When solitude is all I'll ever know,
and the moonlight's all the friend in my world,
as winds of warmth for me will never blow;
a realm of mine to build will go unfurled!
Like a fortress, mental walls of thickness
protect and insulate my gentle nature;
hints of my manic-depressive sickness,
like my surrender to a dismal future,
sometimes show. But from time to time, the God
of angels and heaven inspires a hope
and joy that no sly trickery or fraud
can bring into being or genuine scope.
Whether in madness's hell or elation,
I find peace in the God of Creation.
I like to play my Xylophone
Whenever I get the urge at home
I while away the hours on my own
It puts me in my happy zone
But then I bought a microphone
And that made the neighbours moan
Complaining to me on the phone
To insulate with Styrofoam
Since they don't enjoy my dulcet tone
I said I'd give it up in order to atone
But vengeance is sweet and mine alone...
So instead I bought a Vibraphone
27 April 2023
Writing challenge 'Words with 'X' ' poetry contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Sandbagged the walls to
insulate sound
Mercy Oh humbled men
who are mercy Bound
trumpeted muses amongest
the fray
wine drunked night
a sun filled day
Extrudtions of evening past
Scoria pumice
must you ask
then as weighted we
stand tall
amongest the needs
there beyond the brink
of thought
we gather than to
do our part
oh ye men
oh nobeled souls
the spirt of night must
unfold
the skirt whores
to chore than labor
to be characters of men
who wishes there favor
Those whores who
wish to attach to you
so other men
might feel
what they have is true
Labor ye
oh Extruded souls
labor ye
thy thinkest control
A little low-voltage humor in monoku form depicting a fictional day at the Watt home...
The electrical engineer's wife greets him: "WIRE you INSULATE?"
Husband: WATTS it to you? Don't go blowing your CIRCUITS at least I'm OHM!
Wife: "Don't you make LIGHT of this if this were our daughter, you'd be GROUNDED!"
Husband: "Let's leave her out of this she can CONDUCTOR own business"
Wife: "Don't revAMP your story you know it reVOLTS me when you do that"
Husband: "Honey, I'm sorry it HERTZ just trying to keep you CURRENT"
Wife: "Well, I apologize for my RESISTANCE I felt POWERless"
Husband: "I didn't mean to give you STATIC but I'm feeling the SPARK now
Let's go enjoy an ELO concert it will be a good OUTLET"
Wife: "JOULE be SHOCKed to hear this... that would really reCHARGE my BATTERIES
You sure know how to flip my SWITCH we should do this with more FREQUENCY"
Husband, now whispering to the viewer "I just can't RESISTOR charm"
*** Note: ELO = Electric Light Orchestra (70's rock band) ***
Welcome to the cold.
Welcome to the new.
This is the way of cause.
This is the just path for you.
Oh we’ve welcomed one and all.
We’ve seen them all come through.
The corrupt, the poets, the Kings.
The Queens, the jokers, the killers too.
All the loved ones that you knew, they’ll all come this way in time it’s true.
They will all feel the cold without blood, bone and flesh to insulate their fool.
Don’t speak, don’t ask, don’t say.
Words mean nothing this side of the blue.
Welcome to your cold.
Welcome to your you.
as best she can
she tries
to insulate
each gap
of silence
the voids the cracks
with everything she can
anything to blur
the reality
she wants
so desperately
to gloss over
and forget
mindless chatter
most times sadly pathetic
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on March 21, 2021
Humans have skeleton inside
But your bone structure is outside
Our soft tissue is much exposed
But yours is all tightly enclosed
Our skin loses our body heat
But your thick shell does insulate
We struggle with the climate change
But to you it is nothing strange
We eat stuff that has long been dead
But you eat living things instead
Our flying uses combustion
But your wings use respiration
Now I mull over all of this
You have it right and us amiss
The fossil record shows it clear
For three hundred million year
You did adapt not disappear
But we humans are nowhere near
Our species on the edge we fear
Charon 2001
by Michael R. Burch
I, too, have stood—paralyzed at the helm
watching onrushing, inevitable disaster.
I too have felt sweat (or ecstatic tears) plaster
damp hair to my eyes, as a slug’s dense film
becomes mucous-insulate. Always, thereafter
living in darkness, bright things overwhelm.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea
Her memories swell-up in our bosom spontaneously
And get hold our whole being so overwhelmingly
Moistening our eyes and lifting our spirits joyfully
That asserts her deep love for us all, quite candidly.
Her years of memorable stay with us here precisely
Was caringly ordained by the providence specially
To assuage our woes that gripped us so mercilessly
Offered succour to the entire household constantly.
Hard-boiled masses perhaps may never understand
That unarguably cemented our sentimental bond
That ever lives on between us and affectionate Rani
Defy all dry logic and rationale of doubting mind.
Is it possible to insulate scent from a cute flower?
Or warmth from the bosom of a godlike mother
Or ardour from the inviting hugs of a friend near
Suffer amnesia from the memoirs of Rani, the dear.
Fifteen long years of sweet and constant bond
Made her part and parcel of our very being
Though there is the seemingly bodily separation
She ever lives in our hearts as a steady companion.
Burglars came to get my stuff, but there was nothing to steal.
So I made them into friends and we went to other people’s houses.
Making them into friends.
The burglars stopped their stealing ways,
and became kind and happy.
People loved the burglars, and they began hiring them to clean and cook,
And fix their cars, insulate their attics, babysit their children,
and groom their fussy cats.
The burglars are all legitimate workers now,
making money in a legal way.
Not stealing, not cheating, not lying.
Changed into upstanding citizens.
They never bring home things they did not pay for themselves anymore.
I am confident when other burglars break into my friends, the
Former burglar’s houses, they will make them into friends and go to other
People’s houses, knowing what they have to do.
I swore that day, I'd never fall again
With tears of heartbreak dripping from my chin
A wall was built to keep intruders out
To insulate my heart in times of doubt
I thought the feeling died
Felt nothing deep inside
No one could hurt me, even if they tried
Buried in my heart beneath the pain
Beneath the bitterness, and loneliness, that remained
Slept a feeling that was buried long ago
Without the light of love for it to grow
I took it back from her
Forgot the way things were
But when I saw your smile, I felt it stir
The days went by, you put your smile on me
You scaled the wall, just wouldn't let me be
Then touched my heart with words tender and kind
And soon I saw the beauty of your mind
You came to me in dreams
Convinced it was a scheme
I tried to push you out of every scene
But while my eyes were closed, I saw your face
Two lovers in a passionate embrace
That feeling left for dead grew like a fire
My heart was racing, fueled by my desire
Baby you make me burn
My heart will never learn
I've drifted past the point of no return
Daniel Turner
pandemic morpho toxicity
the sludge squeeze from
the geysers of torture and rape
one after another
life feeds on life
the pilfering of our peoples
the siphoning of our souls
milling upon the millions
minions minimizing our emotions
someone wants to own it all
but does not respect the privilege
gather around the fire
the heat keeps us through the night
i cry for a thousand years
for those ive never heard of
dont deny this places conditioning
my dry eyes can feel relief
harden like the walls of our egos
i insulate and isolate
treading in the quicksand of my own fears
change is inevitable, so become
i once was young
power an elusion shrouded
by the characters who drive
their own machines to bitter end
i forgive you
trust is another matter
She's gone home where the grand oak lives,
whose branches and summer leaves insulate
from the turbulence of life,
a mighty protector and overseer of souls,
casts an elongated evening shadow,
cooling the grassy swell of earth
which serves as an emerald shroud,
purposely discriminating from those
who live and those who die.
A wailing voice shudders against the ground,
but she can't answer----the sobbing of her
lover wrenches the spirit heart,
she wants to grasp his masculine hand,
to feel the warmth of him one more time,
to tell him she is in harmony with her finality,
forgiving him and others for her earthly pain,
tasting bitterness and resentment during her life
and satiated with serenity after her last breath,
she's gone home where the grand oak lives.
And has it been two thousand years--
That one eternal Gift bestowed
To calm the fury of our fears--
To bear for each a mental load?
Yet, in this frail, restrictive skin
That each must shelter from the cold
Of winter death, inclement men--
We need a time to be retold.
We need to insulate from ice
By donning fantasies of mirth.
We need to feel our lives suffice
By wearing ritual rebirth.
With euphemistic evergreen,
With hope of peace hung on a tree,
We warm our pagan needs to mean
The heart of Christian mystery.
What do you want to tell me
That you feel you cannot tell?
Do you think I would run away
Laugh
Or reject you?
Do you think I would change my perception of you?
Do you know that a person is not made by what he does
But by what he is in his soul?
People change
Do things
Things that they may not be proud of
Making mistakes along the way
That is part of a learning process
Part of life
One should not judge a book by its cover
By the beauty from the outside
But by the heart shining through its protective layer
When we are vulnerable
It is easy to cover up and insulate
Shield and fortify
But wouldn’t you want to be free
And find out?
Never know what you’ll be missing
Sooo
Don’t or do
Wish you do
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