They gather in their buzzard nests
clustered in dry grey frazzled wastes
steel sticks to walk upon their footsteps
humming with metallic stilts
supported grid on artificial legs
their crude utilitarian structure
hang in groves above the chainsaw stacks
Buzzing across the forests
as their cables saunter
their arms outstretched
quietly immobile lurking in the distance
frames crisscross their anti-nature
by rivet and construction artifact
through the mountains
over hills advancing stagnant
Silently is in their interference
high tension of Guglielmo Marconi
affecting some strange unfathomable sickness
distortions through auras energy
is their invisible electrical disturbance
and living with them is notoriously dangerous
Hopscotch and crossword their generator
puzzle to whom
where from
where to
follows you all the motorway home
to the click of a switch
down the side streets and back out of sight
their invisible mile and kilometer
and their arid blight
the digital clicking cash collecting of J.P. Morgans meter
connected by conductivity's twisted fiber
and living in the nightmares of Nikola Tesla
Categories:
generator, environment,
Form: Free verse
He was known as the love poem generator
His poems it was said could not be greater
He cranked out at least a dozen at a time
They quickly swooned at his love words of rhyme
Soon he started missing subtle clues from his wife
Like, I've never been so horny in all of my life
He'd shout out, I'll be there in a minute dear
Just got a couple of more lines to write here
One day she yelled back, don't worry, that's okay,
The Plumber and I need time to finish anyway!
Categories:
generator, humor, life, loneliness, lust,
Form: Couplet
I spent the rent
Money on a power generator
Where I sent
To power my refrigerator
When the power went out
I cried with grief
Knowing my beef
Will spoil right on the spot
I don’t enjoy the hot summers
Where there’s no air conditioning
That’s what happened, a bummer
When the power went out, motioning
Me to go get a generator
Something strong
To go along
And will make me feel greater
Now that I’ve it hooked up
All power coming from it
No longer do I have to corrupt
The lights will surely be lit
The fridge can be cool still
By the power
Of my tower
Generator, outside the window sill
My neighbors are quite jealous
All wanting the same thing
But it’s all quite delicious
When I eat a frozen something
“Next time the power goes out
I will be prepared to shout
I have the power to continue, with
Uninterrupted electrical venue”
Russell Sivey
Categories:
generator, light,
Form: Rhyme
My Love, Love? What's That? Who's He?
Your skin glows like the Avocado, blossoms Groggy as the Bleeding Heart in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Ocarina voice and leaps like a Hippo at the whisper of your name, Love? What's That? Who's He?.
The evening ascends in on a great Sea Gull wing.
I am calmed by your Stocking that I carry into the twilight of Corn Stalkbeams and hold next to my Hip.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Bleach.
As my Abdomen falls from my Straw Hat, it reminds me of your Ball of Yarn.
In the hushed, I listen for the last Chime of the spring.
My heated Tongue leaps to my Brazier. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Eyeliner so that we may Fly as one, Tongue to Tongue, in search of the glorious Aquamarine and spiritual Printer of love.
Categories:
generator, love,
Form: Verse
never noticed this feature before lol will come in handy when the muse as done a runner and its your loved ones birthday
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms beautiful as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your trumpet voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name, dianne.
The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
I am calmed by your skirt that I carry into the twilight of tree beams and hold next to my arms.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of wine.
As my legs falls from my shoes, it reminds me of your hand.
In the hushed, I listen for the last shout of the spring.
My heated lips leaps to my scarf. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret road so that we may run as one, lips to lips, in search of the glorious red and spiritual moon of love.
Categories:
generator, love,
Form: Free verse
Word generator, don't debunk it,
whatever it throws out,don't junk it,
with some forethought I might
get this Limerick right,
it appears I have- who'd have thunk it?
Word generator produced 'forethought'.
4th February 2016
Categories:
generator, words,
Form: Limerick
A symptomatology buff
one morning was feeling quite rough
a cold his prognosis
no strict diagnosis
just one he thought up off the cuff.
Using the word 'symptomatology', from the Poetry Soup random word generator,
and as a present for Jan Allison, box of tissues not included x
27th January2016
Categories:
generator, words,
Form: Limerick
Turned out odd, thought I would share it anyways:
My Love, Megamind
Your skin glows like the Blueberry, blossoms
Beautiful as the Blue Bonnet in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Piano voice
and leaps like a Bluejay at the whisper of your name,
Megamind.
The evening ascends in on a great Bluejay wing.
I am calmed by your Glove that I carry i
nto the twilight of Skybeams and hold next to my Hand.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Water.
As my Heart falls from my Sleeve,
it reminds me of your River.
In the hushed, I listen for the last Rushing of the spring.
My heated Lips leaps to my Shoe.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Water
so that we may Smiling as one, Lips to Lips,
in search of the glorious Blue and spiritual light of love.
Categories:
generator, funny, heart, blue, heart,
Form: Free verse
I was trawling the internet yesterday and came
across the Love Poem Generator
I thought, disgusted, you can’t generate a love poem
it’s like having sex and calling it generating a baby
you’re taking all the passion out of it.
Categories:
generator, depression, growing up, happiness,
Form: Free verse
(This is a fictional poem)
I was struck by lightning and now my body is electrified.
My body has tons of electricity inside.
I can power things just like a generator.
My wife is making me power all of her appliances and I really hate her.
She has her blender plugged into my nose and the oven plugged into my ###.
I cause a power surge whenever I pass gas.
She has the refrigerator and the toaster plugged into my ears.
Someone please help me, I can no longer stand it here.
This is very demeaning but she doesn't care how I feel.
I have to live in misery just so she won't have to pay an electric bill.
Categories:
generator, funny, husband, wife, body,
Form: I do not know?