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 about irregular heartbeat
EKG failed to determine cause
left me more in doubt than at ease
dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s “Marathon Man”
the more pain inflicted
the more he rejoiced
deep root cleaning caused severe infection
bloodwork done by Vampira clones
labs filled with tubes and needles
results not shared with me
yet I footed the bill
optometrist an Oriental who moved so fast
didn’t care if the prescribed glasses worked
boo on you, dang aristocrats
waving your credentials
nurses so slow to respond
MRI promised on CD, but couldn’t be obtained
just like the blood tests, needed a “report”
doctors driving me insane
each should share my mental hospital bills
*Based on ongoing health tests and written for PD’s contest. Assignment Free Verse, 25 lines, category slam, sad and educational, title: Mental Hospital Bills
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 gun powder;
a thousand volts of survival
searing through my core.
There is a whisper in that flame,
ripples beyond discernible sound,
that directs me to take solace
in the unwavering knowledge
that my dreams are already realized,
waiting on life’s top shelf;
I have only to climb up and see
that they were never out of reach,
only temporarily out of sight.
I know this more securely
than I can be sure of anything else:
love, marriage, children,
are rolls of a roulette dice
that tumble around in a risky blur
chancing to settle on snake eyes,
but desire, aspiration, ambition and execution
are coordinates on my internal map
and I will never lose direction.
Spin all the cobwebs of doubt
that you believe can trap my will,
but what I have you can’t touch
or break, or steal, or burn out;
such is the radiance
of my inextinguishable flame
burning on a wick of passion,
feeding on a fuel of might,
and guaranteed to burn the hand
that comes too close
to touching
my pilot light.
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 with its cruel bolts
As quickly as his hand pummels me.
The pain feels like a thousand volts.
From both angry storms I must flee!
Winds start gusting and blowing wild.
His screams match their howling force.
Brewing storms cannot be reconciled.
They leave devastation in their course.
I don't think I can take more vicious storms.
As cold rain washes over my battered face,
it mingles with warm teardrops of my alarm.
I must escape the furies of this raging place.
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April 18th, 2016
A Storm is Brewing
by: Kelly Deschler
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 gladly go
i swan dive
to rock bottom
I will face that stone
I will smack
I will crack
Nd still I will be reborn
caught on a wave
so Drakar delicious
it sticks to my skin
and I stay close to it's heavenly scent.
this perfect
nameless thing
I am a lost puppy aimlessly circling
in an undertow
a tamer of wild lions
the gladly caged walking the plank into a cushion of clouds
moon walking
dream talking
smiling for my day of execution
if only you could measure the room
see the lightning
see the electricity
of soon to be lovers
joined with the power
the power
of love?
why i could make love in the air yet
i could be completely clothed
swaddled
in bondage
and still I could make love.
who needs kisses
They are there in the air like raindrops
currents
fresh flowers
fruits that can be taken by the armload
they are in the molecules
the atoms
the tributary
the neural net
a direct link
to the future we
all else palls in comparison
becomes laughable
i recognize the breadcrumbs
from the bread
the utter peace makes me a want Snow White sleep
makes me want to surf the day in my elven' dreams
to keep my secret safe from time
to firefly fly or to catch in a jiffy jar
what is us
Our lovely mad chemicals combining
our arcs & magnificent architectures
explosions too delicious
to taste...(or keep?)
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 garden of roses that bloom beneath the moon, watered by my simple tears,
and bloomed in your love, our growing love.
The silver wash that falls down upon us, wiping away the stains that once pained us,
Now we are bathed, yet it does not burn, yet it does not freeze, perfection.
Oh for the eternities that i could lay with you, your arms the only protection i need,
Your lips, the sweet ocean salt, the taste of your skin, all that i hunger.
Your eyes, the only place i shall ever become lost within, oh within your heart forever.
Your hands upon my skin, mine upon yours, sweat blending into the sexiest fragrence,
there is no space between our bodies, should there ever be?
our tounges tying, dancing, deepening each and every kiss,
long and slowly, we make love, fast and rough we experiment, enjoying sexuality.
darling, oh i long to feel your skin, to feel you deep within.
can you hear my whispers? can you hear my pants? can you hear your name?
or can you only hear mine? are you yelling it out like i am, yours?
soon our lips will meet, and create a thousand volts of electricity,
we could short the town, we could shut the world down,
screaming out our passion, screaming out your name.
Oh and the rain has washed away our pain and fears,
and the beautiful sun has dried up all our tears.
Form:
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 condemned
On his walk
On the morn
He would dread
Then the fire
in the sky
As it comes
ever close
With a crash
and a roar
Turns a tree
Into toast
When you walk
through a storm
Head held down
Is it dum
To survive
Taking care
Not advice
From a nun?
If you’re one
Who is blest
With a top
Like a dome
Thank your god
That your not
One of those
With a cone
Million volts
Coming down
from the sky
To the ground
Will select
To anoint
Pointed shapes
Never round
Crises come
And they pass
So all storms
Will be still
As the sun
Shall illume
Linen clouds
Wrap the hill
Should we fear
Tempest break
In our world
Bringing strife
Or perhaps
Lift head up
Rather dread
A bland life
4 March 2020
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.
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 little tool,
powered by electricity;
guaranteed for pleasure,
a boost to virility
A simple strap around his waist,
electrodes taped to his rear;
a remote control for comfort,
to the one he loved so dear
Late one Saturday evening,
his girl was dressed in red;
after a scrumptious dinner,
they hurried off to bed!
Roger was lean and ready,
he strapped on his device,
when the passion heated up,
she was reaching paradise!
That's when he pushed the button,
increasing his sexual speed;
"I'm the man!!"...he boldly cried,
a mistake he made indeed
His ego began to trip,
with a goal to last an hour;
Behold, the sex machine!!
he was now a super power!
Sparks began to fill the room,
followed by a burst of flame;
the sheets began to crackle,
Roger was all to blame!
Volts passed through their bodies,
their hair stood up on ends;
what started out as pleasure,
was painful for our friends!
A hole burned through the mattress,
as they crashed onto the floor;
she grabbed him by his hairy ear,
and tossed him out the door!
Standing naked in her view,
his butt severely scorched;
he begged his girl for mercy,
as he wept out on the porch!
To all you "stud creatures",
stupidity's often bred;
machismo's for the dreamer,
and so is an empty bed!
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 your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
Charging my body
With your volts of two-twenty
In my veins I get plenty
My blood boils over eighty
Electrifying in my dreams
Faces of you atop the mountain screams
Going down the streams
Voices of you humming in my dreams
Electric dreams
I play the guitar
Shattered dreams
I burn the cigar
Electric dreams
Stay in my arms
Broken dreams
Broken heart that swarms
Electric dreams
Are pictures of you
Electric dreams
That break me in two
Electric dreams I dyed
You'll always be my eye
Toasted or fried
My heart for you I die
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 within a cell of loneliness
that windows and doors I kept on guarded walls--
strangers who passed by on microscopic study...
My glass of trust cracked to pieces
that I don't know how and when will it be whole again...
Disturbed nights caused my eyes a free make-up of black shadows
yet, one night, as I have no one left to talk to
You may say crazy, but what I did is just to have a solid storm of cries
together with my laptop, it's where I tip tap everything;
that flooding pains and hurts rooted deep down
that well of frustrations, unmet wants and needs raining along
that crippling fear of uncertainty
one by one, my every tap seems a spiral step of explosion.
My shoulders droop, my body assuming a fetal pose
then again I shudder--- tears running fast inevitable.
Some sounds vibrate free from my drying throat
I want to halt them but am too weak, weak but still, they came through
volts of perspiration duet to my sobs and murmurs
then finally, I came to my senses, I hold my hands close to my heart
and I began to speak at first syllables to my God...
I opened my heart to Him, my mountain to mountain jars of sadness
I lift it all to Him... I confessed to Him like a child
baring everything as I fall to my knees and bow my head.
And in that deafening silence of cold November last year,
there is the hush of warm breeze engulfing my being
it did comfort me; suppress slowly my sobs and cries
stirring my senses; firing my faith and spirit
and so that fleet of darkness that touched my being.
©O.E. GUillermo
6:29 PM, December 08, 2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Placed 5th
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 discomfort in you
Cough it out if that will make you feel better
Run it fast if that will take you to your destiny
Step it up if that will take you higher
Dream it big if that’s what feels to be real
Fight it back if that’s what jeopardizes your peace
Give it time if that’s what worth your wait
Pay attention if that’s what you need to understand
Dress it smart if that’s what suits you
Paint it colorful if that’s what brightens you
Push it hard if that’s what you want to achieve
Keep on trying if that’s what fails you
Keep the ball rolling if you aim to reach the net
Goal scorers are those who keep on playing
Possess intelligence to be an intellectual
Be content to be constant but never let the contend
To keep you out of consistent.
Take you position but don’t use it as a possession.
Fly high if you believe that the sky is the limit.
Connect if you want to be collected
Don’t be a captor if you want to captivate.
Stay out of captive so you can be the captain
Be a commander to avoid being a demander.
Civilized is a way better than being a civilian
Hop to host high the classic but be gradual to cut the cost to graduate with gratitude.
Crave not to see yourself in the grave before you create life that will lend you in higher grade.
Be bold to hold the high volts that keep the cold away from the world of your own.
Be vital to visualize the visible visions that will
Violate the violence that victimize the victory of your vigorous success.
Defy to be dependent in order to deposit
The devotion that will deplete the negative emotions in you.
Stand still your integral being to give integrity that intact the instrumental mind you are installed in.
Know that nothing can change the chances that challenges the champion that chairs the chambers of your character
Be ready to cherish the charismatic chapter with champagne that will cheer up the chemistry in you to charm forever
It started with a single thread,
something, someone once had said
something, for which I still felt dread
something, that I'd long thought dead
This thing, that would not leave my mind,
this thing, so mirthless and unkind
a mote in ancient history's eye,
a speck of dust to make gods cry
I stitched the horrid thing together
with fingers flying fast as feathers,
on fear and pain and shame and guilt
and soon, I'd made this patchwork quilt
It covered me from head to foot
a second skin; this horrid suit
and though it was the perfect size,
't was truly just a poor disguise
It stunk of hatred and revulsion,
self doubt and many more compulsions,
the ghastly scent drew clouds of flies
that follow close, when something dies
Rows of stitches that could be zippers
and dark red eyes just like the Ripper's,
a protruding pair of rusty bolts
to charge me with a million volts
A hideous and hulking brute,
all this work had now borne fruit
so now, 't was time to seek my mate
for surely, I deserve this fate
Legs now stiffened as if poles,
I lumbered like a long dead soul
until a crowd began to form,
their horror whipping to a storm
Armed with verbal pitchforks true,
the deepest hatred did they spew
and banished me with utmost haste
to a land of ice; this frozen waste
Where I now wait for one to follow,
this monster with a heart so hollow
to free me, or to end my pain,
just so, I may begin again
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 tumble
Down towards
The heron’s crown
The fields ablaze
With electric haze
And an ozone stench spices
As volts and death splices
The scene into a triptych
nette onclaud
Contest Name PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY
Ferrets revenge
January made me sadder
February was very dark,
March had a little madness,
Ferret bit the postman aaark.
Chased the Postman up the footpath,
Stop ya whinging, letter carrier,
Cracking stockwhip round his earbones,
Flew down the footpath on his barrer.
Stockwhip in me house a cracking,
Ready for the burglars hey,
Tie wire for a little cracker,
Slice em ears off, anyway.
Electroflied the bedroom winders,
240 volts on a nail,
When they lifting out me window,
Touches nail, hip hip hooray.
Driving up the footpath safely,
Driving nongs into the street,
Pull the stockwhip crack a few times,
Pedestrians pick up their feet.
White coat bludgers are a coming,
On walkabout, perhaps we’ll meet,
Off to see sweet brown eyed Jane
Maybe get some love so sweet.
Don Johnson