Best Volts Poems

dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body

family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid...

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PART 1:          THE MEETING

Alone one night neath lantern light, I trudged a weary mile.
Forlorn, I went...

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My Pilot Light

In a hidden crevice
between soul and skin,
there is a flicker, 
a tangerine flame
blazing through black abyss;
illuminating infinite veins of strength 
that light like...

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A storm is brewing inside and out.
Can you hear distant thunder roll?
It mimics the buffeting of his clout,
clouds match the darkness of his soul.

Lightening strikes...

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You could feel it couldn't you
son who has left the room
mother electricity
the 1,000 bolts
10,000 volts
(not even 27 years could cure)

I give myself over
I fall
and I...

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The second your name, touches my lips, sweet spring warmth blooms upon them,

The sun, becoming my smile, radiating from my body, my soul. 

Oh, the...

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STORM ELECTRIC

Over there
in the hills
There’s a flash 
Giving birth
To a sound 
Like a pulse 
In the veins
of the Earth

Echoing
From the crags
As a drum 
Beat ahead
The...

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Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already...

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There was an electrician from Nashes
Who worked in darts and dashes.
One day especially rushed
Against 240 volts he brushed.
Now Nashes is home to his ashes....

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Roger was an humble man, 
who dreamed of being a stud; 
for when it came to pleasure, 
poor Roger was a dud! 

He created a...

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I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of...

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RENEWED BY GOD'S SPIRIT


Falling, falling are the salty drops from my eyes.
Crying, crying is my broken bruised buckled heart
so long oh so long, I am...

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In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a...

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Say it loud if that is what thrills you
Say it twice if that is what you don’t want
Say it loud if that is what brings...

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As he spreads his wings
The wind flutters the feathers
Against a heron-dotted sky
Of deepest dark
A strong wind to fly
As granite boulders blackly rumble
Deepest voice as raindrops...

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