Short Fizzles Poems
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Unless I write the piece in reverse,
it fizzles and dies by line four.
There is something intriguing,
viciously perplexing,
and tricky about
those Nonets that
cause me to
end up
stuck.
My heart fizzles; like hot kettle,
glows red and burns hands
trying to nestle.
Love is hard when life is heated,
So stay clear,
that your mind won't get fogged
with this heated steam.
a million minds meandering
wondering whether wise
can continue in chaos
till onus openly overhauled
then doubt duly dissipates
fear fizzles finally
eventually everything eases
finding beautiful baseline balance.
Robot rambling in foreign tongue
With bleeps and blips a hum and buzz
Intoxicated from coffee it shouldn’t have had
Sparks and fizzles, jerks to the ground.
A man exclaims and questions, “who gave that robot coffee!?”
THE AWAKENING
DEATH...darkness with lids open wide, sparkle fizzles
ETHEREAL...the wispy sight of clouds, the soul’s eye sees rainbow-light
LIFE...in surround-sound color, plucking each harp-string, endless array
9/29/2017
Rockets flare in brilliant aerial display
Lighting the night as though were day
Roman candles fired at the moon
A celebration ended too soon
Like fireworks that light up the eyes
excitement and love fizzles and dies
There's danger in holding a short fuse
Fingers and heart you may lose
I walk barefoot on the beach
Where the water greets the land.
Waves with their wet fingers reach,
Then retreat from where I stand.
White foam fizzles on the sand.
I pick up some rocks and shells,
Watch the shorebirds dive and fly
As the ocean ebbs and swells,
Plovers skitter, seagulls cry,
Soundless pelicans glide by.
8/3/2017
Another dark day, and it drizzles
The most monotonius tune
All I have endured now fizzles
As soon as I’m leaving the room
Damp air makes a joke of my plan
Slushy pavement tell stories untold
In favour of wintery man
Who sneers from inside of my soul
Spring speaks sotto voce in dark day
Though I’m not excited with breeze
With mud and the damp, I will play
Spring’s little game that I seize.
Fairytales and Razorblades
Sitting here alone in my book
Waiting for the words to give back what they took
All of them just lying across the page
So nonchalant yet full of rage
Time is broken and when the pencil snaps
This becomes the beginning of the end
And then
The story is over and it all fizzles and fades
Never to be remembered
And filed between Fairytales and Razorblades
Yep - another one for the Books!
Much ado here
With poise that skips
Our purpose here
Too much acid
Now fizzles buzz
Lost cause sinks
Why worry now?
Stay on the way
Of mindful hope
When joy goes
Sense empty shell
Frame hollow mood
Anxious no more
Sad afterglow
In times of loss
Sadness seeds stern
As concerns turn
To odd illusion
Words fail here
With jaded foibles
Ends do not meet
Leon Enriquez
02 September 2019
Singapore
Every day we live might be
A day that we’ll remember,
Burning brightly just before
It fizzles to an ember.
How are we to know at first
Which memories will stick?
The choices aren’t ours to make –
The brain will search and pick.
An ordinary moment
Sometimes stands out from the rest.
Only time determines if
That flash will pass the test.
In our later years, perhaps,
We’ll look back at this day,
Remembering some magic tug
That held us in its sway.
How hard it is to do a thing,
No matter what it is.
Determination sometimes fizzles,
Losing all its fizz.
To tackle a new project or
To make some kind of change
Requires the kind of energy
That might seem out of range.
How simple it appears to be
To leave things as they are,
No need to tap into
The perseverance reservoir.
Though life at such a standstill’s
Crying out to be cajoled,
The effort to improve it’s
Much too easy to withhold.
the pressure builds
the burden
too much to bear
pulsing
groaning
cracking
'show me the door!'
one needle versus reality
that beautiful zero kelvin vacancy
erupts
following
the synthetic carbonated haze
as the earth
fizzles out
these colours
these sounds
drowning it all
drowning me
'show me the door!'
one needle versus reality
but it's there
you're here
the further you run
the closer you come
this trickery devours you
one more time
r'thomas '10