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Energy found its way through the rigorous
rigamarole of trial and error of those persistent
like the Wright Brothers, the Curies, or Thomas
Edison, and others. The close failures were consistent.
At the time, based on their hypothesis
that it will benefit all living-kind existent.
Yet they were all clueless to the vigorous
negativity that their inventions will be hell-bent.
The electric chair, countless deaths by accidental
electrocution, then the military plane that dropped
the atomic bombs, first on Hiroshima's citadel
by using devices onboard for their best opt
to maximize deaths. Also, Nagasaki being critical.
The Atomic bombs were both propped
with radioactive properties that were essential.
Ergo, good and bad are clarified when mopped.
Since the beginning of human history,
entropy played a significant part
that affected borderlines, racial sophistry
another open flesh wound of the heart
as fanatism occupied and warped the symmetry
of religion and segregates, faiths impart
brained the clueless first via chemistry
until Tsar Bomba took the chart.
The atmospheric conditions are codependent
with temperature. Barometric condition affects
weather and health that are both consistent
as one trails a single value that projects
air quality being as effective and existent
ergo, temperature gauges the fall and rise as subjects
and cannot separate themselves as self-dependents
so they're not polarized, but affectionate objects.
A preposterous venture to entertain as the last phase
of the Three Laws. The First and Second Laws were
easily fathomed, yet the Third, like dots in a maze
became blank when they didn't link keeping the stir
as the only constant having left my mind in a haze
being kerfuffle and not stifled, the informed concur
casting doubts as temperature measures my mind strays
returns a better me. I deduced 'twas by an amateur.
First Law: Energy cannot be created or destroyed, only transformed or transferred (conservation of energy).
Second Law: Entropy, a measure of disorder, always increases in a closed system.
Third Law: As the temperature of a system approaches absolute zero, the entropy of the system approaches a constant minimum.
I chose "NFC", Not For Contest, due to my drawn conclusion, sadly truth became the judge.
A new year to begin with a laugh and a grin, effort put in to resolutions and
absolution for sins. Your own and your kin (though sometimes you can't win)
I burst like electrocution on January first full of solutions but without execution
it's the worst, no thirst for follow-through just submersed in feeling blue. Yet when the second comes around I feel bound to what I beckoned on the eve when I reckoned I would change for the better, whatever range that would measure, a change of sweater? Adopt an Irish setter? Be a go-getter, write more letters, arrange an exchange that's a little bit strange. On the third, be absurd, write a book and find the words, have a look at all the birds, clean the crannies and the nooks, see your granny and has she heard? That on the fourth you'll travel north to unravel mysteries of history and hope this year is truly the start of changing gears to face unruly fears of the heart, find the love that grew apart and yearn to learn if you're smart, not of the brain but the spirit that remains and take your turn to reap the gains. (tangible or imaginable)
I guess we'll just have see if 2023 will get the better of me.......
All through the night
Nothing feels right
The static sound in left ear
Enticing a certain kind of fear
Your body feels like it has a current of electricity
The Book MK Tech explained it with complexity
Never finding anything as a protector
When your body is setting off EF on a detector
The mind starts to fret and stress
Since EF from electrical outlet is less
Perpetrators have made a deal with the devil
Their computer renders voltage at a high level
The most common place you feel tingle
Is usually when the feet and brain mingle
Your mind all the sudden will feel trap
Whenever you start feeling a brain zap
The electrical current can be throughout or localized
But no matter how it is, you’re being chastised
While perpetrators like to make you insane
Your body begins to be aching in pain
Praying perpetrators eventually will reap what they sow
You’re being electrocuted worst than inmate on death row
While someone is truly giving you all kinds of electrical sensations
The medical team will erroneously diagnose you with hallucinations
You will become traumatized beyond belief
From the electrocution you will seldom find relief
Drugs start becoming daily amenities
Unable to find help from governmental agencies
Adding voices with the electrocution to the mix
Sketchy doctors will say antipsychotics can fix
The electrical pain will leave you feeling lazy
Everyone around will claim your crazy
New disabilities are purposely being created
While your left hurting and feeling isolated
No one will see your tears or hear your cry
Leaving you puzzled asking God why
The sun smiles, the moon waxes and wanes
The stars twinkle when they come out at night
Winds blow, gust, shirt, swirl, pick up and die down
Tornadoes are twisters and hurricanes have eyes
When the sun shines on us, that's good fortune
She hides her face, we take it on the chin
It rains on our parade, or we get snowed under
Hurricane-force winds can tear whole towns asunder
Earth's cracks and crevices widen, innocents consumed
Lightning can strike us -- electrocution
Tsunamis wash ashore -- total dissolution
Twisters touch ground -- destruction, destitution
Nature is oft delightful, capricious, full of fanciful whims
Yet the havoc she can wreak is devastatingly grim
Mary had a little lamp,
Its bulb would nightly glow.
It cast a white, but gentle light,
So her pimples wouldn't show.
Little Jack Horner tried to warn her,
But she told him to go away.
Left feeling glum, he drank some rum;
And passed out in the hay.
Little Bo Peep pretended to sleep,
As she cuddled up right beside him.
When he awoke, neither one spoke;
And she soon decided to ride him.
The Farmer in the Dell, knowing well,
What they both were in there doing.
Called out to his wife, to bring him a knife;
And stabbed them while they were screwing.
Jack Sprat, on the jury sat,
His wife held photos of the scene.
The Farmer did it, Judge had to admit it,
Then passed a sentence that wasn't lean.
So Mary brought her little lamp,
On the day of the execution.
She thought inside, while the Farmer fried,
Better pimples than electrocution.
Sopheceles studs chorale the Martyrdom call 'ems
ant-chant Thyme dash and Cheyenne bled-cles
and Mud Squadrorns dove colorblind
Link on-a-role spiked with trail and errs past
Prosed Persident Mar. Argo near Key Bask Lame
22kay ears like Bugs Sunny and Share sin-Gold
may-jar-of-tea of her punched shingles made
class sick of nerds of those Stolen Wars
They kicked-dirt-eyed others
The Survivors Tell-A-Cast close familiars were
Cons in tents and I-glues and tippies of homelessness
that Pros address, re-Moat of the Capitol Hill
Masqued based on perverts of those floral nature
hyper-ethical breathes a gnu presence
that will halve all life kind existent
clueless to the verve climb
The prophetic reel cavity of the Whooping Cranium
hell-bent, Como tally vu: Straght dope,
Comme-ci comme-ca: Same-o same-o,
Je parle un peu francais: Do you speak French?
Heaven-sent, Das ist richtig meinen freunde:
That is right my friends, "Danke schon dahling
danke schon": Thank you darling thank you,
Sprechen si deutsch: Do you speak German?
Affect boredom-lain, racial sophistry
as skin tones raze issues tossing shade
a constant advent for hair-raising accidents
electrocution and the radio activate channel
Kamehameha lost his underwear
and feared the recent conversion of his mythological
ancient high priest HewaHewa of the old gods
heeded Missionaries to overthrow the Heiaus/temples.
My ohana/family Heiau Waha Ula/Red Mouth is Pele's
temple where human sacrifices were done by warriors,
placing those sacrifices' heads on a large rock in the middle
of the Heiau and bashing their head with a heavy club.
Waha Ula Heiau was the last torn down fearing Pele's curse.
After his warriors destroyed Pele's Heiau, on their return
to Kamehameha's Kohala home, several hundred
of warriors died in the lava pit, immortalized in Volcano.
OMG? Can I use MayDay in the month of June?
they slipped with the lobotomy
red-hot poker in the eye
electrocution grilled her mind
bonfire of insanity
a straight jacket squeezed the last drop of lucidity
but she would not see the light of the day
leeches drank happily in search of blood
swollen and fed up they spilled their prey on her skin
her sugar addiction succumbed to insulin coma
almost ate up the last crumb of resolve
the final straw came when they exorcised her
and satanic verses stirred devilish crosses
to the tune of hymns psalms and insurrection
of flesh body soul and lost Self
she borrowed a lighter and burnt a candle
immolated demons and ghosts of the past
saw luminescence and freedom
set arson to hellish oppression
burnt down the asylum
and decided to be her own crazy warden
25th March 2021
A Meaningful Poem Contest
Sponsor Constance La France
In Florida state prison, a tale I'll unfold,
The first electrocution, a story untold.
Anguish, pain, in chambers of despair,
A prisoner's torment, his soul stripped bare.
Electric currents surged through veins like fire,
His body convulsed, his screams were ignored.
The pain, relentless, coursing through his core,
As death approached, its grip, he bore.
Through darkness he traveled, his spirit confined,
A prisoner of agony, cruel and unkind.
Till finally, death's embrace offered reprieve,
Release from the torment, forever to relieve.
In Florida's history, a chilling page was turned,
The first electrocution, a cruel lesson not yet learned.
Yet the echoes of anguish forever remain,
A reminder of his price the state still ignores.
Elemental formulations of healing for the soul
Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old
Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold
Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold
Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption
Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption
Elevations of encouragement reserved for the next humble induction
Consternations of conscience as they deliberate the latest disruption
Elated Birthrights of grace that alleviate the suffering of man
Conflated sights of misplaced rights that insight the oppressed to take a stand
Berated knights of armies that fight for the underprivileged lands
Outdated insights from the furtherest from right that cannot reach out to take their neighbours hand
Sorrow amidst the grieving leaves of the oldest oak lined tree
Tomorrow rids the meaning of the boldest manoeuvre to be free
Borrow a reference from those streaming the coldest point of view even though they cannot see
Chateaux of Buddhist Mist resists those seeming as though they understand what it means to just “be”
Retrospective Franz Kafka, Kubrick and Van Gogh are turning in their respective artistic graves
Genuflective baroque bursts out in the streets and illuminates the belligerent and brave
My perspective resists the twists in the narrative that perpetuate the misrepresentation of knowledge in this dying age
Defective subjectives invoke word detectives as contradictions alleviate words from a sage
Retreating from gender and bigotry , racism, discrimination and persecution
Completing a consulate meeting while avoiding contamination of your verbal elocution
Deleting the render of fascism, recrimination and avoiding electrocution
Competing the bender of catachlysm while intimidation forces an absolution
Give peace a chance while you look at him askance and allow a new world to now form
Live through this strange dance while the privilege prance and the poor remain utterly forlorn
Forgive the wanton violent stance of those who are existing war torn
Outlive the demise of the good in disguise as a baby cries after being born
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Toward Spring the Men Withdraw
Toward spring the men withdraw the peak of absence unbound with
roots above the mouth a few pull back some sand in a great hatred
of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof we don't even know how hot
it is but in fields in the cool others of their weakness strike them you float
at the ceiling we silence them but how can they not hear us in their harsh light take us from
Arms of our ugly ones wean us we are bad girls out of necessity we silence even
daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy of the world in which we spin accompanied
and cheerful take ribbons from our napes out of necessity we cannot undress
from insensible colors we don't even know how hot it is refuse us from fingers the hands
burning in their certain electrocution we came by car with eyes open
Each before a cat drew us your gentle principle which we
felt very badly we filled spaces away from you we unpeeled the air from eyes
our ugly ones you realize we withdraw in chaos multiple who kept you
in mind you cannot also kill us it's all different we rise orderly like some
remembered axes the donors we unbury above the ceiling toward spring
The men withdraw the peak of absence with roots above the mouth a few
pull back sand in a hatred of drought the fire climbs off them as off a roof
we don't even know how hot it is in fields in the cool others strike them you float at
ceiling we silence them in their harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones wean us
we are bad girls we silence daddy we kick we de-rhythm the anarchy we are cheerful
Take ribbons from our napes we don't undress from insensible colors how hot
it is refuse us the hands burning in the certain electrocution we came by
car eyes open each before the cat drew us the gentle principle we
felt badly we filled spaces we unpeeled the air from eyes you realize
we withdraw in chaos multiple we kept you in mind don't kill us it's different we
Rise orderly like some remembered axes the donors we unbury above
the ceiling and the men the peak of absence with roots on mouth pull back sand in
the hatred of drought the fire climbs off them we don't even know how hot it is in the cool others
strike them we float at ceiling we silence in the harsh light take us from arms of ugly ones
wean us bad girls we silence daddy we kick de-rhythm cheerful ribbons from the nape