Best Shockwave Poems
ON RESCUING AN INJURED PIGEON
I.
sliding screen door screeches, pigeons scatter
thump of wing against breast, shockwave breeze
more frequent than in the past, shimmering necks
soundtrack squirrel zig-zags, new-green lawn
perches like the pigeons, await my departure
II.
he appeared in the night, a tattered statue
grey as the rumbling skies, white patch on his back
must be hurt, too painful to move, teal collar
my compassion swells, how can I help?
leave him seed and water, natural healing
III.
red-toed demon leaving bird-turd on my deck
can barely walk let alone fly away, railing perch
rain or sun sits most of the day, ruffled feathers
hit his head or fallen, maybe a scuffle with a cat
wants to be part of a flock, I move closer
IV.
day three I made him a coop, Bucky by name
Becky if it’s a girl, I’m not checkin’, won’t go in
moving better, flies a little, short bursts
still prefers my perch, watch him sleep, still
hours to days, nothing seems to change
V.
the four-legged’s have found the coop and feed
I become my grandmother chasing chipmunks, futile
Bucky likes grass, hacksaw walk, double-banded
looks strong enough to fly, abandoned racer
wonder, is it psychological or could it me?
VI.
trail of seeds brought him to the edge, coop and me
as I watch him he watches me, wide ruddy eyes
huddles in a ball on one foot, freckled vest
finally, twice today he found his way to the coop
sad he can’t go home, sheltered but dispossessed.
VII.
animal rescuer Howard came with a net today
tried clumsily to catch him, lift and accelerate
over the treetops he flew, circled back to land
from the rooftop he smiled down at us, relieved
proof time heals all wounds, in rock pigeon world.
Aug 30/18
Categories:
shockwave, analogy, animal, pain,
Form:
Personification
At the ball...
At this point in the tale, a happy ending should be pending,
But readers now are more demanding,
And so, I'll tweak a bit the plot.
Cinderella made an entrance like aurora borealis
That sent a shockwave through the palace,
"Who is this chick? Man, she is hot!"
When the prince caught her attention, his anxieties enflamed him,
But when she smiled, he overcame them,
And asked her if she'd care to dance.
The king and queen were sore relieved
Because they'd had some apprehension,
To girls he'd never paid attention,
They thought him something of a "nance".
But by the time the waltz was over he was thoroughly enraptured,
This girl his royal heart had captured,
And her to wed he was inclined.
Mom and Dad looked on with pride,
And it was then and there decided
To get the two of them united
Before the prince could change his mind.
But he was well and truly hooked, and as to true love she surrendered,
Cindy suddenly remembered
She must be out of there by twelve.
If she hung around too long
Until the tower bell stopped tolling,
The whole darn thing would start unrolling,
The midnight knell would end the spell.
So Cinderella fled the ball, but just before the spell was broken,
She dropped a slipper as a token,
And hoped the prince would come around.
But when the clean-up crew was through,
Along with hairpins and nail clippers,
At least a dozen single slippers
Had been turned in to Lost and Found.
When the prince saw all those shoes, he didn't ponder which or whether,
Just one was crystal, the rest leather,
And he knew what he had to do.
He had his mother pack a lunch,
And Benzedrine he grabbed a fistful,
Then off he shot just like a pistol
In hot pursuit of that glass clue.
To be continued...
Categories:
shockwave, humor,
Form:
Light Verse
Trere stands a man who's brave. Had many close shaves, wasn't at all afraid, not even of the grave.
He was a total knave, would always misbehave because he was downright depraved.
He would rant and he would rave like he belonged in a cave. He thought he had it made, not knowing to sin, he was a slave.
Til one day, he had a crave but someone else needed a fav, he couldn't understand why? From his heart he gave
Then he was hit with a shockwave, from that moment he was saved.
Now he's no longer depraved cause he was laved and now his way is paved.
No more to sin, a slave for he know The Lord forgave.
How long to sin will you be a Slave.
Categories:
shockwave, appreciation, baptism, encouraging, forgiveness,
Form:
Metrical Tale
More than twelve hundred souls
Meet their watery grave.
German U-boat patrols
Spark a fatal shockwave.
This echo of the past
Resounds throughout history.
Rousing war unsurpassed,
Deadly shroud of mystery.
The empire aids Cunard,
Loaning millions in pounds.
Lord Inverclyde toils hard
On deceptions unsound.
They hide admiralty
Within their merchant fleet,
And in reality
War barons plot deceit.
Famed cruiser so agile
Brings home the Blue Riband.
Propellers prove fragile,
New designs would respond.
While retooling the craft,
Gun mountings are installed.
Hidden away most daft
Down where the ropes are hauled.
However they decide
To switch their new design.
Large cargo holds shall hide
Munitions in her spine.
War with Germany starts
With land mines and blockades.
America builds parts
While Britain launches raids.
The Isles become war zones
With no sure passage back.
Submarines would throw stones
To sink the Union Jack.
So Daniel Dow protests
This British smuggling ring.
The prior chief suggests
Attacks these loads will bring.
A German message warns:
"Huge risk at British sea!
If allied flags adorn,
They'll be hacked to debris!"
Captain Turner is picked
To lead the merchant ship.
"Speed shall avoid conflict
On this momentous trip."
Voyage two hundred-one
Departs Pier 54
Under a watchful sun,
Fresh ammo in her store.
Steaming toward Fastnet Rock,
Bowler Bill seeks advice.
Three ships are sunk in shock,
Warnings are confirmed twice.
Posting double look-outs,
They ready the lifeboats.
Bill secures a black out
While taking careful notes.
Thirty miles from Cape Clear,
The vessel enters fog.
Weather thwarts so severe
The captain slows their slog.
The periscope spots them
As orders are passed down.
One button shall condemn,
Destruction all around.
The Old Head of Kinsale
Watches the missile glide.
The bomb shreds to assail
Those weapons stowed inside.
Categories:
shockwave, history, warwar, war,
Form:
Ballad
Untimed
Untamed
In the face of a thousand horsepower
Up rises the man of the hour
His passion peaked
His focus tweaked
Raw
Pure
He spins and loops
Whirlpools each lap
Egos over rev
An enchanted V-twelve
The archangel
Fallen to enthral
Thrusts his sword through my wall poster
In a chariot mounted a motor
The Red Baron
Supercharged to slay the dragon
A German craftsman
Piloting the air bending chicane
Driven around his own soundtrack
Blazing the chequered flag
Atop the podium
A mesmerised coliseum
A roar like an earthquake
A Danke!
A gold medallion to his bullion
Akin to Hamilton
A well formulated campaign
In a splash of champagne
A force of nature in his prime
Inspired in me
A shockwave like a tsunami
You beat the clock Schumi
Categories:
shockwave, hero, sports,
Form:
Rhyme
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
It is not due to hairspray or baby oil; it's our fate.
Rapidly melting Arctic glaciers are causing damage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Carbon from fossil fuels is the major emission element.
A ferocious shockwave of metabolic blaze stage.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Concerns around the ozone hole depletion sprout.
Sea level is rising due to melting ice and warmer plage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
War and turmoil look trivial compared to climate.
Despite that our kids are at risk, newly threats emerge.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
To allow plant life to thrive, we need to alter our zest.
Retain the air safe and car-free with zero carbon discharge.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Written April 20, 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Categories:
shockwave, adventure, allusion, angst, animal,
Form:
Villanelle
Such a small place, so much noise.
Finding it so hard to maintain my poise.
Somebody save me! Save me from this cacophony.
Treat me with nothing less than a sweet symphony.
It may be a smallville but it definitely needs some order.
I need a noble. Maybe the man from Krypton. A noise bender. Korra?
Silence is far. So far away from me.
I need an alternative. Something more pleasant.
An aural sedative. A composed depressant.
A while ago, I found my cure. I needed a dose of music.
But I tuned into a wrong frequency and now, all I hear is static.
“Hold on”, they said. “Do not panic.”
But they don’t understand my condition. Drugged with mental poison. My neural arsenic.
This concoction of sounds like scrambled beacons.
A shockwave messing up my mind; producing deceptions and cons.
It’s a whole new level and no sign of the end.
Lots of mixed signals. Even Fourier can’t comprehend.
Here’s my last note:
Somebody help me! I need an antidote.
Categories:
shockwave, confusion, drug,
Form:
Narrative
Perilous addiction hell bent completion deluded cohesion.
Negative infusion feathered motion, spiraling down like a crispy weathered October leaf.
Faded grasp like the winter sun in vision the same but a difference so vast
The echo of mankind never seldom to my ear, peace of mind never at cheer
Bellows and bellows of screaming lucid thought crippled by the same resort.
Wonky leg like a wonky chair bruised battered weakened and loose escaping like vaporing air.
The ripple of contained liquid just slight but a mystery to the mass I am inclined
Coned, padded, shut away, forgotten, a pressed particle of cigarette ash in a dormant
Hallway corner,
Noticed by a moment of dust filled beams of light, exhilarating in such short time
Gone again like black from night the acute jest of life, smashed glass left and unoccupied
The heart so cold like bitter urine in survival mode soggy chip squashed under foot nobody cares
Nobody’s good. Lost in a cold shockwave of pain thrown to shore different than any other
Too alien to mention too slain to fear a wondrous maze of capital esteem stagnant in movement
Pointless art all curved and pointless oh where I am and oh where do I start.
Can I awake can I resound is this reality or is it just another calamity. Insanity gone beyond
No track to unravel stability of the foundational start, just a implosion of art.
Categories:
shockwave, allegory, life, mystery, ,
Form:
Free verse
The night sky lightning sends a psychedelic shockwave
the wrath of the thunderstorms wake up the grave
the river cry of music sounds
but not loud enough to hear a spirit drown
the roses and their petals fall one by one to say goodbye
only thing left is the unsightly thorns to hurt my eyes
The night moon carries strong energies
revealing shadows and dark forces
but then I'm protected by pretty entities
Categories:
shockwave, storm,
Form:
ABC
The open road echoes his soundtrack
Going double platinum with each new track
His footsteps felt for miles like a shockwave
He’s the love of music we all desperately crave
Tops the charts could never keep him down
He's a hit, turning any frown upside down
His lyrics speak healing to the hurting heart
He’s love and he’s got this down to an art
His music vibes awakens even a ghost town
It’s a sound who’s origins are otherwise unknown
Without a guitar, piano, drums or saxophone..
He delivers a full performance all on his own
He’s on a mission to make the world dance
To bring you through every taxing circumstance
To deliver to all nothing less than ‘poetic’ justice
And to spread the message of love and peace
08-18-2015
Thabang J. Ngoma
Contest
Tammy Ream's 'What is your form of 'Justice''
Categories:
shockwave, love, music,
Form:
Rhyme
The insect hymns
press gently on the inner ears.
They hide in the umbra,
great intricacies
of chitinous clicks
and timpanis
and tiny shockwave harmonies
grooving late
into the ferocious night -
until the umbra yowls
and hoots,
and the the hunters seek the hymns.
Categories:
shockwave, insect, music, night, science,
Form:
Free verse
Shockwave of affectively laden numbness
Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction
Tempestuous fever in hibernation
Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing
Discoloration life's defibrillation
(Work in progress)
(Work in progress)
Categories:
shockwave, depression, grief,
Form:
Pictures that hang on a wall in our soul. Snapshots of unending passions, as numberous as the stars. The smile of the blue eyed angel shutters the camera with a envy for her grace, focusing on more then is apparent. Through hardships unknown to us joy beckoned her, through silvered screens of starlet dreams, and wild whispers winding about in a sea of unending legacy. Reinventing herself to realize her dream. Where did Norma go? She now only dwells in Mrs. Monroe, for the twin must come to fruition. No longer the auburn hair gleams, glistening on grounds of grit and sand, the ocean waves awash with wildly wanted wonderment sustained by her innocence. For the coin flips and the twin wins triumphantly. The world drunk with the beauty of their new found star. The sex symbol diva cries for the respect she deserves, the body becomes all that's desired. The bombshell drops, the people lost in the blast. Turning the tide in a shockwave of bewilderment. Norma sighs and the flowers cry for their friend now lost to fiendish diamonds glittery glint. For the diamond now have a new best friend. Strong and wise she was and is. Ignorant and weak the wicked weasles play till the starlet is no more. Farewell sweet Norma Jeane time played you wrong, but in us you still live on, and every aspect of you adorns our walls. And we rejoice in your awe and beauty.
Sleep now in quiet repose.
Categories:
shockwave, tribute, lost, lost,
Form:
Blank verse
You just had another nightmare,
and you’re trembling
under the covers so scared
But then the devil says:
why are you awake,
go back to sleep!
Return to that REM place
where it’s safe ...
no more wakey wake!
What was it that frightened you
in your sleep,
made you have recurring bad dreams?
Was it the people you saw screaming,
who were burning
As a megaton missile
delivered radioactive rain
Was it the children you saw crying,
who were drowning
As a tsunami shockwave
sent them to a watery grave
Each night, you have the same nightmare
that makes you so scared
But the devil don’t care,
he rails on you:
why are you still awake,
go back to sleep!
Get back to the deep dream place
where it’s safe ...
no more wakey wake!
When that autumn mushroom night
turns into a nuclear winter sunrise,
then you can open your eyes
Categories:
shockwave, death, dream, fear, visionary,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
A collapsed cave houses my curse
Where once stood your altar
Memory haunts me like a headless horse
A broken man with an empty centre
It’s been a decade and some tears
Since forever was lost to the winter
Imprisoned by the cold of commitment fears
The key dangles, but none dare entre
Your grace was the fireplace to my hurt
Your angel wings carried my soul
A ripple of fate tore what we had apart
A shockwave our love couldn’t sail
A dark cloud thunders over my heart
Its reign soaking me in sorrow
Lightning flashes pain at your thought
On my knees like a broken arrow
Categories:
shockwave, lost love, , fate,
Form:
Rhyme