Long Electric storm Poems
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The air was metallic,
it had the taste of long spilled blood,
the smell of copper pennies.
A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees
wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons,
a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights.
Heat and cold were deranged
by magnetic layers of madness,
there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows.
Fractions of atmosphere separated,
flew away.
Feral conditions ransacked the horizon.
Experts talk of systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is mauled,
hearts wounded.
No one saw it leave,
it did not move on
it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones,
it remained as zones of uncertainty
while day and night grew weary of each other.
After the electric storm
cats were found in other parts
alive
but forever haunted by daylight.
Your beauty for my ashes, like God's grace,
redeems the time which the locusts have eaten;
and feeds the heavens which angels embrace,
to help the vanquished that the world has beaten.
O, Rose! Your face is radiant in form.
Your light shines strong like the raw, yellow sun;
and your halo, like an electric storm,
lights up all though your heart's meant just for one.
But Sappho, the Tenth Muse, pales before you.
Unlike your fame, her great renown lacks force;
and more than hers, your echoes chant anew:
and to poets, you're a golden resource.
Should doubt exist, let this line put to rest:
of all Ten Muses, you are the brightest!
When the lights flicker,
And the silence can remember
That haunting storm,
who came in September.
When the dark stills the night,
And rain dims the fires,
Burning through a soul who knows
Feelings stirred by desires.
When the gentle of a smile,
Floating soft on the linemen’s face,
Sent to bless away the fears,
Stirring hearts to seek God’s grace.
When all is said and done,
And the lineman’s race is run,
We can say that love has won,
Because his kindness shines like the sun…
And, yes, oh yes, with purpose and drive,
He places a sparkle in so many eyes,
Those who know, we really will survive,
Because, in time, we know these guys…
Linemen, who bring the lights to life,
Linemen, who still the fears who abide,
Linemen, who take away the darkest strife,
Linemen, who just take it all in stride…
I’m so thankful to God above,
For the glory of such sweet love,
For these days, I’ll make the most of,
Because, these linemen, I’m so in awe of!
“LoopdeLoop”
Nothin’ better to do
so the Culprit,
that would be - You,
chases tale lights
counting numbers
walking a thin line
answering your sins with a smile
insane whims in no man’s land
walking a thin line
finger on tip of nose
between right and left side
of a recently released feeble mind
where you find it
hard leaving
the past
behind
skipping away your life
skipping with birds of a feather
skipping slowly the fast hours away
skipping the skirts of another
skipping
LoopdeLoo
I think I found the Culprit.
You.
Painting everything in Blue.
Hiding under your
recalcitrant cover
skipping
and dancing
two left feet
LoopdeLoo
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
“High Ball Stepper" / Jack White
https://youtu.be/sRbnAxrS3EM
"I am the electric storm come to defibrillate your heart".
noun. an airplane maneuver in which a plane, starting upward, makes one complete vertical loop.
noun. a ride in an amusement park that simulates this maneuver.
verb. Either a dance or sexual intercourse. Referenced a lot in the musical “Bye Bye Birdie”
verb. When you're driving and you don't know where you're going, and you miss the exit, and instead of saying u-turn, you say you have to make a loopdeloop. You say this to ease the pain of realizing you actually have to turn around. It sounds less harsh than having to take a u-turn.
I missed the exit! I just have to loopdeloop and then we'll get there!
tail.
tale.
There was once a spark in Heaven's sky
generating an electric storm painted an angel
it coloured a rainbow within the sky mystery of the east
a bridge where the eyes walked on filled with warmth
The breath of a thousand winds held silent surrender
so clear was the promise made Unto God Himself
it begged for Mercy thanking Him for such a gift
I found a love so great it worshipped with salted drops
forming the most precious pearl inside a shell
it burned like acid devoured with the pain of not knowing why you deserted the truth
Deeply engraved there stands words spun by the man
an oath once taken can never be broken welded to his nature
never really knowing the future had became mapped in a journey
it went into darkness calling your name over and over again
in the Light of forgiveness I thank you with all my heart
we all hold out for Hope in finding Paradise one day within a storm
The air was metallic,
it had the taste of long spilled blood,
the smell of copper pennies.
A red-eyed sky prowled through bare trees
wind-smears sizzled over steel pylons,
a galvanic hissing ignited unseen frights.
Heat and cold were deranged
by magnetic layers of madness,
there was a fizzle of white noise in the hedgerows.
Fractions of atmosphere separated,
flew away.
Feral conditions ransacked the horizon.
Day and night grew weary of each other.
Experts talk of systems
and patterns,
explanations always come
after the land is mauled,
hearts wounded.
No one saw it leave,
it did not move on
it moved inward to rattle flesh and bones,
it remained as zones of uncertainty
as days and nights grow weary of each other.
After the electric storm
cats were found in other parts
alive
but forever haunted by daylight.
Fury for the masses
a static hum blares
through the digital ether
fingers swipe
left then right
hearts race
pixelated chaos
unfurling black flags fly!
An electric storm
of fury?
a parade of images blinding
a pixel
a pulse
a scream?
shadows of war loom large?
A darkness-play
on the walls of our minds!
Fragments of lives
broken and whole?
Spiraling through
glassy screams
each face a mask!
Fury for the masses?
Red hats dance n chat
dead eyes wide...
A wild dance of resistance
to reclaim all our hearts
From the void...only
Fury for the masses...
a Digital Haze!
Your stunning beauty, which intensely burns,
warms all of earth's creatures and provides hope;
your glow emits from you by natural turns,
and your rays of life have fresh, boundless scope.
Your young dazzling face, radiant in form,
brilliantly shines like the raw, yellow sun;
and your halo, like an electric storm,
lights up all though your heart's meant just for one.
But Sappho, Tenth Muse, fades before your light.
Her verses dim beside your living flame;
your beauty makes her ancient words burn bright,
and poets find in you their truest name.
Let doubt be silenced by this single line:
of all the Muses, Rose, you are divine.
“God like, not so different”
She wrote,
“where do you go to my lovely?”
my response,
“I sink into the screen
like a scream queen goddess,
I am Lilith most of the time
tap dancing away and
singing off key unashamedly
loudly in life out of step, always
out of time, the ballyhoos
clap apathetically warning,
"watch out, incoming, car wreck!",
more like a shipwreck
broken-in-half, sunk in the deep,
treasures scattered on
the seabed, keys missing
loot unreachable
the flotsam of an ego
jetsam to lighten the
sinking load, arriving
amidst the shallows,
half cracked open
on the Ocean's shore,
waiting for the electric storm
to penetrate the brain, then
I become the electric storm
come to defibrillate the broken heart,
the haunting hero haunting heroes
dashed on their cerebral rocks
like Sirens alarmed all going off,
the feet both punctured,
walking over the sharp unopened
and opened broken shells,
mothers of pearls
bleeding stories,
their cornucopia unblessed
blessedly overflowing in the flow
of long nights' bittersweet darkness,
walking from room to room
talking in tongues,
strange and estranged,
adlibbing alienation
through boundless walls,
carrying a heavy cross like a ghost
in a residual haunting,
a storm in a teacup
sometimes passing,
the cake all eaten,
hungry for more
of something;
but on the 7th day I rest
and become God like
pleased with the turmoil
and calm I have jusifiably created,
there I will be seen
heavenly comotosed
resting under the duvee;
I am what I am,
then to the relief
of my monsters,
I fall,
I sleep …
I sleepwalk
commanding them all;
there is no escape.”
“you gotta larf,” she says, "how do you stop?"
the response,
“easier said than done, my friend;
the red shoes are killers to take off."
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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“Most poets are mad. It doesn't qualify us for anything.”
Anne Sexton
“Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.”
Anne Sexton
“I am not immortal. Faustus and I are the also-ran.”
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