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scrolling
pantomine
alienated
messaging
Another leap year and politics roll on,
and craziness has become the law of the land.
Could geodynamo* caused by polar shifting
cause brains to short-circuit, because it's all electrical don't you know?
*Earth's magnetic field is created by the movement of molten metal—primarily iron—in the outer core, which produces electricity. This mechanism is referred to as the "geodynamo" because it operates in a similar manner to a bicycle dynamo lamp.
INTIMATIONS
feeling
settled
sad
& tired
a kind
of loneliness
tell us
something intimate
pitches us
into confusion
of
an infinity
loop
a short circuit
with no way out
an insight
into the mystery
of genius
confronts
the search
for beauty
in truth
a rock
to cling to
a moment
of recognition
a moment of gazing
at myself
to create
an image
of attitudes
bathed in
ease
of
contemplation
a natural
&
fresh paradox
of inividual
personification
A giant robot, a winged aircraft
and a mechanical Red Skull
all combine as a super sleeper
designed to destroy the world
But Captain America would not
let them have their way
"Can the Sleeper be stopped?"
questions the Cap
He would land on the sleeper
and short circuit it's works
and it would crash into the ocean
saving the world one more time
I'm sitting here with short circuit
thoughts.
In a lousy dilemma, I don't know
what to do.
I had a thousand watts dreams for
this love affair.
But it all came crashing down due
to the fact that it was a microwave
type of love.
We didn't let it take time to bake or
simmer in a crockpot.
Now it's over, faster than it began.
Alexis Y.
08/9/2021
A PLAY ON WORDS – LIVE
The power failed on Thursday night.
I was left completely in the dark..
So I rang an ELECTRICIAN
To see WATT he could do
His response wasn’t very POSITIVE;
Because of the CURRENT crisis, he said
He’d decided he would go to EARTH
And stay OHM in INSULATION.
Though he still got LIGHT exercise daily
With a SHORT CIRCUIT round the park,
He said he couldn’t visit me;
The Covid rules wouldn’t allow it
He put up a strong RESISTANCE
Although I begged him to help,
He was following government GRIDLINES
And keeping his social distance.
I tried to PYLON the agony,
Pleading my old age in the MAIN,
But his answer was still in the NEGATIVE,
He said he would CONTACT me next year.
I’d have to do the job myself.
He was clearly in his ELEMENT
It wasn’t his VOLT, he insisted
He refused, so I RE-FUSED.
16th June 2021
Word Play Poems with Play on Words Raison D'etre poetry contest
Sponsor - John Lawless
The current whizzes around the wire.
If there's no resistor, there will be fire.
see, hear, smell, touch, taste
subconscious stimulation
short circuit pending
I take the words
-razor blades really-
mull them over
until my fingers drip
scarlet red blood
singularly
onto the keyboard
imminent short-circuit.
Slippery and sticky
my fingers peck
each letter
the spacebar.
Deep cuts aching
lacerations obvious
attract attention from
curious passerby
do not worry friend
I have paper towels
and if necessary
a towel.
These words ooze
from my wound
purposefully
with intention
and I repair this
damage wiping
concave keys
clean of any hint
I ever bled here.
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(A mental state of the heart)
A teeming onslaught of ice cold musings
flood the mind burst its seams
Cascading down in torrents
gushing into a heart aflame
in lava hot emotions
Thoughts heavy laced with feelings
whirlpool this ticker
with reckless abandon
mounting pressure cues in a short circuit
Checked all the wires
See its not miswired
Does seem weirdly wired
Morphed into an interface
Its quiddity to strandle the fence
heavily expectant with equity
It repels bias,in its midst tolerance reigns
Eventually the middle is where truth abounds
Her face is red
Her brain is dead
I know it’s true
I live in her head
I got sacked
now it comes back
a deep impact
the sun in her crack
She thinks I’m bonkers
I bloody well am
the clever to the plonkers
are hard to understand
The power went to her head
short circuit brain is dead
but my brain don’t forget
telling her she would regret
She just hasn’t got a clue
her brain confused and fused
her bottom is hanging loose
she played a game with me
a game she’ll bloody lose
If I have the time of day,
I would wish you coined thoughts so unwell
Alexander ringing blues, Philly cracked Bell:
Work call ain’t the play
If I have the last hour
to tap dance on your glass ceiling
Hope I'D short circuit HR feelings —
Ire harassment power
If I have the final minute,
let the Big Hand leap frog open
Slap the Prince Vex on the chin,
be free-spirit independent
If I have a/C-terminal second,
Me would nano pace outta the revolving door
Do a W. Wallace braveheart unbowed encore
This be my sabbatical beckon
*a/Cubicle-terminal
Written: 12-11-2019
Contest: If I have the Time For an Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
At times we are all in a state of bewilderment
Life can surprise us, our routine short circuits us
Can't see the forest
For the trees, we short-circuit
Don't know what I'm saying as into the unknown I'm thrust
I’ve been hit with a mack truck,
or maybe i’ve just been punched in the gut;
Being brave is a recipe for pain;
Better to slice up your thoughts,
may keep you relatively sane.
I’ve been sent to the gas chamber,
my hearts at a million beats a minute;
Why can’t it just short circuit?
I’m done with every bit of it.
Slice up my lip,
make sure you leave a scar;
Just wipe my memory clean
with that can of kerosene;
Sever the ties between my heart and my head,
tug o war is no way to treat a friend;
l swear you take that knife to my heart,
I promise to never bleed on you again.
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