Electrocute Poems | Examples

Hand on your shoulder

Hand on your shoulder- by Dominique Smith 

Hi, whom are talking to? The cold reality pull you back. Hey? Whered you go? Whomsoever is there is no longer a feeling. Tight shadows in your cold corner, the feathering flicking lights of trust have been drained. The wires are exposed and unsafe, the water of tears can help electrocute you. 

Falling failing flattened on the pavement, Hey? There you are. Wake up, what are you doing out here. Forest lit by fire flies, no memories have felt so enlarged, time goes on the weather is no longer a factor. Stop being stupid and get up off the ground, stop calling me stupid! Whome are you talking to? The humidity has you in a chokehold, the warm bath you slip into is a huge relief.

 Come on, Lets go home. But I am home, No our home. Ok , lets go. WAITE!! NO!! what the hell is wrong with you?! I was going home.... No you're not! Youre going to the building with help and hope, No! Im not! Im going home! Look me in my eye, ok. Are there any hands on my shoulders? No. Then you fooled her again. Because you told the truth, the only hands i see are on my shoulders and they would never leave me no matter what or who.

The Seeker

The Seeker

I have come to find shelter
with a fire dance on my lips,
my waist turning heads,
twisting in the tango of my history;
I have come with a storm in my eyes,
perhaps you will name me home.

I am here to seek a home,
where the sky will not spit on my face
nor the moon’s rays electrocute me;
it must not erase my beauty;
I carry my body like a river
and flow to the source of my dreams.

There is a fire in my heart
without the slow-killing smoke;
perhaps you will not suffocate
the whispers of intense love
burning in your soul.
Perhaps you will not trap my cry in your navel.

I tried to change my history, root,
I tried to exchange my destiny;
yet, here I am, intoxicated with shame,
the debris of my unwanted then,
when I sought In a million ways
to find another home.

AN ENDANGERED MOUSE

A man is born homo-Erectus
Into a world
Where women wants 
To usurp authority
A world where
Women will electrocute her man
If she can’t wrap him
Around her little fingers
Thus I often beg God
For one big favor…
Let me die
The death of the righteous
The day I become
An endangered mouse

Gertrude and Dotty

She is known as Dotty,
her actual name is Gertrude,
that secret she will take to her grave.

Powerful people have always sought her out.
Edison visited in the summer months,
he proposed many times,
but a man that would electrocute an elephant
just to make a point
could never have turned her head.

Teddy Rosevelt visits, sadly his ghost
has not lost any weight.
He has an affection for her,
they manage some careful lovemaking
in the long twilight hours.

She enjoys the half-light now,
dreams of other voice that had wooed her.
Sometimes she spies little Gertrude
peeking over the foot of her bed,
but she is not at all ready to permit her existence.
Elderly hands cover eyes.

Gertrude has taken on a life of her own,
Dotty does not approve.

The old lady has kept many a romantic secret.
She has recorded her favorite erotic memories,
she keeps these missives in a carboard box,
under her bed.

Perhaps with a tinge of remorse,
upon the box lid, she has printed the legend:
‘For Gertrude when I am gone.’

Seen the Mongolian Death Worm

have you heard of or seen the Mongolian death worm?
has he spat venom your way or tried to electrocute you?
you need to travel to the Gobi desert, where he is.
in the 1950’s there were many hysterical sightings.
known as olgoi-khorkhoi in Mongolia.

Roy Chapman Andrew made the death worm famous.
Writing a book about how he travels underground.
Creating waves of sand on the surface.
Looks like an intestine, has teeth, but no face or mouth.

Kind of a hideous looking thing. Sprays venom.
Is two foot long, without a head.
Many expeditions have tried thumping to get him to appear.
Even Roy Chapman Andrew disbelieves he exists
Except in Mongolian folklore.

Feverish Touch

like
tremor
of a leaf
in gale force wind,
that wicked fever
coursing through your fingers
electrocute my body.
your hands give me a wealth of warmth
when days are insufferably cold.
in winter, I crave your feverish touch.



Date written: 06/09/2022

Industrial-Revolution

During the United States’ industrial revolution,
Eli Whitney invented interchangeable parts;
Identical components that could be substituted one for another.

This creation was made for machine— 
weapons
cars
and other mechanical mysteries. 
This isn't the case today.

Hips are interchangeable. 
Legs are interchangeable.
Hands and fingers are interchangeable.
Hearts are interchangeable.
Now, not only with man, 
but also with machine.

I can’t imagine it will be long before
software updates are reprogramming us,
instead of the devices we hold in our hands.
That we electrocute when wet,
and overheat when used for a long duration of time.
That we can recharge by cord
and turn on and off with the simple click of a button.

A small advancement, interchangeable parts were,
yet they contributed to further blurring the lines
between man and machine.

Gertrude

The President of the United States called last night,
he spoke most curtly, demanding to know her middle name.
She sent him packing with a stinging rebuke.
Her middle name is Gertrude;
that secret she will take to her grave.

Powerful people have always sought her out. 
Edison visited in the summer months,
he proposed many times, 
but a man that would electrocute an elephant 
just to make a fake point 
could never have turned her head.
Poor Topsy.

She enjoys the half-light now,
dreams of other voice that had wooed her.
Sometimes she spies little Gertrude 
peeking over the foot of her bed,
but she is not at all ready to permit her existence.
Elderly hands cover eyes.

Gertrude has taken on a life of her own
a neglected life but still able to come when called
or to follow behind or hide in the middle
of those other names.
The lady has kept many a romantic secret.
Most of her best erotic memories
she has written down with a fine cursive hand,
she keeps these missives in a carboard box
under her bed.

Perhaps with a tinge of remorse,
upon the box lid, she has printed the legend:
‘For Gertrude when I am gone.’

Lucie's First Christmas

My first Christmas with Lucie, 
I had some qualms, you know.
No idea what to expect
when I put up light show.

Would she climb the Christmas tree,
and bring it crashing down?
Would carefully wrapped presents
be strewn there all around?

Would she chew on the light strings
and pull them off the tree,
then electrocute herself
and scream like a banshee?

Would she lap up the eggnog
and drink the bowl clean?
How about the canapés,
the rest of the cuisine?

She took one look, ran and hid,
did not conjure my fears.
Fin'lly, she laid 'neath the tree
and stayed until New Year's!


Written 12/26/18

Silent Echoes of Her Tongue

It's always those who reside in our hearts,
whose words, like lightning,
electrocute our soul,

and in each pain there is a lesson.

Her life was like a room without a view,
those 'rainy day' eyes, 
could have formed a deep river,
but no ship sailed upon it,
to carry me to her

and I would have kissed away every tear.

Misplaced, I could feel her yearning,
for a home, she had never known,
confused and lost, but her silence,
left her trapped in burdensome meadows, 

and I wonder if I could have shown her the way.

From the silent echoes of her tongue,
I could feel the malady of her spirit,
feel the lacerations piercing her heart.
If only my words could have soothed her,

but even they could not save her.

As the lights dimmed, 
silent stars became the nature of my poetry,
I asked the moon why?
but clouds covered his expression.

Now my mind is a time machine 
of her memories, her voice still haunts,
as I ponder if the thunder will persist,
because I'm too afraid to close my eyes.

Simple Musing
Silent One
4 October 2018

Justice Stalks the Day

Just electrocute my body
Just electrocute your body
Justice knows that we are one body.

Because the universe stopped breathing,
My body is glowing, transmuting
glow'n dark 
towards a lost lowing, a low yellow spark
sucking in
Everything,
Everything tainted; indiscriminate fire,
I desire to be one and two but I shall cut
And make a sweater out of the Red 
Sea
part of me, we
silver mock-heroes gyrating
gilded on sunlight streams 
as our life
expels from our lungs, at last, zephyr
dealing sour spindles
inserted slowly into my laughing eye.

Struck By You

Every time I hear the thunder
I sit back relax and wonder
What my life would be like 
If I hadn't been struck by you
Would I still breathe
Would I still eat 
Would I give up and accept defeat
My life changed the day
You were thrown at my feet
When we met you saved my life
No one else could of lifted me so high
Once I was lost
But when we met I was found
Watch as this merry goes round
My heart beats for you
I blink eat and drink for you
I'll fulfill my dreams for you
Won't accept defeat
For you I owe it all
Because with you I know I can't fall
The days start to go by
And between you and I
Things are perfect
Life without you
Wouldn't be worth it
Every time we touch
Every time I look in your eyes
Sparks fly
And I feel so damn alive
Oh watch as time flies by
You electrocute me 
Stab and shoot me
Every time you make me say
Goodbye
Now the days come and go
And together we are growing old
My death will come the day that you die
Your the sight of my eyes
Without you I'm blind 
But when time takes its toll
We will both  take a stroll
In the end
In the end
I love you my friend
Until the end

Observations

Light streams
Darkness dispersed;
Colours deliberate

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Dawn arrives
Calmly magnificent;
Joy feels vivid

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Morning permutations
Clockwork agenda rolls;
Memory and rote

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Tensile strength barters
Testing argument collides;
Taut tempers flare

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Moments of unease
Words in wrong order;
Conflagration attends

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Late night excursions
Unfinished business;
Graffiti messy enough

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Sit here and wait
Words missing voice;
No output now

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So many things to say
Intuitive feel ventures;
Words weave wise wit

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Uneasy glimpses
Dream within a dream;
Echoes electrocute

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Cynic or skeptic
Wordy paradox;
Not much to say

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Wedding dinner fare
Lovely banquet here;
Sanguine stylish smiles

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Leon Enriquez
06 November 2014
Singapore

The Face of the Earth

Am I the only one who doesn't care it's raining?
That it's cold outside and no one's on the street 
When the wind is blowing a hundred miles an hour 
And the earth decides to shake its fist at me  

When the elements electrocute my senses 
And lightning carves the sky with angry streaks 
When flying branches shatter picket fences 
And thunder gives an awe inspiring speech 

When the water that surrounds me churns and vomits 
And the shoreline has no choice but to retreat 
Not a morsel of my soul is craving shelter
I choke on rain and plant my stubborn feet 

This is the fragile life that we inherit 
These are the numbered days that mark my place
The Earth can be so damn intimidating
But I'm happy any time it shows its face

Thougths

The cloud  is set to cry
Thunder rumble 
A sunday in RCCG
Drummer boy in spiritual malapropism
Members of choir malaguena(- ing)
Blue, purple and scarlet yarn floating in the temple
A chest-piece in between my ego
As my thoughts grew larger and thinner
I stood in the company's of fools
Upturning sanity for relativity
In the laboratory of my thoughts
I adulterated truth for thoughts
Questioning  the audacity of morality for the concept of anything goes
Romancing with secularism and syncretism
In holy matrimony i stood with duplicity
Igniting animistic junks
Dancing round the camp fire of spiritism
I an offspring of paranoiac
Swam with mundane and nude views
In the harmony of my vain thoughts
A lightning electrocute my rear ear 
A voice slashed me like sash, saying 
' awake brother, the service is over'

                                                                        awoh awoh

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