Short Octane Poems

There was a diva from Vancouver

Her car was a Octane blue Lancer

Modelling was her passion

Day came, to show fashion

She lay in bed due to a hangover!...

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Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”...

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Used to be this high octane poet
Running outta gas, my poems sure show it
Need a fillup
Injection up my butt
Of phrases like “grease monkey in the pit”...

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Hungered fuel I'm in trust
When sensed thralls me
It's, it's driven urge to I
Rocket fuelling me

It's high or low approach
Exciting this in me
I'm in catapult to never
Dying in moderns tree




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Taking the world by storm 
And having a passion for success 
Always possessing high octane energy 
Building a foundation of excellence 
A step in the right direction 
With a positive attitude 
Brings about an affable environment 
With lots of gratitude...

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Tiny Argonaut
Nurturing her eggs
In the paper thin
Shell
Formed by womb-fluids…

You carry your children
Bear the father of them
To worlds unknown to my kind…

Tentacled cephalopod
Ancient octane ancestor
You remain a mystery to me…

I am so glad
You grace my sea....

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My heart works eight times three; in search of passions' prosperity
Hidden in darkness, I crave the simplest of the lights' normality
My mind won't stray; embracing the loudest of rhymes melody
Words ignite and loves' high octane results' burn down all reality
Come enjoy the warmth you can feel; next to this fire with me...

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Rhyme…
 the alcohol in your cocktail
 the octane in your gas
 the connection in the words you speak
 fraternal sounds that last

Rhythm…
  the tempo of your heartbeat
  the joy that slows you down
  the shuffle in the words you speak
  that dance among the crowd

Song…
  the phrase that carries upward
  the music so inspired
  the love it brings that heaven sings
    —as Angels join your choir

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)...

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Electrical power 
surges
through my body,
sending high voltage waves
to my brain,
shocking me
to my core.
The beats 
are pulse pounding.
Raw energy 
flows 
through
my veins.
Flashes of rhythm
like a neon sign,
glowing
out from the darkness.
Lightning strikes
of pure power,
raging into fire.
Flames amplified by octane.
Burning away my soul,
until the smoke rises.
And I am lost in it.


Written by: Kelly Deschler
October, 14, 2013
For Nette Onclaud's contest - Groove It!
Heavy Metal...

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