we just lost power
no biggie
I’ll fix something to eat
maybe not
unless I want cold food
I could type up some poems
If my computer would work, but it won’t without power
the refrigerator is out, the oven is out, the TVs are out
the internet is out, the power tools are out
Our cars are stuck in the garage
I just put the doors down before the electricity died
Electricity is something I take for granted
Until it goes out
Then I appreciate it until it comes back on
when I can take it for granted again.
When the lights flicker,
And the silence can remember
That haunting storm,
who came in September.
When the dark stills the night,
And rain dims the fires,
Burning through a soul who knows
Feelings stirred by desires.
When the gentle of a smile,
Floating soft on the linemen’s face,
Sent to bless away the fears,
Stirring hearts to seek God’s grace.
When all is said and done,
And the lineman’s race is run,
We can say that love has won,
Because his kindness shines like the sun…
And, yes, oh yes, with purpose and drive,
He places a sparkle in so many eyes,
Those who know, we really will survive,
Because, in time, we know these guys…
Linemen, who bring the lights to life,
Linemen, who still the fears who abide,
Linemen, who take away the darkest strife,
Linemen, who just take it all in stride…
I’m so thankful to God above,
For the glory of such sweet love,
For these days, I’ll make the most of,
Because, these linemen, I’m so in awe of!
Electricity is what we all need,
It empowers us all,
Fulfills our greed.
We've created it by using our brains,
Recreating natural miracles
to meet our gains.
Nuclear power has given us most
but terrified the masses from coast to coast.
Now we search for alternative ways to power us through our over consuming days.
We still look to nature to be the cure to give us more energy than ever before.
Will it be wind or will it be sea
that will supply us all, we shall see!
Benjamin Harrison was a progressive President of the USA
He installed electricity in the White House one Wednesday.
We kept begging him to use it, but his face turned ashen and gray.
He never touched a light switch, his fear could not be sluffed away.
I sit in the dark, electricity gone
pondering options, will we have lights by dawn?
storm has taken out power, pink electricity in the sky
a monsoon-like shower, cannot help wondering why.
other people have lights;
we have not had ours for hours
this blackness gives me frights
where is our electric power?
A blazing orange sun emits sparks
setting against a blue-sky backdrop
A surge of electricity in the soul
as Pavarotti crosses the stage
The crowd rises to its feet as one for the final time
as the great Babe Ruth hits number 714
I take your hand in mine...
When we were little
My identical twin and I had a contest
Trying to see how many times we could make sparks
As we brushed our hair in the dark.
It stood up straight
A bonus!
out electricity went off
no TV
no internet
no lights
no computer
no TV
We live in an underground house
it is blood black here
I flip flashlights on along the way
use my fingers to make puppets on the ceiling
my husband rallies for a second
thinking the lights have returned
he is an optimist, but without a TV set now
our hundred and fifteen pound puppy is whimpering
She has never been inside the house without a TV talking
we travel to the porch in a pack, my husband, two dogs and I
It is a monsoon out here, a monsoon in Kansas
I want to warm up a piece of pie
but the microwave won’t work
or the oven
thunder rumbles in from the west
the rain sounds like hail now
we have been without TVs or computers for eighteen minutes
How much more can we stand?
Dear Electricity.
Could you please allow me to call you Electra?
I feel it gives you more respect with a little extra.
Electra, you have been most needful and useful in my life,
but honestly, you have always been a mystery to me.
I have never wanted to live a single day without you.
Although you are never to be heard, tasted, smelt, or seen,
I sense you by way of feeling if, God forbid, I touch you.
Electra, your electrifying powers turn turbines by the millions.
Your awesome energy lights up the world of billions of mortals.
Your character is amazingly warming, but never very touching;
Because your massive and energetic powers are inherently shocking.
Electra, you can be healing, but you also facilitate dates with death.
That is why when we were just kids, we learned to never touch you.
I have learned to commune with you without one voluntary touch.
Most sincerely,
Baruch
R is for the repeated distortions of facts,
A for press articles written with hacks,
M for the emphasis placed on survival,
P for the piss taken out of your rival.
A for analogies that never convince,
N for false narratives making us wince,
T for traditional values cast-off
That cause umpteen scholars and clergy to scoff.
L is for lovers whom I dream of all night,
E for electric bills high as a kite,
T for temptations I can’t keep at bay,
H for Matt Hancock - please God stay away!
A is for the **** he fondled intensely,
R for resigning - we respect that immensely,
G is for the government of which he was part, and
Y for the yes-men aboard that rotting cart.
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Many who heard of Nelson Mandela visited the country in which he (and I) were born. Today I posted about walking or wading through diapers, dog & human doodoo on our roads, many dirt roads, in Newtown, 5720, near Ft. Beaufort. Don't be whitewashed by Google maps & KFC signs.
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Power was cut by provider Eskom at 11 am today. It's now 8 pm on Feb 2,:2022. Power has not been restored. The SABC Radio news said we can expect this "loadshedding" through the weekend, till Monday. Welcome to the new, new South Africa. But a great place to spread the light of Jesus & His Word. Shalom shalom & Anen
When you travel with a lift
Just press
And you're up or down in minutes
Flied through a world of illusions
But sometimes the lift will stop suddenly
With electricity interruption
Leaving you nervous and helpless
And landed back to the world of realities
Wafting through the air
I can feel you take the room,
Electricity.
I love you
In little bits
Of electricity
Tingling me
Like a sandy beach
Watching the tide
Flowing
Receding
Repeating
Like a heartbeat
Smelling the ocean
Feeling the breeze
Squeezing the sand
Beneath my feet
Little bits of electricity
Running up my legs
Past my knees
My hips
Into my spinal cord
Warming my heart
Arcing me
With you
Hugging longer
Squeezing tighter
Electricity
Channels me
With ecstasy
For you.
There are times when God allows His heirs
to experience problems in life
in order to test their faith.
If they lack resources,
Good solution is
to learn proper
budgeting
and be
wise.
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