Long Electric charge Poems

The Undertow


The two could feel the undertow
Pull at them both - then let them go
He wondered if she could know
Or sense it too and let it flow

The undertow in the fast-running tide
Ebbed and flowed at...

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Poetry is something which comes when you least expect it to. 
Much like a new friend?
Every second as it ticks away something new comes our way.
We never seek it we never find. But it’s always...

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...He walked up and kissed her head so softly,
then said, “Good news, I’m off for the next few weeks.”
She said, “Mmm…and I’m betting that you’re are
thinking of all that you will do to me.”
He smirked,...

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With a mass influx of background radiation
Strengthens the idea of a cosmic inflation 
Ten seconds of magic starting with a bang 
Leaves religious hearts with a heavy pang 
What before was that of a mysterious...

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Hatchet in the tree
Hatchet in the snow
A snowman’s hand gripped
A snowman slashed low
Low falls the timber
Low level UV light
Light reflects white
Light will then entice
Entice by photoelectric effect
Entice by photons in cadence
In cadence with yuletide
In cadence...

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Slate sea swirls
a breath of air.
Quiet illusion
not so rare.

Electric charge
hair stands straight.
My heart and pulse
palpitate.

Kayak rocks
though not a storm.
A silent ship
elliptic form.

Hovers right above
my scalp.
Terror froze
my call for help.

Paddle slips
beneath the boat.
Nothing left
to help me...

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In hot sultry heat of afternoon
	electric charge in the air does grow
every touch with tingles filled
	tension swelling growing is

soft breeze whispers through
	pressing cloth again swelling curves
moisture clinging showing all
	soft warm drops begin to fall

lush full...

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In the calm of evening's hush, a storm descends,
Electric charge in the air, a dance of shadows blend.

As I place my dinner in the microwave's gentle hum,
A flicker, a spark, and darkness comes.
The lights go...

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Dawn inspires with her captivating blend
of watercolor hues,
the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air,
the electric charge of the new.

See how she bleeds through the trees
and crests the mountains high
laying her grace, all over the...

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Slick with the drops of a wet world,
I invite this electric charge.

Hair drenched as the commoner, the wild free,
Splosh and bend and hide your glee,
City-splashed and heaven-bound.

This town, bounded by the ropes of buckets divine,
What...

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