Filament Poems | Examples

1879

1879 
First light bulb 
Invented by Thomas Edison 
1879 
Over 3,000 designs 
A science inventor 
Carbonized filament 
History in the making 
Eclectic lightening 
An extraordinary idea 
Glass reflects the light 
Fluorescent bright 
Lamp shines 
Current through utility 
Illuminating 
Used everyday 
Creative indeed 
Light so we can see 
1879

The Ecstasy of Saint Teresa

Her body becomes a chapel 
opened by flame,
arched in surrender
to a light too holy for flesh.
The angel smiles 
          (soft and deliberate)
as if he knows 
ecstasy is edged with death.

She breathes not air but radiance,
each gasp a half-formed prayer.
Her ribs open like shutters
and eternity bursts in there.

No shame in this trembling.
She is the altar, and bride,
and lover, and flame,
whom God enters not with thunder,
but with fire too deep to name.

Her body is incandescent—
like a moth in a candle flame—
every nerve a silver filament
burning at the edge of breaking.
She cries out without sound,
a prayer too fierce for words.

She lies in the hush that follows,
emptied yet brimming with rapture.
Flushed with the glow of Unknowing,
she becomes the crystalline Castle
where light returns home to itself.

TOUCH OF NOCTURNAL VELVET

A cascade, shimmering, of rivulets that undulate,
Metaphor thalassic, richly blending at the pate.
Each silhouette of vitality, speaking with gentle weight,
On shoulders resting, an adornment, delicate.

Where inky depths meet sun-kissed golden thread,
Fair skin and russet lips, a harmony well-bred.
On sloping lids, where emerald hues are spread,
Completing thus, a visage subtly, richly said.

Every filament, a void of deepest night,
Pupils widen, mirroring its stark, endless plight.
Heartstrings tugged by fur of shadowed fall,
Where a blue throb pulses, binding all.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

I'm living a down and out life
It's like ECG, when you are at the peak
You will fall to the bottom
I'm like a filament lamp, very shiny
But do not go gentle into that good night
Old age should burn and rave
At close of the day, rage
Rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end know dark is right
Because their words had forked no lighting 
They do not go gentle into that good night.

Jealousy Creates a Mess

Turquoise chalice was terrified that she was not as curvy
As the fade- out banana who had a touch of scurvy
Clothes pin cousin laughed at the chalice's distress
Lightbulb filament rolled his eyes at this jealous mess
Screwdriver did not have anything much to say
Lockset said “I’ll come back another day”.
Cork found himself surrounded by disturbed items now.
He waddled off, looking for a piggy bank or a snowplow.

SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry

SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry


Infused intensity of immense ignorant
Boils of blast feme burbling
Crackle and gilling clump coils
Of filament retardants…..coverings

Egos frost bitten frozen bumps
Cabbage patch dolls provocateur
Running ruins caveating wretch
Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose

Developing deepen darts of daze
Daring divorced deities
Spillage spoil syber sist
Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what?

Tweet twik ti tork
Tweet twik ti tork
Tork twik ti Tweet
Wailing walls worship waters sung-songs

Of open offensives offerings
Spillage spoil syber sist
Vested virtues very vast
Undermining unfixed unumerously…..anthem

Spillage spoil syber sist


1/17/25
For Vogon Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet

I'M THANKFUL FOR BEING

Gratitude, sovereign atop Meru’s lofty crest,
Glides through crevices beneath Challenger Deep rest.
I traverse with solemnity, a mortal blessed beyond infinity—
An Avatar, eclipsing senators, defying eternity.

Finite breaths, ephemeral within the infinite filament,
Flickering wicks of joy and sorrow, omnificent and omnipotent.
Hope and dreams wither and tether—
A responsibility to shoulder—who dares to hinder?

A flowery benediction—born a woman,
Silent steward of primordial secrets spun,
A womb of the universe, where giggles ripple,
An architect unparalleled, designing destinies dribble.

More is Less

How you feel is not enough,
You as this is less than function,
Avert the feel, replace with stuff,
Or suffer states, disjunction.

Comparing scrambled eggs to buzzing locust,
To the mumbled mind within you,
Hocus pocus, lack of locus,
There's too much to think or do.

Is it magic, the spectacle, the prance of flicked rays?
Distracting as you navigate your ways,
Through this nothing filled by gaze.

The TV sounds like lightbulbs burnt,
The filament ablaze; fidelity.
Tinnitus chimes, claiming weren't;
External cause for remedy.

I can feel the TV hum, the windows wake my earlobes,
Aghast by glass, the lampposts shook,
I'd rather nether regions probed.

I sense that I can't sense a thing,
Nothing lurks beneath my brain,
Haunting me to always bring,
The me who flees from fear and pain.

Poisons for potions, 
Pills provide motions,
A corpus of nervous commotions,
Despite that, these without,
I'm better about,
But me: I continue to doubt.

Pink Lilies

The pink lilies cluster together as if they were in a hug
tall and gallant posed they are breathtaking beautiful
with a friendly yellow stigma and rusty red filament
lively colors that brighten the day with a sweet smile.

The first year they seemed to crawl out of the earth
breaking from the soil so small and delicate but pretty
The second year juvenile growth a little taller more full
the pink petals ever so playful and lush.

Year three proud and full, high and showy
from a few to a bunch reaching up saying hello world
Here we are in full radiance of nature's glory
our satin pink petals force a touch to realize real indeed.

The pink lilies get lots of complimentary comments
bringing satisfaction to a gardener's pride
Bought from PCH trying to win five grand a week for life
never win those prizes but never lose for every spring a winner.

Unscathed

Unscathed


I didn’t know 
I was coming apart at the seams 
Until i came undone
I didn't know my arms were mangled 
Until they fell off
I didn't know I was fragile 
Until I heard my heart break
I didn't know i wanted to cry 
Until tears came flooding
I didn't know was going too fast
Until I crashed
I didn’t know my world is shattering 
Until it came clashing down
I didn’t know i was falling into pieces
Until I i steppd on my broken parts
I didn’t feel a snag
Until I got completed entangled
Filament by filament
By the threads of my unkowing
I didn’t see my vision was obscured 
Until it was completely distorted
I didn’t know I was lost 
Until I was found
Sobering thoughts
Unprecedented moments
I didn’t know I had a gaping wound 
Until I  bled out
I didn’t know someone loved me
Until I lost him.

Threads

"When threads of love are frayed, 
                a heart is left threadbare and broken."
                                                  ~ by poet.


Threads from my yesteryears remain in tact
A few have come unraveled; as a matter of fact
There is one that I've tried to bury with a shovel 
But they all live in my mind, trapped in a hovel

They are loosened stitches, frayed at the seams
Reminders of what once were hopes and dreams
Threads I pulled that caused weeping and grieving
and knots I untied, which unfastened the weaving

But not all threads were weakened by my hand
It does not soothe my tender heart to reprimand
for spools have levels of denier, different filament
Can love be salvaged with threads of lament?

It only took one single thread to tear us apart
A twist in the warp that stopped beating in one heart
Flimsy is the threefold cord when one doesn't care
No patching can ever mend a love that's threadbare

A seamstress I would choose to be so I could repair
tattered threads of love from too much wear and tear
Through the eye of a golden needle, I would sew
with silver thread to mend what we shared long ago.

Filament One

Dream all in second sight
my embers amber n gossamer ink 
of ravens, forgotten wings, 
flutter in the hollows 
of my heart.

Feeling the loss 
of all my intricate parts.

Breaking of stained glass 
each fragment 
a different reality
an internal beginning.

Or a desolate ending, cold… 
I dream all in second sight
the filaments of one
old n sold, second to none.

Forgotten old n alone,
Lost in the spaces 
in between n unseen
filament, one

A traveller in flight
Last in realms of distant night 
or whitest, white 

Landing upon distance shores
A traveller divine and unknown 
I dream all in second sight.

Flaccid Fleet

Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
        Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
        Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
        Strait elongates co-ordinate, pace killed


        Gliding knife grease fixed current kestrels
        Impotent motor pendulums drowsy matelot
        Exhonerating tranquillity served seas slow
        Exoteric tampers spatula flat vapid vessel


        Crusading armada cruise aquatic canyon
        Rigid crucifix mast meanders evangelical
        Illusive land sinks split quills, sodalite inkwell
        Top-gallant swallowed, whale snack plankton


        Inert surrender line honours, hundred strong 
        Quelled by existence Earth centric
        Universe of solar centre offensive 
        Encourages complacent latent symposium

 
        Rigging ties tradition to methods regaled
        Order drifts on brittle fine line filament
        Oceanic only planet confirms familiar 
        Moribund remains phobic, slick oil sailed




                 18th February
               Fear of Anarchy 

         GAPS GIVE CRITIQUE ROOM

An Existential Curiosity, Night Fantasy

The hour of night unfolds before me like an origami shadow 
and suddenly the stars outsource their light, the moon her glow 
That dark and endless sky before my eyes is holding me in silence 
sheltering my quietude with queried thought I ask, who are you ?
Dark shadows moving with paranormal photo lights 
every planet in the sky including Mars ignites 
Saturnian golden shades of amber filament bright 
the hour of night unfolds giving me wish bullions of gold. 
Far beyond reach the innocent child of wander that I once was 
has left her stationary world of earth, her Alcatraz 
that jet black place of deep that knows no boundaries calls 
to me, you are who you say you are ! 
Luminescent angels of beauty and grace they hold the golden cup 
belonging to Pharaohs of yesterday, Divine intermediaries 
who brush through my soul like the breeze, airflow from heaven
an existential curiosity arises once more,  where are we ?

December 29, 2022
Sponsor	Edward Ibeh
Contest Name	This or That, Vol 15 |

I Wandered Lonely As a Rose

I wandered lonely as a rose by Autumn's gate
as I lay there in still repose, petals strewn       
I fell apart like dessert moon; 

The scent that once perfumed my reign 
were mellowed by September's rain
I drifted distant in the woods. 

All my husks fell to the soil 
each petal dried right where it stood    
No gardener's hand of hue embroiled
that filament that quivered slow  
like dying embers of nights glow 

Shambled, windblown as the wind
beneath the last of summer's ray 
regretfully I did rescind 

As summer lost her fired splay 
I wandered, 
Lost and alone like a rose, 
until the end of summer froze.

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