My prison is a place known all to well.
It brings joy to some and holds terror for most.
The air becomes heavy as I am forced to listen,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was declared treason.
the opportunities keep on getting cooler,
but the techniques that are used have always been quite peculiar.
I begin to ponder if it’s indirect torture,
taking its course gradually over time.
I wish that I could resurrect my euphoria,
even so, I have to return annually and I have no choice but to keep this
nostalgia.
All I can think about upon entering those gates is my downfall.
In spite of that, all I want to hear at the end of the year is a drumroll.
I’m well aware that it’s true and good for me,
however, it doesn’t hold a good tune,
Oh how I wish it could have been a better melody.
Categories:
drumroll, school,
Form: Free verse
Boron fusion, specifically proton-boron-11 (p-B11) fusion, the path to clean and sustainable energy> Advantages is that fusion is safer because it produces no neutrons, only alpha particles, and uses abundant, non-radioactive fuel.
The same Sub-atomic reactions that power the sun and sssssstars.Monitering dust accumulation, using techniques called glow discharge cleaning.
The natural of the beast
in it's creation
one looks toward
its significance
to understand it's value
looking to the future
one would wish to
hasten and rushing
through the frivolous ends
to get to the
main event
the day they
we have achieved
our goals
and maintains then
is the only
obstacle
we are facing
represent the concept of fusion energy
synthesizers, strings (like violins and cellos), and percussion (especially gongs and timpani, a drumroll in introduction.
Categories:
drumroll, music,
Form: Bio
i sat down,
and filled out an online questionnaire ,
that they didn't write,
they wanted me to lie,
pen tapping,
like a slow drumroll before the painful hanging.
have you ever felt hopeless?
who hasn’t?
do you ever think of dying?
don’t we all?
do you hear voices?
only the single one that keeps me company.
the questions were rigged,
like a loaded deck,
at the hard rock casino here in Tampa.
she wasn't even a shrink,
and now her words decide my fate,
words scribbled for a paycheck
stamped official by women in white coats
who don’t care if I make it out alive.
they called the sheriff,
had me cornered,
had me drowning in fear,
be honest, but not too honest,
or we’ll make the choice for you.
betrayed by health and psychiatry
betrayed my trust,
betrayed by a system they help fix,
that never wanted me well,
just wanted me quiet.
i am,
closer to seventy than to sixty,
why don't I have the right to have some control over what I put into my body?
the same control that they want over
their reproductive rights, wombs and -
Categories:
drumroll, 12th grade,
Form: Free verse
The leader, philosophical and wise,
Ends his speech after a long silent pause,
His true followers with half open eyes
Responding with admiring oohs and aahs.
Turn up the mic on the silence to hear
A leader's lust for worship and control,
Minds whirring like a quickly turning gear,
'Bout how what he said put them in this hole.
Hear tapping ant feet, a drumroll will grow
Til it reaches a thousand decibels;
But, are they coming to pay tribute? - no!
They're here to eat him with ant mandibles.
Great guru, great king, try this on for size -
A lengthy silence is not always wise.
Categories:
drumroll, perspective, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet
The drumroll, too heavy for May
rumbles on ... abruptly halts
Cadets at attention rigidly
silently, duty-bound ...
In measured tones, a psalm floats on
a breeze made limp by heat
Taps screams out, the flag is lowered
to its echoes, a box sinks down...
Cadets as still as statues still
'til cadence soft of drums resumes
Their comrade now interred for aye
eyelids lowered, red the sky
Categories:
drumroll, cry, funeral, red, sky,
Form: Free verse
The mind eternal lies before us always.
Less pure in tone, we come to it drenched with life;
Fearless companion in our hour of days.
A purity not withstanding breadth of knife.
Away! Away! succubus death,
much less a breach than I.
How many not mislaid in breath,
In priceless toll, said duty to be paid.
No field of honored memories
they preach without belie.
Captured each, and each with closed fist shouting;
Me or not, Cold or hot, we stand between as choice;
all for desperate screams grown silent.
Pastoral in the presence, of one solitary voice,
Whose form of words so hesitantly mouthing.
Whence came we witness to the stream.
Whose eyes are these that hold our field a-view?
Memories whose touch a solid scream;
Form ignored and glory gored of few.
We are not the man.
No animal or simple word defined.
We pause, we pleasure, we perform,
With speck, and all our mind deform;
Our fingers will one day unfold.
Our torrid tortured tale be told.
Yours, mine, ours,
Drumroll spam-like dance,
Become the gist of one more fist
To smash against the sand.
Categories:
drumroll, angst, conflict, fear, grief,
Form: Rhyme
He couldn’t wait,
Not any longer, he’d held out all year.
So he parked the car at Lookout Hill
And nibbled on her ear.
He couldn’t stop.
The drumroll of his heart was deafening,
He laid the seat back and gave her a kiss,
She couldn’t believe this was happening.
She held him close
Within the caverns of her breasts
And couldn’t look into his eyes
While she was being undressed.
She closed her eyes
Trying to shut out what was being done to her
Trying to envision something else, anything
Would have been better than this.
When he was done
He put his seat upright and lit a cigarette.
She got herself together as best she could
But it wasn’t over yet.
He drove her home.
He had found out for sure she had had no other.
His wife met them at the door, and passing her in the doorway
The girl said “Goodnight, Mother.”
Written for a Creative Writing class in 1990, assignment: a court case given to us to reflect in a poem.
Categories:
drumroll, depression, hate, loss,
Form: Rhyme
I want to ride a zebra
and race the rays of radiance
through heat-waves’ sailing gradients -
a folly wild - a mood untamed
elated hands in bristled mane
unbridled veins uncorked champagne...
yes! elevate sedate heart rate
I WANT to ride a zebra
stripes yin yang oasis sweet and
whimsy rules a drumroll beat as
gallop sways euphoric roughness
crossing plains of dreamy lushness -
steed’s exotic tender toughness
pacing thrills in state of luscious...
yes! animate to sate my wait
I want to RIDE a zebra
savanna grass a grand expanse
a lion’s roar - hyena's rant
amuse myself with peril’s speed
adventure sows romantic’s seed... so
gestate date with fancy’s fate
YES! I want to ride a Z E B R A !
Categories:
drumroll, adventure, animal, dream, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
Here comes judgment day
The day of reckoning
Where fates are decided
And verdicts rendered
Futures lie in the wait
The drumroll of anticipation
Admitting there’s no hope
For submissions that are late
Submitted on March 6, 2019 for contest JUDGE THE JUDGE sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
Categories:
drumroll, confidence, fate, judgement, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Angel on hindsight
Foul on an area of light. A vanishing monk.
A living stalk. A living hen.
Drumroll - please.
Hence we fly, I dry.
What do we say, quiet please.
I fly like an eagle. I walk like the empty spirit.
Ecstatic Bombastic Flying.
Bravo my friend, you are welcome to heaven.
Categories:
drumroll, autumn,
Form: Narrative
Blustery sky I have read your blotted scroll
Your balmy reams with angry portents roll
A bleary tempest o'er your tranquil plains doth roil
Blackened tenants perch on your billowy shoal
With shutters as dark as night as black as coal
Shading your gilded beams; with menacing shadows troll
From foaming mouths their brackish discharges dole
Stirring your seething pot; bleaching your blithe soul
O'er burnished strand their angry tides stroll
Spewing drops of misery; their boisterous nature to extoll
In thunderous chorus they sound their deafening drumroll
They sear your azure canvas and scorch every silky atoll
Stoke breezes with haunting whispers droll
Oh, blustery sky enfilading torrents seep through every porous hole
Categories:
drumroll, imagination, naturesky,
Form: Rhyme