Destroyer, discrepancies.
How to sort them out?
Dismantle, then fire post-freeze.
River, run rue rout.
Destrier, to break mid-stride.
Sacrifice a pawn.
Midnight train, buy ticket, ride.
That will mow the lawn.
Priceless? Quite a prize? Surmise.
In passing? En prise.
Ring? Alchemy. Arcane? Rise.
Stifled cries? No lies.
Falconer, thy widening gyre.
Second coming? Now.
Come and see? Fine funeral pyre.
Live wire, take a bow!
Broil and char? From near to far.
Muskellunge and gar.
Peacocks pretty, poison par.
Dream, seem. Lead. Red star.
Serenity? Stable, sage.
Madness, mycophage.
Roundabout, rill. Rusty cage.
Symptoms mad, thy age.
Ark electric, how you burn.
Tones, burst sonic flame.
Mind cartoons? Ashes in urn.
Same game? Claim the name.
Armies, mechanize and wail.
Never end, our tale.
Weak resistance stale, you fail.
Blaspheme, boil and bail.
Silver, sickles. Red regrets.
Automaton, glean:
He who risks it all once bets.
Wind and wintergreen...
Our society has drifted away from the truth—
not all at once, not with a shout,
but like a shoreline loosening grain by grain
into a patient, swallowing sea.
We learned to soften the edges of what we know,
to wrap the blade of fact in velvet tongues,
to smile as we swallowed splinters,
calling it grace, calling it peace.
The more dangerous it is to speak it,
the more it hums beneath the ribs—
a live wire, a held breath,
a pulse that will not consent to quiet.
We have seen mouths close like doors in a storm,
seen eyes turn away from the naked shape of things,
as if truth were a body left out in winter,
too stark to touch, too human to claim.
And Justice—
we were told she was blind,
but I have felt her hand:
it is not blind, it is heavy,
it is cold as iron left in the dark.
Justice is a cruel hard hand
that cannot ever keep it—
truth slips through her fingers
like water through a fist,
like a name forgotten at the moment of need.
And still, somewhere,
in the quiet between heartbeats,
truth waits—
not kind, not gentle,
but alive,
and asking now to be spoken.
he never thinks fore he talks
but on rope, head high, he walks
there's nary a fear in mind
a stronger base you'll ne'er find
his voice a substantial weight
his promise looming and great
those below look up with awe
all too blind to spot a flaw
Oh hey girl, I have to inquire
Do you like to sit on live wire?
You’re making me choke
From all of that smoke
‘Cause damn girl, that booty’s on fire!
A boss can The Vigorous retire
While the latter is still a live wire,
His arms still sinewy, his feet sound tires:
The one who vibrant kids sires...
A boss can send home his firm's tears' dryer:
Saver of company's cars from mire,
It doesn't have to die down: 'the fire'
Nor does it need to corrode 'the wire'.
Then, your arguments could hearers tire
And, dragged too long, make you little liar;
Ones clearly seeking a confused buyer,
Wherefore you could not but go that higher...
Bosses mostly retire The Tired
And when they do they have them just fired!
I’m a live wire
listen to my $ talk
Blood Brain Orgasms.
Don't trust much on your skill
It may breath dreadful chill
Take care of your grace
To avoid been efface
Keep your balance to the drill
Electric is my friend
To you let me pretend
It has never shocked me
Cos I do get my breathes flee
Still I do contend
A mistake so dangerous to life
Is peeling live wire with knife
That could be for bet
What profit is it to get?
If hell becomes the afterlife.
Once on an electric pole
Seeing myself in control
Our community's electric light comes at a turn
And that's never a concern
This gives more courage to my soul
I climbed the ladder confidently
My decent hands' grabs move evidently
As I connect the neutral well tighten
UP NEPA got my mind frighten
And my soul's confidence looses accidently
If it were to be the first time
Lack of experience would have been a crime
But such have learnt from in the past
And by grace gain a vast
To learn to mime
The first one resulted to a fall
From a ladder so tall
Thankful to my boss
His laughs sensitize the chaos
And his guise pathos awaken my call
Have you met that gal? She is a live wire!
She will show you tricks other girls do not know.
Sam keeps his mouth shut; he knows her well.
But he is hoping to learn some incriminating evidence,
the next time she tattles on him to Mom and Dad.
Tears and laughter an emotional lift;
Raw honesty heart on the page
like True North poetry is a gift;
When the peace holding you goes adrift
read each verse and smell the sage,
tears and laugher an emotional lift;
Each line composed slowly or swift
you escape from reality’s cage,
like True North poetry is a gift;
A live wire clenched in your fist
finally detonating all the rage,
tears and laughter an emotional lift;
Penning a contagious paradigm shift
finding the others who slowly engage,
like True North poetry is a gift;
With each line a lantern is lit
each phrase taking center stage;
Tears and laughter an emotional lift,
like True North poetry is a gift.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE STRONG,
I KNOW;
I'M OFTEN WRONG.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE CRAZY,
I KNOW;
THE TRUTH CAN BE HAZY.
I KNOW;
I HAVE A LOT OF PASSION,
I KNOW;
I SEEK SATISFACTION.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE SMART,
I KNOW;
I CAN BE OFF-THE-CHART.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE TOUGH,
I KNOW;
I CAN CALL YOUR BLUFF.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE BOLD,
I KNOW;
I BLOW HOT THEN COLD.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE OBCESSED,
I KNOW;
I CAN BE SELF-POSSESSED.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE A FIGHTER,
I KNOW;
I CAN PULL An ALL-NIGHTER.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE LOYAL,
I KNOW;
I CAN BE HEMROIDAL.
I KNOW;
I'M A BELIEVER,
I KNOW;
I CAN BE A DECEIVER.
I KNOW;
I CAN WALK THRU FIRE,
I KNOW;
I CAN BE A LIVE-WIRE.
I KNOW;
I CAN FIGHT THE BATTLE,
I KNOW;
MY CAGE YOU CAN RATTLE.
I KNOW;
I'M FULL OF EMOTION,
I KNOW;
I CAN MAKE A COMMOTION.
I KNOW;
I CAN BE A FRIEND,
I KNOW;
THAT THIS IS THE END.
TURBO1904
Wild
in tone,
cordial words;
Like a live wire
tripped.
In a warm bath tub, you and me,
bath salts,bubbles,perfumed water,
naked together, knee to knee,
trickles time, faster and faster!
Touch of soft skin in aqua warm,
passions aflame, forest fire,
thunder, lightening, rumbles storm,
lips on lips, bare chest, live wire!
Skin to skin in timeless embrace,
fingers tips trace contours of mind,
heart wanders in unguided daze,
where love can see but death is blind!
All of oceans unmeasured depth,
expanse of the limitless sky,
Love can fill with a single breath,
may be we live or we may die!
Half lit forests with crescent moon,
howl of wind shakes denuded trees,
unseen danger lurk in sand dunes,
undeterred we love, carnal peace.
Lets live this moment, moments last,
a few more moments until dawn,
to be swept, buried in times past,
loves farewell, before I am gone!
Guns rattle on in distant night,
abandoned lanes and broken homes,
in a lost cause, no wrong, no right
I journey soon to where death roams.
“The night of passion and desire” poetry contest
5th placement
sponsor Faraz Ajmal
Written 07/09/2020
tight rope live wire
line crossing i see
a squirrel foot over
foot over feet
making his
way across
the street
but from
above
watching
his buds
thinking
running
stopping
uncertain
turning
back
but
somewhat
frozen in
the middle
if the road
confused
as if to
go for
ward
or
turn back
but caught
in a time
lapse of
if or what
to do so
do noth
ing but
hope
and soon they
devolve and
dissolve from
mammal to
bird by those
simple words
put into a
question
asking
why did
the chicken
cross the road
waking from
a dream of
falling
putting my
bare feet
to wood
floors
lightheaded
two stories
up i need to
walk down
stairs but
unlike a giant
step for man
kind i find
i'm outside
grass growing
between my toes
yet no roots
grounding
me i'm a
live wire
aspiring
to jump
trying to
touch the
moon
so i throw
myself up
in the air
flapping
my arms but
even feathers
fall off of
a bird in
flight
landing
on the
earth
and try as i
might i
can
only try
but i
can
not do
what i want
for i must do
what is not
wanted but
that which i
have to
follow for
it's the law
of
g
r
a
v
i
t
y
Was in a wheel chair but boy could she spin
Me up in the air with mischievous grin?
Front tooth missing so much better to whiz
At points of elation blew me a kiss??
Lush lips adorned with a contagious smile?
Worries suspended I flew for a while?
Her hands and my bounce a beautiful match
She clapped before each valuable catch
Were one in advent and when letting go?
Please just another titillating throw?
Final adventure before you retire
Make me stay up there I'm such a live wire??
Grandma has passed now looks on from above?
Be happy up there I'm sending you love??
05th July 2019?
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