I need an emotional healing
one only God can deliver
I need to be restored.
by my heavenly Transmitter
I'm brokenhearted
my spirit pulverized
I need God to come unto me
and emotionally galvanize
I need an emotional healing.
to be removed from further harm
I need God to stimulate me, recreate me
hold me in His loving arms
I'm brokenhearted
my spirit pulverized
I need God to come unto me
and emotionally galvanize
life has kicked me in the gut
spanked my butt
left me gasping for air
I need to be in the presence
of the Great I Am
the God of loving care
no longer brokenhearted
my spirit no longer pulverized
God came into me
and emotionally galvanized
I got an emotional healing
I was removed from further harm
now stimulated, now recreated
safe in God's loving arms
Are we the shade of the shadow
or a shadow in the shade.
Are we sashaying toward pinhole dreams?
While trudging above an open grave.
It all seems like a giant garish gothic play
acts and players hand-picked centuries in advance.
Hobbled masses humbly kneel on crumbs to pray.
Realizing opinion nor ballot was ever worth a damn.
These two-legged, greedy, greasy snakes.
Eyes made of slag have no vacancy signs.
Clogging up our gossamer soul veins.
They're here to minimize, intimidate.
Project, disappear, dismiss, assassinate.
Straitjacket the masses with normalized madness.
We, the people, are not the ones playing God.
Poisoning water, field, sky...
Smiling in the light while eating innocents.
In the shadow of ritual and sacrifice.
These devils openly mock and taunt us now.
(byproducts of a boiling swamp).
Yellowing the face of flailing freedom.
A billion greenbacks can galvanize
such audacity and shallow bravery.
Of these deeply soiled oligarchs
and pathetic plastic kings.
I am a fancy talker
I could talk and make you feel good
Mind you I am not a motivational speaker
But can galvanize you into action
In both negative and positive ways
I could talk you into a world
That only exist in the imagination
I could talk and you feel your Situation change instantaneously
I could talk you into a decision
That you will regret all your life
I could also talk you smoothly into your breakthrough
Therefore eat with me armed with a long spoon
And be weary of me when I talk to you
And choose wisely so that you can live
I mean live life in abundance!
Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend,
hurl giant underbellies of sound downward -
climactic events galvanize grouting and glass.
The next boom is distant, yet lightning streaks
across closed eyes.
Backyard bones are starkly illuminated,
perhaps even scorched?
An astral mythology shakes its bright spears.
Is that the crackling of flaming grasshoppers?
Then on the roof, a thud and flopping of metallic fins,
is it an alien craft or an armored coelacanth?
For an instant, minds are thrown out of their skins.
Parallel lines collide; pidgins drop, stunned
by a siren sky.
From an upturned trashcan lid, an electric Venus
is seen rising from her ancient scallop.
She is sexually charged and triumphantly aglow,
about her, the fallen twitch on.
October days with overcast; hauntingly dreary skies
Underneath which; I am drawn to your essense breadthwise
Strong Northwest winds, become the summers greenest leaves demise
Your Auburn eyes; are my vision of monarch butterflies
Floating on air, gliding; you touch my arms thwartwise
Authentic are our feelings; shared, with no disguise
Recharging each other's batteries; in the ways we empathize
Your eyes may resemble the color rust; for me, they simply galvanize
The way I feel about you, that could not be faked, or synthesized
How we both find safety in each other's arms being compartmentalized
Awareness floods my veins
The eyes are open now
Truth fills the soul,
Rushes into the hidden corners
Revelations fall into place
Snap to attention
Like dominoes or perfect solitaire
Razors chilled to freezing
Slice my mind,
Galvanize my sight
While ice claws my lungs---
Breath slowing to a ragged rattle,
I can't think,
I can only write my reactions
To my crucifixion
At your unwitting hands---
Sometimes the pain isn't so blatant.
Sometimes it's subtle shadings,
Intricate turnings of pink---
Lace bonds that constrict
Gently, slowly about the heart...
Unnoticed until they've caused pain for some time.
By then they've cut too deeply,
Become too embedded to remove.
Don't get me wrong---
In some veiled, perverse way,
I enjoy it---
I enjoy learning nothing
From my mistakes---
Iridescence
intermingle
explicate
wriggle
& inspire
placidity
immaculate
prearrange
dedicate
& appreciate
accolade
amplify
achieve
affection
&bravery
intrepid
explore
galvanize
promise
& specify
symbiosis
relationship
cooperation
stipulate
& venture
shrewd
resourcefulness
recommendation
unpredictable
& corroboration
Obdurate
resist
persuade
endure
&reincarnate
acquiesce
argue
comply
quiet
& blissful
tremendous
tempting
teamwork
tantalizing
&bespoke
conundrum
intricate
wrestle
to nurture
solemnity
Written: March 24, 2023
1st place contest winner
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1202 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Thunder arrives.
Occult spacecraft hurl giant underbellies of sound
downward -
galvanize grouting.
A thud on the roof,
broken feathers flop.
An electric pause,
time twitches on.
Brain, heart, and skin all electric
all conduits to awareness.
That kind of electricity flows outward.
Eyes reflect our electricity.
The mothership,
the flesh and bone, the organic innards,
they all work for the cellular transference
or storage of electric energy.
What is my point?
When I say: you turn me on,
that we are plugged into one another.
I mean we are all power points.
Hot stuff.
Of course we can either
recharge or drain.
Friction may occur, sparks may fly.
Dear electron AC/DC unit
you galvanize me.
Beware though,
electromagnetic waves of love
or any other high voltage passion
can lead to unwanted ignition -
please be sure to wear a thick rubber soul.
Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend,
hurl giant underbellies of sound downward.
Climactic events galvanize grouting.
The next boom is distant,
other places are scorched or illuminated
by quixotic hosts -
you never know with astral mythology.
The crackling of flaming grasshoppers,
then on the roof, a thud and flopping of fins,
as armored coelacanth are thrown out of their skins.
Only the menstrual blood of virgins
can ward off showers of frogs.
Parallel lines collide; stunned pigeons drop
from the darkness.
From upturned trashcan lids, Venus is seen
rising from her scallop.
She is sexually charged, triumphantly aglow.
About her, the fallen twitch.
I’m running for President
But this time I’ll win,
Without our dear Hilary,
That caused such a din!
You’ll see I’m the man
The one they need beat,
Whatever they serve
For breakfast I’ll eat.
I’m steeled for the task
My lungs fully primed,
To galvanize crowds,
Their passions to wind.
Remembering lessons
From last time around,
I’ll pummel my colleagues,
Right into the ground.
My passions undaunted,
No weapon too harsh,
They won’t know what hit them
As they spin out and crash.
Let not thoughts of age,
Nor leanings too left,
Fool you to think
I’m no longer that deft.
The other old man
That’s now in my sights,
May as well pick his grave,
As I read him last rites.
So just watch me work
As the contest unfolds,
For when I but sneeze
Others catch colds.
What a demonic way to demoralize?
When a player's most prestigious prize
is the pure pie between tender thighs...
these seeds are not for fools to fertilize.
What a lascivious way to liberalize?
When girls use skimpy skirts to advertise
their wares for freaky flirts to fantasize...
You are taunting them to tantalize.
What a gruesome way to galvanize?
When milky mounts become merchandise
for poor pedestrians to patronize...
their tools get tempted to terrorize.
What a marvelous way to mordernize?
when sisters learn to sensibly socialize,
and men's tools are trained to tranquilize...
sunflowers and butterflies will fraternize.
Bring on the blessings
Shangrala the soul
Reap rewards from heaven
As momentum starts to roll
Supersede your potential
Give the world your gift
Keep your passion flowing
And progress will be swift
Energize your empathy
Galvanize your grace
Clarify your compassion
And put a smile on your face
A hacienda of happiness
Is what your world should be
A galaxy of goodness
That leads you straight to me.
_Shaman
He used to rise before I wakened,
to galvanize the coffee pot.
Then as enticing whiff assailed me,
he’d bring it to me strong and hot.
He knew my love for that dark brew
and how it helped me start my day.
I can taste it still, the one he brought
just hours before he went away.
Now that I have been left alone,
no one will bring it to my bed,
so it is set on auto time
to start it brewing now instead.
It is the one alarm I need
to waken me at morning’s dawn.
My memories help to sustain
and that rich brew still turns me on.
Hep me, as ama dope
Heal me, as ama infirm
Free me, as ama shackled
See me, as ama mirra
Clothe me, as ama barenekkid
Galvanize me, as ama stubborn lak ‘crete
Betroth me, as ama sangle and goatish
Subjugate me, as ama crossgrain fool
Rebirth me, as ama gassy cawpse
Retool me, as ama ‘nachronism
Reassess me, as ama second-chancer
Retype me, as ama ruff copy
Stigmatize me, as ama beyond reproach
Rekindle me, as ama waifish speerit
Redirect me, as ama arra awry
Redevelop me, as ama shutterclick naaghtmare
Hunker me down, as ama foxhole ‘bloon
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