Have No Fear
When I was girl, in Catholic primary school,
I dared not question a thing, I thought how uncool!
But as I grew, I met immensely brilliant, guiding folk.
They gave my mind, atomic, gigantic welcome, jolts!
Those jolts still live and shine brightly in me today.
I never reverted again to create things in others’ ways.
And,,,so i no longer go sniffing like a pup for approval.
No pats on my head, no~ it is all outer drivel!
I feel like a bird, freed from a rusty, old cage..
I learned self-acknowledgement is truly God’s page!
Stand up for yourself, I am not kidding.
Writing to please others is a false and dull bidding.
Poets may avoid you, do count that as a huge win!
You were not created to be another’s poetry twin.
Make a difference with your valuable words…
Sometimes, they may have to be used as swords.
Stand up, be brave, we only go around life once
Stand for good, may your words,fill the air with a punch!
9/9/2025
Categories:
jolts, courage, encouraging, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
The cage creaks upward.
The ancient Otis,
ascends slowly from a first floor past.
He dreams on...
Outside the remembered apartment
the fat round nipple of the doorbell
reminds him of her -
Rosy Holroyd,
who once, without being asked,
shoved one of her large **** into his mouth.
He punches the doorbell with a flat thumb,
imagines her undressing,
getting those ample bosoms warmed up.
No response from behind the door!
He feels disorientated and foolish
as the dream once again sinks his hopes.
The cage creaks
as it jolts downward through decades.
Alone in the elevator; gradually awakening,
his lips open and purse
like a lonely goldfish.
Categories:
jolts, poverty,
Form: Free verse
A crescent moon dangles in the distance,
whilst meteors jet across Prussian blue heavens,
leaving trails of grey ash in their wake.
An abnormal, elongated silence creeps through threadbare trees,
as an imperceptible breeze skims past my hair,
causing, for just a second, déjà vu—
a flutter between my muffled heart and a crushing ribcage
jolts me back.
Never-ending, frayed nerves keep me on edge;
the taste of insufferable copper taints my tongue.
Spitting it out—only for it to return,
haunting me like your last words,
replicating, repeating nightmares,
eating into my wailing brain.
That night: the broken glass,
shattered mirrors, overturned tables,
blood-sheathed floors—
became our point of no return.
Categories:
jolts, angst, conflict, dark, gothic,
Form: Free verse
Sitting separate intertwined in togetherness
Hearts raced until a single embrace
Touch was the remedy to one's anxiousness
A cool like breeze swept the room
The pace is slowed as the beat reduces its cadence
Warmth is now the welcoming of a new
Comfort has expanded and covered both individuals
No longer separate as the equation has unified
Different minds with similar thoughts
To connect on a level that most will never reach
Top shelf compassion
Blushes stain the face of the joyous one
Happiness grabs the heart and jolts the body suddenly
An indescribable feeling that can only be told through deep gazes
A mirror reflection of incandescent perfection
Categories:
jolts, analogy, appreciation, books, song,
Form: Free verse
Lightning flashes so brightly outside;
rain's falling fast and furious.
Feeling vibrations in my fingers
jolts loosen the window pane.
Delightful, but frightful, quivers follow.
Mummy shudders, shoulders and head;
Sissy covers up her ears.
I'm deaf, my other senses
eagerly expect something after sparks.
I wait and faces change.
Like a sudden tag game,
I see the brilliant flashes.
Sissy tags me, "You're IT!"
I can guess thunder's timing
just before he reaches base.
Categories:
jolts, 11th grade, rain,
Form: Rhyme
Pulp wrung out of sunset squeeze
Chinese dragon clouds
make mandarin marquees
Purple curtain shrouds
Folks without homes nobody sees
Electrified skies spark dust to flare
inside a vacant apartment
Twilight society’s fabric tears
Cringe crimson impairment
Wealth shields from irradiated glare
Wishing star stuck in limbo, catapults
daydream sun, distant flung
Pigeon sprauchle sudden vanish jolts
Mortified moon, hopes hung
Crusted blankets magic carpet vaults
8th November 2024
Written for Contest:
Jolted by Twilight
Sponsor: Di11y Da11y
Categories:
jolts, absence, allusion, imagery,
Form: Rhyme
Now aubade has gone
and the day has spun its spun
A jolt of twilight wakens
the nothingness to come
No more rises or zeniths
no future for the sun
only the shocking truth of knowing
When life’s done it’s done
For death can never be destroyed or undone
Hollowed out inside, oblivion’s rotten void
Permanence beset with no upside
But the twilight jolts again
A curve appears across night’s end
a qualm of uncertainty, another bend
If not the sun
If not the son
None becomes more than the sum
A doubt has arisen through death’s prism
I feel… I feel…
Damn I feel so close
Just like in life… I’m somewhere… almost!
Categories:
jolts, death, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Shamed by being unprepared, bewildered, befuddled,
I watch nature transition to twilight, ever so aplomb,
with birds and mammals crepuscular, they're at their prime,
when the daylight fades to muted at twilight time.
Birds calls echo like searchlights looking for a mate,
as the sun casts red and orange beams into the clouded sky.
The shadows grow to long and menacing fingers
stretching across the landscape as silhouette puppets
that play on the walls, efficacious and audacious.
Now the day has begun to fade into night.
I tend to nap and daydream in this half-life twilight
betwixt between, black and white, day and night.
Switching off, muting and blurring my attention,
until something in Nature jolts me awake,
like an alarm clock, making me bolt up, alarmed.
With heart racing, my distraction disarmed,
shaken and stirred, awakened and disturbed,
I take notice of the gentle glow and flow of twilight,
and see what I would otherwise have missed.
Categories:
jolts, dark, day,
Form: Free verse
Change, watchword of our time
Change without reason, capricious crime
Reform, reconstruct, recast, revise
Change for change-sake – foolish, unwise
Alter, adjust, adapt, amend
Constant change blurs to no end
Transform, transmute, transfigure
Change, all jolts and jarring triggers
Change, our brains from our bodies derange
Change, our souls from the cosmos estrange
Categories:
jolts, change, pain, relationship, spiritual,
Form: Couplet
June 4 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Job 16-18
Key Verse – Job 16:20 My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
PRAISE BE TO GOD TO WHOM WE POUR OUT
OUR TEARS UNTO
Praise be to God to Whom we pour out our tears unto for:
Joy of no joke
Justice midst jesting
Joviality against jitters
Jubilation beyond jackpot
Job that jolts us to jolly journey
Job 17:15 Praise be to the Lord for assuring us hope in His:
Kingdom along His gracious kinship
Kindness with His granted knowledge
Kingship, governing us along our kneeling
Keenness, guarding us from being knocked-out
Keeping with His gloriousness beyond kindling kaleidoscope
Job 18:18 Praise be to the Saviour for His light:
Leading us to His love
Livening us by His lawful lessons
Liberating us against lamentations
Lengthening our lives for lovely legacy
Letting us listen to and laud His loftiness for our learning. Amen!
June 4, 2024
Categories:
jolts, bible, blessing, christian, faith,
Form: Alliteration
It jolts and shakes as it carroms around,
my joints seethe at the pressure exerted,
it rips upward until high off the ground,
I hear the excited cries of my kid.
Oh, to be young, and has such a grand time,
to not feel pain lance as my brains shakes up,
nor to feel unnerved with every decline,
the stomach rises, holding back gets tough.
Up at a high point nearby hills flash by,
start to understand why folks get car-sick,
once things like this made me feel alive,
at least for my son it still does the trick.
We plunge and I hear a sound like thunder,
this was much more fun when I was younger…
Categories:
jolts, age, child, endurance, how
Form: Sonnet
His own voice
talks over his head,
as if he were not there.
The load car radio
plays distant music.
Without thinking,
he changes channels,
hears only
the drumming road.
His eyes are low lit,
they see only feet
beyond his gripped hands.
Sunlight glares past thoughts,
he swivels right, sidles left,
soft shouldering unseen corners.
He is listening to a memory,
just a self-driving memory,
The car jolts –
returns him
back behind his eyes.
He is safe now
from all those passengers
he invited into his mind.
Categories:
jolts, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Hi there, I’m your initial cup of coffee,
The one that jolts your brain out of neutral.
I don’t think you could survive without me
And at times, I know this feeling’s mutual.
It’s my purpose to get your systems working,
To tempt you out from the Land of Nod,
To guide you from the path that leads to brambles
Through pastures that past villagers have trod.
Yes, I am your very first cuppa,
I’m just one of your very best friends,
I try to sustain your brain functions,
It’s on me that your future depends!
I’m happy to stay to the side of the stage
In the shadows of the wings,
I will mingle with milk from multiple brands
Or those thin wooden, stirry things.
I won’t confront your weariness
Or your affair with Ovaltine,
I’m content to raise your consciousness
With a swift dose of caffeine.
So don’t take me for granted
I’ll be there as you grow old,
Awakening your palate
Whilst warming the mug you hold.
Categories:
jolts, addiction, appreciation, drink, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
I’m excited to head home, and smile in my car with the radio cheering me on.
The echos of everyone’s smiles as I strut out the office.
I would feel the satisfaction of making the world smile.
But really, that’s a daydream.
But really, the office is silent and frowning.
But really, I’m grimacing, alone in my cubicle.
I’m breathing heavy and tapping my feet loudly.
Shifting and creaking my chair.
Trying to stand to go get a drink of water to calm down.
But worried they will be laughing if I walk away for even a moment.
They will think I’m hiding in the bathroom and crying.
Which I do want to do…
So I’m paralyzed.
He walks over and asks how I’m doing.
I smell his coffee and it’s strong and jolts me awake.
I have my work, it’s right on the computer screen!
But I turn around and it’s just letters and words that I aimlessly tapped in.
My day is ruined.
Daydreaming…
About going home.
I’ll leave late after everyone else has left.
Then I can go home and cry.
Categories:
jolts, anxiety, depression,
Form: Free verse
You happen through the moments of your life,
Stepping from one worry to the next.
You plod along seeking your solace
From those who hurt the same as you.
You turn from them
Because they don’t really get you.
And then suddenly,
Something jolts you:
A panorama of impossibly varied vernal green
In the sudden sunny warmth;
Or a kind word from someone who does
Know just what you mean.
You know for that fleeting instant
That you’re actually okay;
That you have a noble place
Amongst the greens, the warmth,
Everyone.
Categories:
jolts, angst, beauty, spring, sun,
Form: Free verse
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