Short Conductors Poems
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Double negative is this creature
The head has negative electrons
The legs have negative electrons
Nerves are lightning conductors
But lightning is frequent visitor
Without thunder it strikes anything
At will
To regulate sounds force,
the wrapping, poor to pour,
examination's witness,
the Encore . . . as when
Conductors take the floor, their base adlib
with vibrant blend slows score, or multiplies
with healing source's core!
Corrupt and
Convoluted thoughts
Swimming through
The dark ocean
Of my brain
Like hungry sharks
Blindly drawn
To fresh blood
Every fiber explodes
With adrenaline-charged
Energy
Hot vibrant ticking
Like electricity
On unseen currents and
Conductors;
Madness
Sharpened
To a fine point.
Glittered across glassy dome above
Slight lights sprinkled
Conductors of
Sweet sounds
A first lullaby
Hummed from the lips of a new mother
Just before a bedtime kiss
It drifts, floats
The gentlest of notes
Glide down from dust-lit sky slides
Into the ears
Of those who will hear,
Pause In awe
Then listen... listen
Wait some more
And the newborn babies softly snore
Marching Into Spring
By Franklin Price
3/1/2017
Marching into Spring
With an Equinoxal beat
The flowers keeping time
As they grow beneath your feet
The trees becoming floats
As they turn again to green
Such a parade of nature
This Spring homecoming scene
The squirrels are the conductors
The birds make up the band
Spring is blooming once again
As Nature Marches o'er the land
Buses
Dear Buses
Daily you commutes us humans from one place to another
You do not hiss
You do not cry
You are so patient
You are so enduring
Without you we humans could not have reached our destinations
Without you our journeys would have been slow and dull
You provides employment to many people
From drivers to conductors
From bus manufacturers to bus sellers
Without you we are Nothing!
We are all collectors;
storing images and sounds
as museums their acquisitions,
and conductors, their array
of scintillating voices….
Some we obtain for profit
and some to simply enjoy--
a lovely face with charming
grace--a lyrical smile
with eyes that beguile--
the roaring wind
stripping trees and
flattening fields—amazing
how many worlds a heart can
hold--or vanquish in an instant
of rage.
gathering and bruising typhoon rain
purrs the pain
jumping off the tracks blind locomotive train
wreck to maime
blooding noses quicker than white caine
ignorance pickled conductors always feign
with hands stained red from another man's ration of grain
predictable as the charted tides of Maine
mismatching words and actions lead the cause of insane
intent should be printed clear and plain
January 12, 2021
Suzette Prime Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet