give counting a certain, amplitude
and soon balances were forged and
everything compared to something else -
grain to sheep,
sheep to amphora,
amphora to slaves,
slaves to children
children to wives
neighbors lives to our own lives
covetousness counted as
a capital idea
long before Adam Smith
or any form of mercantilism
came to bear witness on a weakness of man
yet who can count on power
is there a conversion factor
that shows more or less
that less is more than some detractor
what's the ratio of
desire to need to
redemption to volition to
love to life -
there's a number of ways to count it
© Goode Guy 2013-04-11
Categories:
repeater, imagination, introspection,
Form:
Narrative
RECORDS OF PAST HISTORY
The past wasn’t all that great and the so-called “achievements” - say -
Of the past pale when we compare them to our capabilities today.
Egyptians built the fearsome Great Pyramid weighing 6 million tons in 20 years;
We dump 7 million tons of rubbish every year in the Atlantic without fears.
Moses parted the Red Sea for a while to allow escape;
But the Soviets made the Aral Sea disappear entirely from the landscape.
Moses also made the Egyptian Nile turn red for hours -
The English chemical industry constantly turns the River Tees red, and sours.
History’s important Punic Wars sadly killed 160 000 people in twenty years,
But US road accidents kill the same number in only 4 years - no tears.
More EU harvested grain is burnt weekly, to combat low-price fear,
Than a whole year of growing in the mighty Roman Empire economic sphere.
5000 people ate fish and bread with Christ : there were left 12 baskets of good food.
5000 can eat with McDonalds with no good food at all, just business shrewd.
Great Wall of China used to be most important cultural object seen from spaceflight;
Now that’s nonsense, it is in fact Las Vegas at night.
We have been capable of eroding the Acropolis much in forty years.
How much erosion from two millennia of great civilizations? Nowhere near!
Every fifteen years or so, one meteor impact can destroy 80 million trees;
We remove that from the world’s forests every week with ease.
Yes our civilization is a world beater
Not just a record-from-the-past repeater
Categories:
repeater, introspectionpeople, sea, people, red,
Form:
Couplet
"Never Settle"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Never settle for disrespect
Because that's exactly what you will get
Never settle for inferiority
Because, of all, that's the worst sorority
Never settle for the player's game
Because, at most, all you could ever be is lame
Never settle for the lies
Because they will cause your heart so many cries
Never settle for a cheater
Because that word means repeater
Never settle for casual, unprotected sex
Because it usually leads to many regrets
Never settle for any abuse
Because, for that, there just IS no excuse
Never settle for second rate
Because, with that, there can be no debate
Never ever settle for less
Because if you do, you can never be your best
Categories:
repeater, abuse, art, deep, encouraging,
Form:
Couplet
Peter met Rita
He was so pleased to meet her
They went on a date, so Peter could treat her
On the date, Peter challenged Rita to a game of cards
(He thought he could beat her)
In the game, Rita was beating Peter
Peter called Rita a cheater
He said “Rita, you need to play neater”
You are a big cheater!
“Rita, you are a big, big, big cheater” shouted Peter
(Peter was a repeater)
The following week, Peter met up again with Rita
Peter told Rita, he was sorry to call her a cheater
He asked if they could meet up again
(Him being a repeater!)
They later enjoyed a night out
With a litre of Margarita
Categories:
repeater, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
They Say He’s A Loser
They say he’s a loser and repeater
But he ignores them and stays in battle
He’s really a brave army and trooper
For him, to die for homeland is noble.
He keeps on going to war just to win
His filthy face and wounds are washed by rain
For him, to surrender is a great sin
Fate is cruel… but sweetest to endure pain.
They say, he will never be promoted
Bound in battlefield just doing duties
But to fight for freedom is rewarded
Priceless joy for him, then promotion's kiss.
Most of the time, losers are the champions
Once they never give up striking irons.
May seven , 2023 8.12am
Categories:
repeater, soldier,
Form:
Sonnet
A world of darkness that's a void of emptiness inside
A bottomless pit that has no end as you fall deeper
A wall of shame showing past regrets you cover and hide
A waterfall of sadness and sorrow that never dries it's a repeater
Of your lows that drains away your purpose and light in life
Of the struggles you face feelings of not getting over
Of your heart ever so slowly shattering trying to stay alive
Of your spirit losing faith and belief that you'll never climb back and recover
From the storms in our mind that makes it hard to seize the day
From the hurt in your heart that hits heavy in your chest
From the iceblock you freeze yourself in and have nothing to say
From the isolated four walls you buried yourself in laying in to rest
This feeling I speak of is depression a mood where the devil lies
Temptation of suicide at a all time high and the clock not turning back
To a point where happiness was once possible and a love that never dies
But when you been in that world for so long it's hard to find a crack
Of light glimmering on the other side calling out to you
Of loving arms reaching out trying to help you get through
Of compassion of others whose been in that world of hurt
Of care whose there to comfort and pick you up from the dirt
So I dance to find a passion staying away from that world
I dance to stay warm and positive rather than be alone and so cold
Also I write to reflect where I once was in a stage of my years
I write to let my story be told and a way to let out the tears
I dance for all to admire and I write with gems in each to inspire
The world I once seen as hopeless and dim fades as cracks of light glimmer from above
As our father from heaven is pouring out blessings and love
A talent I get to share with each one of you all
And an inspiration to those who been in the same circle you can stand tall
For our loss, pain, grief, regrets, or sorrow is here for a season
Your still alive here with me and your meaning in life has reason
Pain is sometimes the hardest thing we can bare
But with pain comes strength and that strength can't compare
To the happiness and relief you'll feel of the other side of the rainbow
Categories:
repeater, appreciation, blessing, care, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
(Lines on a visit to a repeater station)
See it
stretching to the sky
contained in a cloud
Jacob's ladder grows from the ground.
What angels in overalls
and rubber extremities
periodically climb on missions
to the great lightmaker above?
Spreadeagled, its feet
are rooted in earth.
The framework solid,
the centre hollow
it relies on its connection
to other such great ladders.
Swaying in the atmosphere
the cable forms a thread of cobweb
over the earth.
The pulse of daily life
flows through the lines
and the servants tend the garden
in the light that shines from Babel's border.
Categories:
repeater, future, technology,
Form:
Verse
its end shall be soon
the dandy fan thinks the moon
just a merely stone
old smart ass baboon
hard worker older mason
rings like elder phone
Categories:
repeater, adventure, humorous, sound,
Form:
Senryu
It's a blessing when through spiritual eyes you can see; if not all, but some of the nasty games and tricks played to take your mind by the enemy.
Nothing that he does is new, he is a repeater; only to those who can't spiritually see.
It will be found that he use the same game and tricks that appears to be quite crafty.
No he does not play fair at all; his whole aim to take control of God's chosen and cause a destructive fall.
He use those who are closest to us to move in his manipulative spirit with the plan to destroy us all.
Stay girded up in the truth of God's word and stay in the light.
Realize that he uses our children the most in what appears to be our biggest fights.
Only spiritual eyes can see the hidden distractions, get past the disbelief to find the discovery.
Of how he use manipulations and emotions of our loved ones to carry out his vendetta's; against God's people.
Collecting to him our souls as his victory.
No one is off limits that is attached to you; expect those that you have loved, protected, fought and cared for.
It is those you most adore that can be used as a pawn, a tool of malice and destruction against thee.
Stay prayed up; constantly plead the blood of Jesus, when you recognize and see the nasty hateful spirits of the Enemy.
Categories:
repeater, betrayal, corruption,
Form:
Free verse
The hunt for quails had begun.
Two old men sat on a bench on the main street.
A shot rang out of the stillness of the countryside.
Below one old man, weak-sighted but the sound of hearing,
raised his head towards the ridge.
"He missed! Surely the fool has missed!" he said.
Up the street, two youths approached, both carried
a double-barrelled repeater. Both had empty bags.
The two young men stopped in front of them.
"Oliver would have hit any bird even with half-blind eyes,"
the taller one said. "And you, Bert? Come with us tomorrow?"
Laughing, they continued their way.
"Of course, rest assured we are indeed men!
I lost count of the number of quails I caught!"
"We are men! You know what, we’ll go hunting too."
Two heads, one white, one bald, nodded in unison.
“We’ll meet early at six tomorrow.” They agreed.
The town hall clock rang out every hour.
Six o’clock struck. Nature slept on.
Below, in an alley, two old men dreamt. Damn fools!
They moaned in their sleep. Why can’t they shoot straight?
Categories:
repeater, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
It is unfathomable, I say.
Chance, the village repeater, says, “UnFAM-IT-BLE!” and smiles at me.
Louder than I was, but with more feeling.
I cringe, pre-seeing how this village meeting might unfold.
“Incomprehensible!” I announce, watching for eye movements.
An avid proponent of psttacism, Chance yells,”com-Rad-Visible!”
“Which means?” I ask him. He shrugs, flashing a mouth full of teeth, except one.
“It is unconscionable!” I holler, wondering what he will do with this.
“YEAH!” he says, giving a fist pump.
I grin, seeing fist bump go swiftly into two thumbs up.
Chance is my biggest supporter, and coincidentally, the only
Villager who has attended my maybe-not-so-well-advertised press conference.
The reporter from Nothing-town says “Anything else?”
I shake my head, and thank him for coming.
“News was slow in No-town,” he replied. “No big deal.”
“Will we be on the news?” Chance asks.
He shakes his head. “Depends on whether or not my boss cares about
Opossum neutering,” he says. “It is hard to tell.”
Besties now, I invite Chance to lunch.
He is my biggest supporter, after all.
My favorite supporter.
The gift of psttacism was a happy unexpected bonus.
We both received postcards for years from people
Who could not stop laughing at us.
Categories:
repeater, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form:
Light Verse
German resistance well-noted within prison encampment
Rambunctious brood neath an underground network
Erasing traces under so-called watchful eyes
Allied soldiers, hundreds to gain freedom
Together with a few arduous laborers
Escapee repeater joins the group
Smart-aleck, a wisenheimer
Cyclist, a real daredevil
Against all the odds
Prisoners escaped
Except for a few
2020 January 12
Great escape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Categories:
repeater, character, motivation, moving on,
Form:
Acrostic