Best Strobe Light Poems

In the intimate interlace of free will and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is.. is over in the stormy, swarming space of mere moments.

turbulence rises
as sun and clouds intersect -...

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10,000 people gathered on the beach that day
as he entered the stage wearing sandals he'd say, 
"WOW!  look at YOU  come to lend a hand"
Then he grabbed his guitar to strike up his  band

Ten thousands strong held their drinks in the air
in...

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In the dimming light of her bedroom,
a child sits facing the wall in her bad chair.
She has to go potty, but she doesn’t dare.
So she stares at the wall in the gathering gloom.

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Her mind is swirling with fear as the curtains billow in the wind,
lightning...

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_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love is free.

I went to the fest.
It was ninety eight.
I was...

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Eden of my eye
Beauty in culture of ten million
Garden of my eye
Haven of brethren and sistren

Values never weakened,  in words spoken
Freedom strengthened, heritage golden

Sprinkled love in dynamite
Ceilings of heaven in stalactites
Grounds softened by stalagmites
Citizens' history, written in strobe light

Magnets of loving people
Ore of the...

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Lying about a lion
Crying inside my heart, dying
No longer fighting
Don't bother trying
Don't bother reviving
No longer wanting
To be without you

There was a time when it ran brave
There was a time that you had it in a craze
This lion was untamed but you 
You made it a...

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Everybody love to say they’re number one,
but it takes two
to make beautiful music, 
so we’re told
Pitch perfect
That one favorite song two lovers have,
it never gets old
After ninety nine repeats, 
it sounds one zero zero multiple beautiful than it did before
Three times is the charm ...
It...

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I walked past my pantry
Late one Friday night
To the sounds of what appeared to be
The goings on of a party inside

I grabbed a hold the latches
Swung wide open the door
With absolutely no earthly idea
Of what was soon in store

Colorful lights were flashing
Somewhere in the back
I...

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Expectantly through the dingy window I gape
Lucid for now but only flickering
Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape
Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings

Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth
Crushed by the ache of this place
Catching fleeting images...a list of failed intents
Heavy darkness; I cannot breathe within this...

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Where are all the hippies from yesteryear,
did they pack up in their love bugs and disappear?
What happened to the summer of love,
and the freedom to express said love graphically?
Did they go on a long, long winter break,
and forgot and left the neon lights on, which...

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Zotëri Count Dracula
is a terrible, Transylvanian host
Mister Tarantula Fangs serves watered down
fermented, sour liver compost

I know 
because my Planet Terror peep Tarantino
said so

Vladdie’s batty bandë
campy lip sync way too much on the fly
Playing air guitar riffs
that’ll make any party stiff Mummy die

This I know
because my...

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I drag myself in to a dark cold room.
 Suddenly the strobe light comes on,
 Flashing around like white lightning.
 My head starts to spin, I feel nauseous.
 Every millisecond of light reveals a face,
 Different faces flash around me,
 Some of them I haven’t...

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STORM OF PRAYERS


Air reeks of dragon’s esteem ‘longside cyclonic wings of courage.

Strobe light-shadow rivals ~ swords thunder, silver flashing, flooding clouds.

Regret of demons ~ cherub tear drops plummet to earth, heart-shaped.

7/16/2017
Broken Wing’s Contest
Form Used: Sijo...

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The staccato stammering of bass guitar’s play
punctuated with the flash of purple strobe light.
Limitless is the vista of black and gray fright
ominously smothering the crowd’s ghoulish array.

Framed, as if frozen, in this acid white display,
some stagger in mimicking movements of blight
trapped between the pulse of...

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This broken heart, 
In sorrow beats,
in soulless measured time.
A harp without a harpist,
a poem without a rhyme.
futility in hollow words,
now permeates the void,
and resonates in nothingness,
the sound of hope destroyed.
From archived reels of memories,
minds data banks rewind,
replaying  silent movies,
on screens within the mind.
Favourite haunts...

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