Electrocuted Poems | Examples

Current War

A lightbulb conjures Edison 
but shines on another,   
relevant
in the war of currents, (1)
that another player sparked -  
vastly intelligent. 
It would be the world's fate
to have its current alternate, 
and, too, Tesla spared the elephant. (2)

(1) In the "War of the Currents" in the late 1880s and early 1890s, surrounding the introduction of competing electric power transmission systems, Thomas Edison promoted Direct Current (DC), and Nikola Tesla promoted Alternating Current (AC), which is now the standard for power grids around the world. 

(2) Per Wikipedia, "In popular culture, Topsy [the elephant] is often portrayed as being electrocuted in a public demonstration organized by Thomas Edison during the war of the currents to show the dangers of alternating current."  However, it goes on to reveal a more complex (but just as horrible) truth.

Hair

   The hair hangs out,
   Swishing all about.
   Looks like a Bussel sprout!

   Or better yet.
   Electrocuted,
   With a barrette!

   Standing on end.
   With curls that begin,
   And never seem to end.

   Always to slick,
   With products that itch.
   Time to make a proper switch!

   Perhaps it needs a shave.
   To start all over,
   Until it's made!

Marine Life Footles

Hero of Marine World

Super
Grouper

The Disabled One

The shrimp -
A gimp

Electrocuted

Haddock
Had shock

When Sea Runs Dry

Salmon
Famine

Her Musical Fish

Faye’s carp
Plays harp

Great News

Found ‘yer
Flounder

Fish Caregiver

Caring
Herring

Because They Deserve It

Harass
The Bass

A clammy Make-over
More glam
For clam

You Just Missed Him

Gone clam 
On tram

Failed Poet

Failed poet

It is worrying when your mind is electrocuted by overthinking when you know for sure the system
is out to get you
The man sat naked on his roof as was his want none can deny this common right.
They tried to get him down from there, but he insisted they must hear his earth-shattering poems
of the sort that make grown men weep, go home 
make love to their wives, and start a sheep farm in the utter Hebrides.
They got him down from the roof by telling him a hall was ready for him to speak, his dog didn't believe this and bit a nurse's ankle.
Then it was a morning when many middle-aged men slept in a big room; and in the gray morning light he wondered how come, there were so many failed poets
When feeling better, he came to the understanding that poetry is only beneficial for the millions of verse makers who otherwise will take to drink.
 
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Hopeless Romantic

Loneliness has made me a hopeless romantic,
I don't have the youth or charm to offer you,
I don't have the great health or wealth to share with you,
I only have me, a hopeless romantic, to make you smile at me.

When you first smiled at me,
your greetings ignited the sparkles of love in me,
I saw the mirage of the love oasis in your eyes,
I daydreamt of the fountain of affection in your smiles.

When you first touched my hands,
I almost got electrocuted by the loving sensation,
When I squeezed your hands with mine,
the sweats of love were born in the warmth of our affection.

When we were together for a few moments,
my loneliness hid itself in some distant corner,
Those few hours of conversation, fun and games,
will remain in my thoughts for days to come.

When you bid farewell with a gentle hug,
I thought I lost the biggest treasure in the world,
Even if you will be gone for a while,
Till we meet, I will be daydreaming about you day and night.

Lantern

A lantern hangs 
from a branch
melting its light
into the immense dark.
It could be a scene
from shogunate Japan,
in a temple garden
late at night with cool air
drifting down 
from the mountains.
The monks asleep.
The sound of a frog
breaking the holy silence
with a sudden plop,
as if all was held there frozen
in a haiku, a chilled perfection
caught to resonate a sadness
within the soul in having
to let such a moment go.
A soft breeze moving a leaf
slowly across a pond
to intercept the reflection
of a rising moon.

But this lantern is here
in a neighbour's yard,
a focussed still in the centre
of a moonless night, suddenly
flashing bright blue
and smoking
from the seared wings
of an electrocuted moth,
crackling thus
in the startled filaments
of the mind.

Ta-Ra-Ra Boom-De-Ay

Ta-ra-ra Boom-de-ay 
  It’s Happy Mother’s Day
Mom stays in bed all day
  while we all swing and sway

We serve her brunch in bed
  not much to munch, it’s Bad!
Then we break all the dishes
  and feed the cat goldfishes

We go outside and play
  in a big lightning storm
The baby’s electrocuted
  Ha-ha, can't cry now, he’s muted

Into the basement we sneaked
  to take an illegal peak
at crazy dad’s latest experiment
  Mom's wedding ring's now rubber cement 

Time to take Mom to dinner
  We picked a real winner
Too bad the place closed last year
  They served great pickles and beer

Well, that wraps up Mother’s Day…
   'Til a tornado blows our house away
Mom cries uncontrollably
   ~ Thanks for the memories

Playground

Though a playground is for fun and frolic,
I fear the playground of my childhood;
It’s of our school though not huge in area,
Well furnished with all around green trees;
It’s during intervals that we ran there,
Like monkeys climbing the trees all at once;
Our game was catching others only on trees,
And get ourselves escaping from their catch;
We played falling, rising, climbing, crawling,
Catching as many of us, as we safely escape;
It’s during such thrilling wild game,
It was almost the end of the term there;
Feeling, perhaps, the fear of parting,
We played it more fervently again, again;
And, lo, such a wonderful gem of our friends,
Got electrocuted holding a wire above by fault;
He fell just like a dead monkey from heaven,
As though burnt alive and no doctor needs;
Then the crying and wailing and weeping,
All with heavy at hearts the school departing….
…………………………………….
…………………………..
All I had asked the lord thereafter on that ground was:
Why don’t you give us our friend back to play…?


23 June 2021
PLAYGROUND Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Shreya LN

Sunset Silence

I used to see them everyday. A pair of doves, very much in love. They flirted, flitted and floated together. Every sunrise and sunset winging and singing together, they were meant to be. That day, the male dove playfully chased his love. And she happily cooed. In front of my eyes, the male dove sat on the wire, while she flew nearby. Next moment, he was electrocuted. As he fell down, she rushed to his side, but there was nothing she could do. Her loving mate was dead. She stood near his body for a long, long time. Noon came and went, then evening fell. The red-orange sun shone brightly before saying goodbye. I watched as she too said hers. Flying back to her nest, she sat unmoving. Silence reigned.


twilight pink sky glows
scarlet sol ready to set ~
dove mourns in silence



04.03.2021


For Malabika's "Moments of reflections" contest

Storm

My love    
I will not ask you 
to be a pigeon or a dove
cooing your pleasures away
in our liquid moments of love.
I will not ask you to be tender
or to be a timid voice, 
suspended in song. 
If you must be anything, my Eve
please be thunder,
and shake the foundation of our union
with the audacity of your desire.
Unleash a cry from within
with a purity that vibrates glass.

Do not let your touch become ordinary
like words uttered without meaning or intent.
Do not be 
a sapphire sky filled with birds in flight.
If you choose to be anything, my love,
let it be lightning. 
Yes, be lightning,
and write your name across my chest
in fluorescent text.
Show me what it means 
to be electrocuted by your nails.

Martyrdom

I walked out

I walked towards a house of horror

And ate at its gates for many years

They gouged out my eyes

And made me bleed rivers of blood from my mouth

They drove six large spikes into my skull

So as to affect my mind with horror

They dragged me listless and faint through a dark street

And crucified me on a steel beam

By welding my risks and my ankles to its scaffolding

I hung there while I was alive

And when they discovered that my body could not stop producing blood like a river from my eye sockets

And from my gaping mouth

They electrocuted me

And I disappeared from my steel crucifix

To wander the universe with God

I still wander the world to this day

And when I ascended like my Lord

From out of my invisible tomb

I did not smell of smoke from a furnace

Therefore my oil is as clear as water

And it flows like gentle wind

Singing in a tempest

The martyrdom of Hineni

Amen

Fishers of Men

FISHERS OF MEN

Thy tender lips speak seduction
Thy eyes as charming as the stars
Thy buttocks a drummer's vibe
Thy thoughts lingers on a man's wealth 
Thy love buried beneath the abyss of lies

Thy heart as slippery as an okra soup
Doesn't last a second in one hand 
A hand full of men thou desires
One goes and thou finds another to fill in 

Money unto money thy ambition
Fish men and eat them dry
The electrocuted fishes shock out thy pants
Woe unto thee !
Devil's fisherman 

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Touch of Death

at the doorstep, someone is beckoning me
am being pulled into a deep void
pitch dark with an eerie aura
plagued by darkness I stumble forward
oh where are you my friend time
your absence drives me mad.
the mere thought of life seems like an elixir
am parched like a barren desert
running running running without any direction
overflowing with tears amidst the barren desert
i wail as ghouls goad me
my whole body numb
i crouch and quiver in
in thoughts of my evil memories.
suddenly i feel the sun glaring on my face
to wake up in the hands of my neighbor
i hug him like its the end of the world
joy i never knew gushed out
in leaps and bounds.
ah silly me electrocuted by the doorbell
yet happy to cheat death
for even a single day on earth

So I Had This Dream

So i had this dream,
I think it was a dream:

My lonely sole treading
the path of the air,
Through the rolling container.

My feet measuring the path
Of Washington,
dazed by her beauty,startled
by her regalia.

My eyes seduced by the 
Beauty  of her physiognomy.
The tiled road tensed with glory-
Even with her sister-Michigan.

My heart was elated like
an electrocuted toy who
hopped for joy while betrothed
to the striving electricity.

I closed my eyes for secs,
Open it a bit through the specs.
Thought it was a nightmare-
Maybe one of the lies the dreams spare.

But nay it was a raw truth,
A truth unmissed with alcohol-
Stance like the undauted rock,
Looking indifferently steady like a moor.

So at last i'm here,
Even America is now my peer.
What i'd longed for months,
Just entered through my door when hope was lost.

Now my joy's fulfilled,
Into the pitch now to be fulfilled.

Americans?

An Hero is here.
Washington, Lions_den is here. 
For some to tear while some to care.
      17:24:17:10:10

Low For Me Laying

Low for Me Laying

Saw him down there low for me laying
While always worthless things saying;
Chemical in vein diluted;
Poisoned not electrocuted;
With people's lives should not be playing.

Jim Horn

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