Short Plasma Poems
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There once was a poet from London,
Whose verses often veered t’word a pun,
He suffered the asthma,
Had anemic plasma,
So paper and ink summed up his fun
this tempest
this bitter tempest
rages through my delicate
fleshy organs
through my flexible
enduring plasma machinery.
i crave for never-ending thunders.
Form:
Painted dragon
walleye graphics
Crushing traffic
Plasma flagon
Paisley flower
Common hours
11/6/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
How seducing the moon is today!
Now the moon and you fleeing
With me is a hacker hook.
My heart blows, plasma flows
To your lunatic gesture
Which goes gambling with
Me, and when the moon whom with.
Aurora said to Borealis
the fools down there
they think were playing,
why don't they know
that we're just dancing,
simply dancing with old Sol
whose plasma skirt sets us twirling
across the atmosphere?
singularity
to seething mass of plasma
cosmos comes awake
vast galaxies are formed
trillions of planets are born
existence awaits
from giant black holes
to minute quarks changing state
all is just a phase
Stars twinkling, radiating orbs of pastel coloured plasma
The moon reflecting the brilliantly glowing solar rays,
As the sun soars through constellations in a year of days,
The Zodiac impelling our souls made of the same plasma.
Mosquitoes roar with laughter,
They ridicule and scoff
When they see us lowly humans
Spray ourselves with Off.
They chuckle and they giggle
As they bite us through the shirt
"I'll have some Off for dinner
And some plasma for dessert."
It slays without drawing a drop of blood
In an instant, turns reputations to mud
Its eloquence sets the innocent free
A serpent's weapon, resides in you and me
Guardian of a treasure trove of words
Pink slashing plasma, mightier than swords
Plasma which makes flame
vanishes once heat
consumes oxygen
and sparse fuel, leaving
only cold ashes.
The refuse lies.
Warmth and brightness
live without form,
intangible.
Flame itself
never dies,
only waits,
patient;
set to
start.
12/3/12
Brittany Reynolds
...commands a trance,
pulls you into the dance,
he'll sing for the enhances-
playmore fanatics!
He's the sutures and calamity's Casper,
and endemic more than even plasma...
I have the needs,
he the commander,
I have to feed...
Do more than land her.
Mayday, Mayday Kirk!
Transport to Galileo
Needs energizing
Running on impulse
All deflector shields are down
And venting plasma
Possible core breech
Romulan battle cruiser
De-cloaked and attacked
They've taken the ship
Corbomite Maneuver may
Be the last resort...
What is there within this vagrant lady
That I can neither hear nor see,
That I fail to acquire or fathom
And still it beckons me?
Is not she but a blood stain in the moon---
A bit of water, plasma, enzymes?
And yet she plays upon her bong a truculent tune
As if Karma had not kissed her with his fangs!
Bathory, Bathory
Come take a bath with me
I hear it's a cure for asthma.
Bathory, Bathory
Please scrub my back for me
And do not pee in the plasma.
Bathory, Bathory
Take off your hat for me
Hang out with me on the piazza.
Bathory, Bathory
Lay down and nap with me
That might erase my miasma.
My heart bled
and writing
was an open wound
As words
poured out
in hemorrhaged pleadings
No suture
or hemostat
clotting their flow
The nearer
the end
the harder it pumped
In gushing
pulsations of
finality
Bleeding out
what time
— could never give back
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Powerful gusts blow trees horizantal,
Bricks blown off houses,
Paint chipped off cars,
Recklass beauty,
Swirling winds of destruction,
Grabbing the heart of observers,
More prayers sent up than those on Sunday,
Cashmere shirt: $150
Furniture set: $1,950
Plasma TV: $800
YOUR LIFE: PRICELESS
at the foot of a mountain
on the outskirts of heaven
an excavation
unearths remnants of bliss
empty coffers
in pools of plasma
failed to open or close
our hearts at this
poignant juncture
three little angels
huddle by the fire
their wings refuse
to give flight
as the piper's fife
serenades us all
Tingling toes
of the megabyte cavalry
callouses scraping
along private roads
Cascading matrices
on the plasma periphery
peasantry bleating
on official commands
Stewing a cauldron
a festering foment
watering nations
from acid-soaked cans
BE SAFE!
say the oracles
so buying a check
but electing the cavalry
leaves the infantry wet
Solitaire is a lonely game
Playing without a name
Inside the soul is blackened
Ruined and forever darkened
Ageless thoughts of the undead
Lying twisted in an aching head
Plasma nourished, needing to drink
As deeper into nightmare, to sink
Travelling forever, in darkest dormain
Hell as a dweller of night to always remain
The rotations caught up with me.
Just dancing like cutting into a universe like pineapple.
Doodling hopelessly because a strand of data ended my consciousness.
They were like dandelions because they have a grip on reality with horse hooves.
The generated plasma ended up in a dream.
Just like blood vessels I can see from here!
Primordial Soup
Living Plasma
Virtual Existence
Endoskeleton
Exoskeleton
Central Nervous System
Coiling Serpent
Control Within'...........
Doctors working on a polio vaccine
Gave a mixture of plasma to the chimps,
The chimps mixed plasma was given to the Congo and its Africans
The Congo gave it to the men
The tourist snuck passed security and gave it to the man.
The man gave it to his women
The relationship ends and the woman screws the city
And the epidemic spreads into incurable pity.
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
like a spoiled, petulant child
I'll wail whenever I want!
'cause I ain't got the stuff
so many others seem to flaunt
no Mercedes, plasma screens
big bank accounts, and more
no $2000 suits, alligator shoes,
that's one thing I never wore
so I suppose I'd be better off
if my vision was not so good
then I'd never really notice
the rich ones in my "hood"
Between the between’s,
Where the vastness of Universes,
Comprise the backbone of cosmic structure.
Where comets create neural synapses;
And plasma pulses nourish black holes;
Where solar flares erupt,
Spewing spasms of information,
Into the abyss of space.
In this sublime endless, mindful, state;
Where neither up nor down,
Now, nor then, exist,
Where is God’s side?