I woke up bit frazzled.
I'll be alright once I settle down.
I'm prone to nasty nightmares.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
An evil man decided to become a killer clown after he watched 'It'.
He showed no mercy, murder was a crime that he loved to commit.
And just like in Stephen King's miniseries, he loved to kill kids.
People are still terrified because of what that killer clown did.
Parents started locking their doors and they made their children stay inside.
Human life meant nothing to that clown and he committed many homicides.
He murdered over and over, he committed murder 32 times.
He was eventually caught and executed for his horrible crimes.
That evil clown went to a birthday party and was going to kill every kid there.
But the police were waiting for him and he was arrested and sent to the chair.
As he was being electrocuted, his head burst into flames.
It was a horrific death and he only had himself to blame.
He died in agony because of his horrible sins.
He vowed to reincarnate and start killing again.
Because that evil clown was executed, people are feeling a lot of relief.
The world is a better place because he's no longer causing terror and grief.
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.
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!
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
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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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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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,
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
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