Best Volt Poems
Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found.
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around.
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson.
I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets.
Now my hound pulls at my trousers.
When I'm face down drowsy with a mouth full of downers.
I'm pale looking clownish.
I ain't clowning around, see my self esteem floundering.
Out for the count as hells demons seen prowling around me proudly twisting and dancing entrancing.
Slipping away fast last vision left glancing enhanced with a mixture of doubt.
Knowing there's no one to laugh with and be found here alone with a sinister frown.
I've got to get out.
Haunted in this mysterious house that time forgot.
A place where damp rises and shrouded in all types of moss and lichen, rotting with the slime from condensation.
A sodden formed Forrest where I'm under sedation.
A clock work decision I watch myself gazing transfixed on my mission across amazing mazes.
As dreams fade into sight I stay silently praying.
Embracing the night watching day light escaping.
Remain in this safe haven I'm taken away safely remaining unshaken, grey and unshaven, eight shades of my aura shadows the ravens.
The creature with talons and the beak of eagle seen clutching a talisman to defeat it's evil.
I see through people. Phycic and tight lipped.
Leaving hindsight to guide you through life is wisest.
Am I dying or buying my time in this crises like I'm finally deep in abyss.
Analysing my past thinking did I even exist.
Forever with bliss since I slipped away tearful
Surviving myself I won't ever be fearfully trapped in this labyrinth with Pan and he knows me ghostly he came close cosey and held me closely through apocalypse start dropping atom bombs not stopping Babylon.
God got him banished like exhiled angels deep into faranheit heat like my minds a scotch bonnet.
The child of the scorch trials in the maze at night.
Was made strict then was bitten by count
Dracula.
Come the blood sucker parasite cancerous spanning round my brain like the legs of a tarantula.
Tendrils gargantuan.
Attaching the canula straight from the ambulance.
Inserting the catheter.
Wired like capacitors.
Body kept alive with 240 volt adaptors.
Categories:
volt, anger, best friend, brother,
Form:
Rhyme
Axe the old Don, a trump peter n piper
of incredulous hellish crud - be gone
ha air brushed pompous ****
Sunkist in Macy's window
then like a jackal hound, he doth run
after public outcry yelps
for his hide leaving
proletarian discord re: pyrrhic victory won.
Donald Duck Trump ™$ - a pompous ass
makes war with his big brass
knuckles and bucket of crass
maligns vis a vis character assassination
while kissing thing kith
darting forked tongue sharp as bro kin glass
inciting banal deathly hallowed
expletives toward lass
sees – especially Fox Television
news anchor woman Megyn Kelly
(quite so many ill mannered indiscretions ago)
inducing said personality
to bear the brunt of brutish mass
of vitriolic n vile insults sacrilegiously
maliciously, noxiously, opprobiously
incriminating, hellaciously,
desecrating opportunistically as hiss oh piss
so…NO amp pull VOTE of confidence from me
(thus far ohm host halfway to 2020 election
toward such a volt char quite rude, snooty
arrogant simian with sass.
I van (terribly hard pressed)
to describe while sitting on me rump
how he oh bomb in lee rages
gnashing false teeth
Wilma backside doth slump
still blasting Democratic nomination
(pa hill a reed) as sham –
from special interest bro and sis turn pump
he, the epitome of
crass bloviation, a malignant lump
whose rants,
sans presidential outcome a shame
bullying with his millions beds this,
that and another woman to bareback jump
disseminating gene pool
birthing more Quakers
and additionally doth hump
the mass media as some foolhardy charade
and caricature of a frazzled grump
this arboreal clothed ape erected Taj Mahal
phallic symbol, where players dump
and gamble away hard earn cash
for his kitty, as if that cachet
to grind and bump
lambasting with maniacal
like "Stormy Dan" yells
leering oafish ill pout
while hair rum
(of red follicular) bulls ad hocks
atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed locks
resemble a flock
of bronzed sea gulls mocks
heady measly shaped Muppet Ox
dis eased cranial hologram shocks
of a cretaceous, facetious tocks
(sic) exogenous, insidious, and obstreperous vox.
Categories:
volt, 12th grade, abuse, anger,
Form:
Imagism
I cheated when I went to the electrician school.
I don't know what I'm doing, I am truly a fool.
I always screw up every house that I wire.
When the power is turned on, people scream "Fire!"
I connect 110 volt wires to 220 outlets and 220 to 110.
When people see my work, they never hire me again.
I was foolish when I decided to wire my house too.
As it burned, I realized that it was a stupid thing to do.
I've been sued two hundred and fifty times and soon it will be two hundred and fifty-one.
When I rewired a man's house who had no insurance, he shot me in the ass with a gun.
I have something to say and I'm sure that you'll agree.
If you want a house that you can keep, don't hire me.
(This is a fictional poem.)
Categories:
volt, funny, house, people, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Great wilderness survivor skills are possessed by he,
but even so called experts screw up occasionally,
and so one evening he retired to the solace of his tent.
What followed afterward was most certainly a horrific event.
He awoke to find himself pinned down by a huge grizzly's paws
looking straight down the throat of the grizzly's huge massive jaws.
He carelessly went to sleep with food crumbs left on him.
It was the scent of these crumbs, not he, that attracted the bear to him.
He could not control his fear and the bear smelled it all over him.
When a bear smells fear it smells "My next prey victim."
The bear's entire massive weight then collapsed on top of him,
vibrating and uncontrollably spasming.
The bear's massive weight kept him beneath and helplessly pinned.
All the while he felt as if electricity was flowing all within him.
The bear stopped moving and went still suddenly.
It took all of his strength to push the bear's massive weight off of he.
You can imagine his relief but dismay when he managed to struggle to his feet
to discover that the bear was still breathing but unconscious or asleep
so he immediately proceeded to climb high up the closest tree.
The bear awoke and went on its way, confused as to what just happened there.
Wilderness Survival Rule # 1.
Never Be Without Your Standard Police Issued 100,000 Volt Taser.
You Never Know When You'll Have To Taser A Bear.
Categories:
volt, fear,
Form:
Rhyme
long lines of lights lining up and lighting up
the midnight asphalt that drives me
in shear exileration I accelerate
jocking for position like in a steeple chase
blurring images of lost faces
as I pass you by on my 8 cylinder high
wind whipping around no cop to be found
pushing the limit to warp speed
to fulfill my urges and needs
giving away to all my lust
caked on with highway dust
rolling thunder tway to quick to ever rust
as I turn it on filled with lust
high volt energy pulsing through
pounding faster than my heart
leaving you behind from the very start
better luck next time
hear them wind chimes
that's the sound of my sonic boom burying you in smoke
your ride is so pathetic what a joke
Categories:
volt, adventure, art, funny, urban,
Form:
Free verse
All time and effort lay, all that's best prayed
My one last say to be at last safe and paid
Though I got strayed and had been left to right swayed
All that's best prayed, all time and effort lay
Outcasted without trial, dismissed with deep vile
Grins taste of bile, nerves a fluttering volt of riles
No one to take hold with those futile ill revile
Dismissed with deep vile, outcasted without trial
They kiss without goodbye to free one last sigh
Forgiveness: legion of solitude, don't defy
Careful to tell not a lie, speaking with mind's eye
To free one last sigh, they kiss without goodbye
A hot stupid pride, a dip to cool in a tide
With turbulence, I still stride and take the ride
Indefinite guide, even nebulous hide
A dip to cool in a tide, a hot stupid pride
Too scared to give a try, too scared of break and cry
Bended knee, juiceless but I don't like to die
Tumbling to reach solely the wide ocean sky
Too scared of break and cry, too scared to give a try
(c) Olive Eloisa
2:15 am
June 02, 2014
Contest Name: Scary Moments
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
5th place, to God be the greatest glory!!
Categories:
volt, character, fear, feelings, pride,
Form:
Quatrain
Jeer, farcical cheer
Jive, cheer to sneer
Jest, barb to test
Pun, jest for fun
Joke, fun to poke
Jab, poke to grab
Joust, jabs that roust
Jibe, taunting vibe
Josh, vibe to squash
Jolt, tingling volt
Jaunt, volting flaunt
Categories:
volt, satire
Form:
Rhyme
CELEBRATED HEADACHE.
This Ota farmer recognized as
Africans kobo
Copper coin with a fluctuating photo,
You load tomorrow’s volt into this
Over sized portfolio,
Debit, wearing materials stitched from
Tattered pillows
Only a goat perambulates and forgets
His ancestral home.
I size this situation on a scale to measure
His kilo,
Plural of the ring road is all you
Telephoned
Till my fathers became old.
After ruling far away from Heath-row,
You beg for additional white robe
To continue your cataract legacy infected
With disfigured quotes.
II
I learnt from you, that power is fragile
Like flower,
Today you sit on the highest tower
Few minutes later, dry wind blew your
Sanctuary like this meaningless brown powder.
When I hit you on the road,
As Yoruba always told
The Culture with a symbolic throne.
I must fall to prostrate, because
Elder’s own the stronger bone.
Remember your convoy of hope,
You spoke to my people in a gentle
Tone,
See the gazed land of unlimited scope
Although we die befriending cold
My journey is satisfied with this
Ordinary biscuit bone.
Now you cant walk the streets
Without been stoned.
The logo for any hero,
Is to eradicate zero’s and communicate
Growth.
III
I know you will live long
And remain strong, so you have a
Taste of this rotten corn shared on this
Decayed road,
You served on a plater of fading gold.
Even as your interesting biography
Is purposely clothed with apologies
Your lungs will rust like metal in this
Liquid cup.
Listen to the bold voice from the
Nigerian soil,
Dedicated to the logo my unknown
Hero.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Categories:
volt, art,
Form:
Ballade
"Summer Nights: Stargazing"
Hold up let me flow when I used to know how to really pack those syllables,
When I'm stargazing falling in love found Aphrodite above,
When I was battling with Lucy jealous for my style,
At night I express my love when I saw the messages that lay to one,
When no peers saw the reverse spring you're the one that saw the love has done,
Stargazing at the bar lately, having those drugs lately,
For a party-life is the one with fun when I'm stargazing hallucinating that you could be the one,
When connections run deep that volt tingling your feet,
Baby, I'm going crazy when I know I belong among,
Lately, I've been missing the fun that life has shown me,
Once I'm done with the eight chapters I'll show you the masterpiece of love,
Been awhile since I shown anyone,
Baby, I'm stargazing this loud has me thinking,
When I know you must be going crazy questioning the wrongs,
When I displace the funds and the vision you didn't want any,
I'm stargazing when I fell in love with the art you loved,
When I found that seed in the garden the other day,
Away in the any, I have done when I found that new love,
Welcome to the Nowy Sezon,
I'm just beginning love.
Categories:
volt, how i feel, lost
Form:
Free verse
I am waiting for 60 Minutes to run out the clock
and I am waiting for Old Media to request end-of-life counseling
and I am waiting for NASA to announce an imminent extinction event
and I am waiting for the FCC to scrap its plan to monitor thought waves
And I am really waiting for someone to interrupt Bill O’Reilly
I am waiting for Wolf Blitzer to screw up one morning and shave
and I am waiting for GM to admit the Volt was not grounded in reality
and I am waiting for Madonna to say she’s mad as hell and she’s not gonna shake it anymore
and I am waiting for a priest, a rabbi, and a mullah to walk into a bar
And I am really really waiting for the day when humor is color-blind
Inspired by the poem I Am Waiting by Lawrence Ferlinghetti,
from A Coney Island of the Mind (1958)
Categories:
volt, humor,
Form:
Free verse
Fire In The Rain
Flickering torch upon windowsill
In turbulent air whirls the windmill
Red heats the beads of mornings kiss
Electrified volt of Terra’s abyss
Illuminating glass separates the elements
Neither shall embrace in remembrance.
Ticks of time resonate the patter of drops
Heard as I gaze past the glistening treetops
Everlasting Earth, water, air and fire
Reclaiming each realm and to each their desire.
Aimlessly I ponder by candlelight
Inner most thoughts ends this quite spring night
Now I blow out my candles flame…and smile.
Categories:
volt, earth, fire, smile, water,
Form:
Sonnet
I decided to have an Andy Griffith moment with Tyler and Violet last night and brought them outside to check out the once every century meteor shower. After nearly tripping down the stairs because I was blinded by Violets 220 volt 10,000 lumen light up ‘sparkly’ shoes I stepped in dog poo...barefooted while making our way to lay on the trampoline. Five minutes into our ‘bonding’ time I was abandoned outside by myself when Violet SWORE she saw a UFO. After both kids ran in screamin to mama about alien abduction I was finally enjoying the peace and quiet of the night when all of a sudden I heard a POP!....then another. All of a sudden it sounded like a gatlin gun going off and every spring broke loose from the trampolines fabric and I hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. My Tyson’s refugee/rescue chicken (Chickie-Wah-Wah #2) comes running out like a confused velociraptor and proceeds to peck my head. I think I may have fractured my ass bone and still have dog poo under my big toenail....didn't see a single meteor.
#TrampolineAndTailboneTroubles
#wantedToBuyTrampolineMat
#WeHadChickenForDinner
Categories:
volt, animal, child, dad, father
Form:
Narrative
The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got
I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short
And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot
Categories:
volt, appreciation, basketball, happy, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Quote me Rumi .
My silence is NOT NOISE,but more volt
Within me there is thunder bolt,
Waiting in for the right flash,
With a power for mountains to crash,
I have a fire in my belly,
I'm selective to behave humbly,
My words are measured,actions treasured,
With grace,I choose to stay,off the rat race.
Quote 2:When I am silent,I have a thunder hidden inside.
Biblical qoute: If speech is silvern(silver),then silence is gold.
Contest: Quote me Rumi
Sponsor:Silent One.
30.11 .2015
Categories:
volt, birth, culture, desire, faith,
Form:
Rhyme
The verb, when well wired,
acts as a unit of electrical potential
equal to the difference between two sparks of meaning
on a graduated scale of question marks,
carrying a constant current of one impact.
When poetic power charges the space
between the thought and the word
there is a jolt,
and a vault from an ought
to a fact.
In the right hands
a marvelous toy.
Categories:
volt, language,
Form:
Free verse