Short Jolting Poems
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Geese flock around a still green pond
jolting each other out of the way
honking loudly, wide wings flap
open beaks hungry
for a crumb of bread.
As fast as light
I’ll become a cataclysm.
As fast as light
frustrated by something so trite;
Jolting cup of optimism;
Hooked by all that magnetism
as fast as light.
The first sight
of the first white hair
in my nostril,
at first jolting,
after a while, softly sobering,
happily humbling!
When I first saw her I played it cool.
Her movements jolting, her eyes Jewels,
literally.
Her eyes were both made of glass
she was clinically blind.
And I can't express,
My love for her, because I'm a mime.
Join together in packs
Journey in Africa
Jaunt as prowling wolves and
jabber like little dogs
Jaws grip prey like a vice
Jugular bites will kill
Jolting Willis movie
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March 5th, 2017
Kim Merrymen Contest
Pleiades J
Morning Dailies
As the dews of dawn
Mellows down
Misting away the sins of yesterday
Hunting off the dust of the dusk
While jolting us
away from our haunting slumber
Then comes
the whispering of the morning breeze
savoring the day
With its mystic secrets
The Live Dream
The striped carnation adorned my room lately,
Yesterday , your promise replaced them
with dark red & white carnations,
and 13 roses.
Just when I thought to smell the flowers,
Your words pierce my soul
Jolting me back to life.
Alas, it is still a dream.
Form:
The evil duchess of New York
Ate not but fancy pies of pork.
She scraped her knife, she scraped her fork;
She should have learned to use a cork,
Because a time ago in Maine,
She stuffed her face too full one night.
She gave her prince a jolting fright,
Left others writhing in delight,
To finally see her highness slain.
A monstrous vulture
Wants the more some torture:
A blistered body further rupture;
The carrion give a worse picture
That should still stick after a future…
It never shall worth a camera’s capture:
Every pulsating but nauseating culture,
The body- jolting which scavengers nurture:
Champions of the bad table manners of The Immature.
aura and presence
of her blazing spirit
soul shifting transformations
karmic consequences
plunging like a king fisher
in the wilderness
of her sacred ocean
flowing water
of power and love
her prismatic eyes
penetrating blissful
lightning bolt of ascended truth
leading me into dark abyss
jolting and stirring
long lost desires
july 12 2016
Form:
lousy lips laced
with gaunt gaze
projected per peacocky
enchanting pull pulsing
retracting reels rumbling
muffled messages mumbling
damped debacles dripping
saucy strapped in
freakishly folded feelings
cusses gulping graces
airy syllables amputating
relegating oily obloquy
parted limbs leaking
jumpy jazz jolting.
19:11:28:17:14
They have this ultimatum.
I listen, and the their words are buzzing.
Drifting and muttering.
Then jolting, that is like a pinch or slap.
Then I start grinding my teeth again and blinking hard.
With this sudden shift, I will never be weak again!
I made them walk away!
I made them walk away…
Their ultimatum?
Is not my problem.
.
Blame it all on warm beer
at the stoplight.
The inside of my skull throbs
with the drone of tired traffic.
And windshield wipers whine
with my CD's old rock metallic.
Then, jolting my line of vision,
is a strapping, suspicious cop.
His clipboard and pen, enough
to make my sour hiccup stop.
Blame it all on warm beer
at the stoplight.
.
dimwit damping desires
punctured passion pulsing
puking, sopped plenary
impregnated zeal gnashing
odd offshoot scolding
cremated cusses cobbling
hewn nosy tracery
strapped self scrunching
jumpy jazz jolting
mystic mist moaning
lusty limbs lurching
felon feigning ally;
perforated pulpy pedigree.
19:11:30:5:00
Note: To all corrupt Police Officers!
gaunt ghost jolting
lusty lurch fermenting
felon higgledy-piggledy fostering
busted hurly-burly blistering
hoisted emotions hankering
strife strove, surging
damped death drooling
after ghost galloping
scared fate sobbing
at mystic margin:
pulpy pace shrinking
death met banshee
callous war's conceived
death feigning defeat.
19:12:12:08:56
You offered me nothing new
You didn't have a trace of gold in your sandals
You merely came to my four walls
but we became confused
about the things we couldn't heal
Steve McQueen and Patricia Neal
came a jolting
All our yesterdays awoken
Paddling down the stream
did we care anymore
Changes the preordained way
Apologizing if i stayed too long
waiting outside
The mirror.
Then stoicism.
Frozen and calm.
Focused.
Then moving shakily.
Movements, and jolting.
Then I’m focused again.
Moving.
Calm but ready movements.
Knocking on the door, but I don’t react.
I can no longer move.
I can blink a little bit, still.
The mirror is blinking with me.
I am focused.
The mirror.
I am in the mirror.
Blame it on warm beer
at the stoplight.
My cerebrum throbs,
hodgepodge of noises:
windshield wiper's whirring whine,
depressing drone of tired traffic,
primeval beat of hip-hop sound;
the most jolting thing
in my line of vision:
a strapping traffic officer, his pen
and clipboard menacingly poised
to render judgment on me.
Blame it on warm beer
at the stoplight!
she arrives
parting these prison waves
the terrible jolting crash
of release
shocking noise
this lucid vision
of you
all too kind
to fault
all too warm
to freeze
all too flawed
to hope
all too real
no more 'I'
your light remains me
indecipherable
love;
this white blue lightning
sears the flesh
but purifies me
you purify me.
r'thom'10
la-de-da limbs lurching
into mystic malady
birthed by odds
seeped in song
nocturnal nymph chew
pulpy syllables puked
airy atmosphere amputating
jolting jumpy verses
willow wack willed
alchemist alto hankering
lusty lips severing
confetti crunching smithereens
felon life fostering
damped desires drooling.
20:01:07:08:36
~Note~ Only Yahuah knows what the poet had discussed.
Though it has been five and twelve years
and you are both now tucked safely deep
in the unfathomed depths of sub-conscious
At times you still invade troubled dreams
Oozing cold sweat; wrestling unseen demons
Jolting half awake and bolting upright
(No-no-no-why-where have you gone)
I find it placed conveniently at arm's length
A trembling, fumbling hand reaches out
to grab hold and blow away memory…
Night's ethereal rumble boosts the soul.
The light from her eyes twinkled on his palm.
He was reaching his breath range as a bull
Night's ethereal rumble boosts the soul.
A faint star flash beat - tinkled on her whole.
The hinge on the crimson star is his psalm.
Night's ethereal rumble boosts the soul.
The light from her eyes twinkled on his palm.
Written: February 24, 2023
I heard myself speaking in the midst of the quietest crowd,
it's like jingling car keys, swinging on the holder,
running feets on the marathon ground
Acapella harmonies, moving in the music room,
jolting piano notes from one to two,
two to three,
I heard myself speaking,
like splashing waters
slapping the gigantic whales
waves coming in and out,
but then, somebody snapped a finger;
and I, never spoke again...
Earth quakes
Rocks slip
Tremors
jolting
Tins clash
Men scream
Ground cracks
Mud caves
Sea growls
Boats sway
Waves roar
Tides crash
Birds roost
Beasts cry
Fear creeps
Knees shake
Rubble
surrounds
Fate sneers
Death waits
God helps
Quake stills
All wreck
No death
Silence
pervades
May.29.2022
~Placed eighth~
A Brian Strand Premiere Poetry Contest
A treatise on regenerating life
Old Man Winter's residual cultivated by Spring's mid-wife
Into fertile cavity seed with precision did knife
In earth's dark bosom; cauldron of strife
With jolting, painful movements rife
Helios incubated the embryonic pod
Unction sparked from Zeus's rod
Jupiter's vital streams embalmed ingrown clod
With growing pressure swelling kernel did prod
Fledgling shoots pushed through birth canal onto sod