Best Wires Poems
the electric wires
bouncing in air topped with snow
thoughts in a balance
Heidi Sands
2/24/19
Categories:
wires, snow,
Form:
Haiku
"Angel Through the Wires"
Are you an Angel?
Speaking
through my words?
You stand by me always,
as I walk roughshod
through this world.
I see your reflection
in my eyes
Mirror Silent
Revolution Image,
but you are not here,
You are in my dreams,
a cameo appearance
every now and again,
a beautiful surprise,
you say,
"Always speak The TRUTH, never tell lies".
You say,
"Hold my HEART
in yours.
Here is the real fire -
ETERNAL DOOR -
GOLDEN CHORD,
it stretches never broken,
always
TRUST
my word,
BELIEVE
it is always there to hold,
although unspoken".
You are singing
me HOME,
I answer your call
returning
to your peaceful
golden world, your
Tender Mooring shores.
Angel
road map on your skin,
you showed me
when I was a mere child
Your mirrors wet with tears,
you were frightened to let go -
You looked right through my windows,
8 years of my soul.
You said,
"Lay with me, for a little while
listen to me breathe",
you whispered in the dark,
so soft and gently.
Safe from blood suckers
under gauze net,
smell of Tiger Oil
and Frangipani,
in the Summer
of our impending loss and
your heart wrenching regret.
You and I,
we went for a little sleep
for a little while,
you fell first,
while I listened
to you breathe and
my eyelids dropped
with childish fears,
we both lay together
dreaming
dreams so still
We went to sleep
for but a little while
I met you in my dreams.
You delivered to me
all your stories
all throughout the little while
all throughout the years.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2 March 2018)
for K. & M. with ALL my LOVE.
for G. with ALL my LOVE.
for my mother with ALL my LOVE.
for my father with ALL my LOVE.
Easter 2018
John 15:12-13
(STORY: John 15 (NIV) "The Vine and the Branches")
for the One who died on the cross for ALL of us,
with ALL my LOVE.
Categories:
wires, angel, daughter, heaven, jesus,
Form:
Free verse
Telephone poles stretched
Far apart from one another
The wires are full
With a flock of sparrows spread
Resting from their long journey
Categories:
wires, bird, nature,
Form:
Tanka
' Wires - Acrostic ... '
S incere, Specific
O mit Object
S ad Subject - Suspect
O pen, Optimistic
R egret - Realistic
R Reflect, Request Revisit
Y ou, Yet …
' Misunderstandings ... '
I Did Not Mean To Offend You
I Say This With Regret
I Have The Highest Regard For You
… Admire With Deep Respect
I Would Never Insult You
Or Belittle, Or Upset
Not Knowingly, Nor Callously
My Affection and You … Have Met
So, If Our Paths Cross, or Get Lost
Please Forgive, If You Can’t Forget
For The Words Of Your Soul ( Now Silent and Cold )
Still Haunt Me … Even Yet …
Categories:
wires, forgiveness, friendship, hope, life,
Form:
Acrostic
It’s a phone call, long distance,
your voice empty - echoes,
reminding just how far we have drifted,
How we can never again connect so easily -
without prejudice or distrust.
The phone line cackles with deception ,
With words thought but not spoken -
Caught in the void somewhere between
breath and vibration, sound and dictation,
Knowing it matters not how far one spreads their wings,
What lengths one will walk and
run, run, run,
One cannot escape what has gone before.
Perhaps it is fate that deters us from our promised path
Or a lacking of character – either way,
A bad seed cast carelessly delivers the fruit of temptation
And despite the best of intentions, leaves only sorrow in its wake.
Tempers fraught, apologies sought,
Wrongs that cannot be reversed
no matter how far across the globe traversed.
It is a phone call, long distance,
Words without diction,
Reality, not fiction
That fuels this static on the airways.
A lifetime of crossed wires.
Categories:
wires, daughter, family, forgiveness, prejudice,
Form:
Free verse
A businessman asked how anyone might,
get into an honest business right.
My friend Ned,
stood up and said,
usually it is through the skylight.
Categories:
wires, humor,
Form:
Limerick
I wish my body had a control panel; a back door that led to monitors and controls
Lights of emotions that are controlled by switches
Digital displays in the form of actions
I long to change the settings, adjust the frequencies
Disconnect some wires and reinforce others;
Rip away the scrawny cords that feed to weakness, self loathing and despair
Then, wrap the cords leading to confidence, self assurance and love in electrical tape so strong no wire cutters could penetrate
I want to flip some switches off indefinitely; hate and greed
Then, prevent some from ever adjusting; love and empathy
I wish I could control my lights and displays, I wish I could switch off negative feelings and actions I wish I was the controller of my wires. I wish I had a control panel.
Categories:
wires, addiction, anger, anxiety, betrayal,
Form:
Prose Poetry
I went to see a psychiatrist today
He studied me in a very strange way
He grunted once and then he said
"Let me try to understand what's in your head"
I said "There's nothing wrong with me
I'm as intelligent as can be"
Two more grunts then he exclaimed
"Let's begin. Tell me your name"
"My name is Mr. Downtoearth
I'll tell you that for what it's worth"
"Ah said the psychiatrist, with a penetrating stare
With a name like that, we have to take care"
He stroked his beard and gave a sigh
Tut-tutted twice and closed one eye
Looking at me with limited vision
As though it helped him to reach a decision
He clasped his hands around his knees
Blew his nose loudly and gave a sneeze
I said "I do not need a physician
I am Mr Downtoearth, the hospital electrician!"
Categories:
wires, 10th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
Hot flashes of blue electricity
Burn and dance like sparks from a fire
As the ghost drifts slow through the wires
With a great, charging intensity
Floating through cyberspace, shadows drift
Like children lost in desolate woods
Their faces dissolved, their voices no good
Ev'ry trace of them melts in the mist
Thick and wet, this mist never dissolves
It sits fat and covers our endless sphere
"Drink all your whisky and drink all your beer!"
The ghost giggles, glows blue, and evolves
Swallowing data, swallowing all
Nothing is left, All is devoured
His soul blooms like some virtual flower
And his spirit's laugh is heard through the halls of Hell.
Categories:
wires, dark, evil, surreal, symbolism,
Form:
Ballad
Through the wires, miracles of a sparkling age
Provide the means to make contact;
And in the closing petals of dusk, or the full bloom of dawn,
Configures the channels by which we interact.
The snow dust outside sits like visual cocaine on the lines,
Glittering with the allure of addictive import,
Holding fast the gaze of those singularly bedazzled,
Captivating the dreaming of minds in consort.
How does one express the value of such dreams,
The true worth of the vibes of relating,
The meaning of friendships marbled with affection,
How does one express the beauteous integrating?
And in not knowing which medium speaks supreme,
The vessel most appropriate to address,
I think of the female poem that you are, and all your meaning,
And hope this versed creation serves you best.
For the friendship I have felt course through the wires,
The sensate focus of your gentle heart and mind,
Infused in me such life and zestful warmth
By communiqués so sweet and so refined.
So I thank you for the rare gifts you bestow upon my soul,
The precious time and all that you impart,
And I thank you for the friend that I shall always dwell upon,
Through the wires and from the bottom of my heart.
Categories:
wires, computer-internet, friendship, life, uplifting,
Form:
Verse
Amazing agony
of years to what degree?
Pain is a comfort,
for it bears the fruit of tears
normally stifled by life.
People have me
up against walls,
avoidance
a social disorder
made by their design,
unable to detect
their motives of dishonesty.
I hide my hearts sleeve.
Living in an acid trip of fear
trances dominate my brain.
Wires crossed
haphazard,
relapsed today
and yesterday
this whole past month
a blur...
as are countless years.
Trying to focus
on the words heard,
find their meaning
keep it all straight.
My hand brushes
the hair from my eyes,
and I'm told
they're just seizures,
seizures that make you write.
My tears disagree
shaking my head
no that can't be true,
because I love to write,
deceived again.
Categories:
wires, betrayal, heartbreak, mental illness,
Form:
Free verse
Spite
I write
You don't
Bite
That's alright
Check
Out broken
Glass
I broke
Through
Gotta go
To bed
Head before
You sleep
You love me
Fight
And take
It all out
On you
Don't get mad
Don't feel bad
I'm not letting
You in that easily
Not so quick
So step back
Categories:
wires, life
Form:
There is a squirrel in my cell
Listen to this because
I have things to tell.
I named the brat Hope
Like whom one day
I too wish to elope
With no footprints to trace
To feel the wind on my face.
You may wonder
What am I doing here
In this bloody house of hell?
Like most other inmates
And our dear Alice
I slipped down the rabbit hole
And fell, and fell, and fell.
The felony of this felon?
A first-degree murder
Vicious, vile and venomous
Horrid, horrible and hideous
Shot his brains out with a bullet
Cut his dick into pieces
Pierced his heart with a knife.
The son of a deserved it
For thrice that beastly night
With No conscience, No consent,
But yes amidst a ***ing fight
He raped my wife
He raped my beautiful wife!
She died from the brutal assault
My Nirbhaya.
Call it fate or call it the
***ed up legal system
The dead rapist was
Declared innocent.
For he allegedly was lured
Into the heinous act
By my wife's "luscious short skirt"
Apparently her "thighs were showing"
But the murderer
Imprisoned for life.
Not a good life to live
Of that of a con or an ex-con
Where Every day, Every second
One mourns and mourns and mourns.
A Stinky 6 by 8 is all I have now
No breath of fresh air
Days filled with prayers
Nights with nightmares
Walls scribbled with a vow
To fight till my sanity gives up
Or somebody sane on the outside
Reads my story of despair
And if nothing else
Sends me a ***ing wheelchair.
Yes last month
I lost my legs
In a bloody prison warfare
And yes decades ago
I lost all family ties
For nobody wants to be
Involved in a con's affair
Imprisoned for life
But who the *** cares!
Who the cares.
Categories:
wires, death,
Form:
Free verse
I might have noticed a gray swallow perched high on cable wire;
An omen maybe from a quarter moon's advancing, blurred shade -
On keener view, a tiny beam through street-post reflects night's hue.
29 May 2020
A Jenish Somadas Contest/ Let the Pens Flow--Sijo
Categories:
wires, bird, night,
Form:
Sijo
I looked up for a long time
Staring at the telephone wires
Knowing
That if I followed them
Long enough
To all the beautiful
And dark places
I had ever been
They would
Eventually
Lead me
To you
Categories:
wires, places
Form:
Prose Poetry