Long Light bulb Poems
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When things don't work, I panic
I call the plumber or the mechanic
the electrician, or appliance repairman
without them I would despair, Man.
I can't fix my bike when it blows a tire
To be competent is a dream to which I aspire
But I was born all thumbs, and though I read tomes
When it comes to troubleshooting, I'm no Sherlock Holmes.
So I respect the people who make things work
But I wonder if in our government such people lurk.
Could politicians change a light bulb, fix a car?
splice a broken wire, get my bike to go far?
Could I trust my mayor as a babysitter
Or for that matter, a sweater knitter?
Can a college student clean a dorm?
Are mindless slogans the new norm?
When the power goes out, and it gets cold
Will we find a bill of goods that we've been sold?
Do we use the same criteria to trust an orator
That we do when hiring someone to wallpaper a corridor?
My Dad was told I'd make a good soldier, because I looked strong
My Dad winced and said "Sir, you got that wrong"
Maybe I could be a writer, or maybe wash the floor
Can someone shoe me how to mop? for help I must implore.
Empty voice
Inspire me to write a poem that you would enjoy;
Tell me what you want to read about and tell me a story.
Ask me a question, decline to use profanity;
Be you man, woman, girl or boy.
Anybody,
Anywhere;
A thought, a wish, an image or a memory.
What is your motif? I desire to know of your desire.
Tell me something you think so I can create a line,
As I listen to them, as they play the lyre.
Let me become a better writer; be the fuel to my fire.
Ignite my passion for being passionate;
I am so scared of fading away, to once more become a cursing liar.
I don’t want to become an empty voice without enlightenment;
I don’t want to disappear from the pages you read.
I don’t want to be forgotten,
As someone who used to bring you enjoyment;
But my soul is dying, my spirit fading and my subconscious is in need.
I need your advice, be it criticism or nice;
I need to know how I can improve upon the words that I write.
I need to entice you back into my life,
Because without you to guide me, I will become a shadow in the night,
Who writes without originality…
Try as I might, to write something you will like.
Save me from obscurity;
Help my chaotic mind find a place of serenity.
Rate me good or bad or offer me a thought;
I will take all your words to heart and view them with awe.
If I can write no more, then so be it, let that be that;
But if there is a way to improve upon those silly things that I do,
Then give me a piece of your mind so that I have a chance.
I strive to improve as I reach out for wisdom;
I am waiting on a light bulb moment and I am feeling so numb.
Give me advice, be it fire or ice;
Just give me something to think about…
So that I can once again, try to write.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Defuser
I am a truth-teller; I truly don’t know what you are.
I came here in search of peace and you are only seeking war.
We are very different; you and I are so far apart.
You are leading a different life to me;
You are failing to write under a dying light bulb, whilst I am a star.
You have to shout at me because your words are empty;
I whisper a reply that deafens your voice.
Why are you so angry that you are so far beneath me?
You know you are losing and it is not my fault. You made that choice.
Fame and fortune by any means necessary;
If that is your only wish, then do as you will.
I will continue to be right and live free and properly,
As you trap yourself under your counterfeit popularity.
You can keep it;
I have no desire to be left with you at the bottom of that hill.
You are reaching for the stars, but your reputation is not big enough.
Just another name to forget; an optimist without a prayer.
I will become simply amazing without the shrill touch,
Whilst you will remain the same…
A long forgotten nobody, going nowhere.
Friends of the foolish speak no truth;
Take it to heart you arrogant loser.
In the end we will be left asking, who are you?
I will not be asked that question,
Because I will be known as the end of your time in the spotlight;
The moment you fall you will realise,
That I am your defuser.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I was lost, despondent, not figuring out my life in any way
When a flashing light bulb that was dying became my mentor.
She hissed at me, but I did not hear.
I saw her blink, but did not linger.
Hey you! She finally yelled.
Desperate to straighten me out.
"I am dying," she told me. "This is your last chance."
This got my attention.
She told me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
She had less than three hours,
So it felt selfish to keep the despondency up.
I released it, and it happily flew into the garden to try and annoy the tulips. Good luck, I thought, they are always upbeat.
"What do you WANT to do with your life?" the flickering
dying lightbulb asked.
"I wanted to be a teacher," I said," But I do not have the school."
"Go get it," she ordered. " You are not dead yet."
So I went back to school, in honor of a dying light bulb
who flickered one last time before I could get her name.
He stood still against the rails
of an unfrequented country passage
overlooking a deep valley,
now engulfed in inky darkness.
It was his little world,
a world he did not relish,
a chaos he was trapped in.
The wind wailed though he heard it not
nor felt the cold it blew into his face,
nor smelled the lavish lavender from the vale below.
In his quintessence of non-feeling,
his body trembled like an aspen leaf,
yet like a bleak icicle, he moved not.
His vacant mind never bothered to count
the minutes he stood there,
staring blankly at the deep vale,
never wondered how long
he had been motionless, a wasted time.
How many hours it has been.
As precious moments flew,
as sloth dulled his mind except for one fact.
She was no more; her death had been quick.
The future mattered not for him,
time flew, time was finite.
He had become as dark as a dead light bulb.
Till he looked up the hillside.
There was a cabin there.
Light poured out of the windows.
He knew a fire was roaring,
Inside a comely woman went about her chores.
He felt hungry.
Would she accept him?
And a welcome written on the mat outside
Inviting him in.
He did not hesitate.
We suffer in silence yet our hearts bleed out loud
We hope our hearts, keep our feelings sealed yet our eyes reveal what our heart tried to conceal
We Fight for Strength
We Battle for Bravery
We clutch our hearts and threaten to die for the pain that builds inside
To say we miss you would be a lie, for that in itself is an understatement
We feel emptiness creep upon our souls, as winter does an autumn tree
We are like flowers waiting to bloom, like a light bulb in a dark room
We stand still in different places waiting.....
We wait for your sweet kisses to clear away fallen tears
To hear you call to tattle on your little sister for beating you up.
Or just to say "I Love you Mom, and I miss you."
To hear you say "Hey dipstick" (a crazy nickname you gave me).
To listen to you go on and on just to say "Alex these girls be crazy."
We watch for your shadow to emerge as you walk about in our shops to chew da fat with Dad, and listen as he gives words of encouragement and wisdom
You spread your love like birds in flight
You flashed those pearls and made everything bright
To countless you touched for many called you family
But, to us you were our HEART, the missing link to our jig saw puzzle
Your presence was made, Your absence is surely missed
SLEEP WELL EL NINO
A room filled with sadness
Standing alone in a room filled with sadness
Photograph smiles in a frame on the shelf
Ashtrays are filled with a death wish still breathing
Lighting another in spite of myself
A hand full of pills and a glass of Jack Daniels
The tube shows a movie, Bogart and Bacall
Through heavy eyes, I am still thinking of you
Only the floor there to meet as I fall
When on the door comes a knock unexpected
Shattering plans that I must put on hold
Closing one eye as I look through the peep hole
A shadowy figure is there in the cold
Twisting the lock and then turning the handle
Chilled is the blast that runs into my face
There I find death with his sickle untarnished
Needless to say my sad heart starts to race
“What are you doing, you can’t be that stupid
It’s not your time for this world to depart
Just for some girl who has left you here crying
Wanting to die for a damn broken heart”
I stopped and I thought as I heard this thing speaking
Then shoved my finger inside of its chest
“I’ll do as I please you know not what you’re saying
It’s my time to go and I think it is best”
“God what a loser, oh wait, I meant Satan
Fine, suit your self, we’ve a place you can lie
Swallow those pills but I’ll take that Jack Daniels
I will get thirsty while watching you die”
I thought of us and what I would be leaving
How much it hurt you had found someone new
Then of my heart that was shattered in pieces
The sound of your voice when you shouted, “we’re through”
That you are happy with some other poet
How every scar of my life has now bled
Why would I want to give you satisfaction
Knowing you’d smile when you heard I was dead
Then like a bolt or a light bulb exploding
Came a decision as clear as a bell
I’ll stick around in this room filled with sadness
It’s got to be worse than that place he calls hell
This is one of two poems I have written for John Hamilton’s Lost Love poetry contest, but haven’t decided which I will enter. I will post the other in a little while. : )
Written: September 23, 2023
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What was I thinking, I pondered alone,
As my mind wandered my thoughts were thrown.
Lost in a whirlwind of doubt and despair,
I yearned for an answer, a purpose to share.
To slice beyond the cacophony in my head.
To find the clarity that I so desperately dread.
Absence of time-wasting and overthinking.
It was essential to disclose the truth sinking
What was I thinking, I asked myself again
As I delved into the depths of my mind, my pen
Scribbled down views that were vapidly unclear,
I needed to break free from this cycle of fear.
Elucidatory excuses and rationalizations,
Held me back from finding my true aspirations.
I knew deep inside, there was further to explore
A core persuasion that could ajar the door.
What was the core cerebration, this query evolved.
A whisper in my soul that couldn't be solved.
I searched and pondered, my mind racing blast,
Seeking answers that would bear the doubts last.
Suddenly, the light bulb went off in my head.
The primary concept drove me to fight instead.
A question of motivation came into play here.
My endless nights—what was I thinking or fear?
What were we thinking, all those sleepless nights?
It's time to uncover our true inner lights.
Not beyond wandering in doubt and plights
Lost in a maze of worries and frights.
Silent Talkies
by Odin Roark
Walking the city,
camera in hand,
he snaps here,
multiple-clicks there,
videos flowing subtleties,
images en masse filling his head.
Later…
His one room comes alive,
a window shuttered,
a door locked,
a laptop never sleeping,
a printer,
a chair,
his bed.
His single light bulb
sways gently from above,
giving movement across
collage-walls,
montaged-moving pictures,
his company surrounding him,
appreciating his neighbors,
respecting pedestrians he passed,
revering buildings he framed.
Eagerly…
With modest glass of Gallo as companion,
he toasts them all,
smiles in thanks,
sits and celebrates the special aloneness
only one who is deaf can appreciate.
He lived, expressed, and passed on what he knew.
It did not always taste good nor was it easy to chew.
Perhaps his father also had hard-to-express emotions
That remained inside him, filled with questions.
Much of his DNA is within me that will not change;
But there were other things I managed to rearrange.
"Like father like son" need not be completely true.
Some of our ways can change if only just a few.
When awareness like a light bulb electrifies your life
And reveals so much more than a little advice, may it
Capture your attention with full devotion, inspiring you
To leave a legacy and pass it on to the next generation.