Short Strobe Poems
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Long Way
Red lights
Green lights
Head lights
Strobe lights
Long way
Long ride
Pull over
Kisses
Just right.
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The fog haunts,
The strobe taunts,
It’s time to start the show,
Pull back the mummified curtain,
Beware of bugs, birds, and black lights,
This is Halloween.
Trumpets blaring, lightning flashing
Mt. Sinai smoking, thunder crashing
Moses may have reached the highest of heights
Yet it looks like God rigged up the first strobe light
a white flashing strobe
incoming airplanes’ lighthouse
light across far ridge
rays of light in the darkness
appreciative pilot
written January 26, 2022
Are they electric curtains
Or simply strobe lights?
Shining beams upon
The bottom crimson creases.
Who knows because regardless,
Two beautiful voices
Continue to awe us.
An audience so appreciative.
one half’s an arc the other a strobe ~ light becomes your coagulant
signals and synapses firing off sparks ~ try open eyes but you can’t
all bound together forming a dream ~ welded to the somnambulant
animating silence with heart’s pure intent
in collusion with the enigmatic void
feeling each bliss strobe of soul luminescent
delusion spawned by ignorance is destroyed
revealing our eternal light unalloyed
Fortunes
Once there was a crystal globe
Disguised as a twirling strobe
Lucky for me, I could clearly see.
My future was not there, but in me.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 19, 2010
Poetic form: Chastushka
Darker seams regally gleam
Sea's turquoise waves glow
Tanned bodies in shadows bask
Neon boards surf strew
Mercurial strobe
Sky's coppertone beams hover
Moon's palling pale globe
Wonder of Dusk contest
October 3, 2012
Stephen Parker
Soaring on a cloud
gently numbed
in esoteric heights
beyond the strident boom
and strobe glare
of leviathan
rearing to lasso multitudes
into cavernous jaws
that never rest
forever famished
in a perpetual stasis
of angry craving.
A journey landing in December
Road to the Moon of wonder
Trip of four to remember
East of Eden fonder
Milestone is in the offing
Instilled dream becomes a happening
Strobe lights showing and playing
Second-scheduled mission, but first crewed...
You fake a smile to fool your friends
but you will never fool yourself.
Burn under the neon sun,
strobe flashes life before your eyes.
Poisoned with the shallow ideals,
preached to you by hungry chancers.
In your glass of deep dark red
will you find the answer?
He, the lighthouse beacon
keeping harm at bay
I, the wind tossed ship
in a violent storm near the quay
Lightning flashed, his strobe dimmed
On jagged rocks I ran aground
Flotsam floating from the wreckage
the tragic night I drowned
Touched the tremor
where a gulp
hold the tears in place
Where fetally naked under lamp lights thumb
i shiver in time
to darkness song
Breathing not by choice
Dead before the birth
sated with the thirst
Slowly stroke the strobe
doesn't she love me
cause i'm broke
The mindful eye
Feels each strobe
Sees soul disrobe
As heart does sigh
Impulse rise and fall
Embrace and release
Doing as we please
Whilst standing tall
Wary of indulgence
In a narrow band
We do understand
Ego scars innocence
21-February-2022
A silhouette beckons me,
its flashing shadows strobe memories
vividly in the mirror...
to revisit, to reenter.
To touch once more for what was,
to reach, again, for what could have been.
In the mirror I see
memories, dreams, and reflections and
the ghosts of who I used to be.
An equinox is, for everyone
all over the earthly globe,
a time when through the center of Sun
(that essential daylight strobe)
passes the equatorial plane…
This paired biannual state,
of both autumnal and vernal twain,
once again we celebrate!
~ Harley White
< March 20, 2017 >
The woman
That pirouettes and pirouettes,
Pirouetting as she sweats
And pirouette amongst the reveries
Of men, ---
Underneath the strobe lights
Their libidos
Are great black swans
Against the bloodied vanilla sky.
In the moment
They bark crimson pyre.
The woman, ---
Pirouetting as she sweats,
Young men.
I fell like a shooting star
When I saw you from afar
Dancing with your friends
Grappling this love that transcends
You approached me
Wanting me to dance
I felt the urge to flee
But overcame my hesitance
We danced the night away
Lost in the strobe lights
You stole my heart away
Like a thief in the night.
STORM OF PRAYERS
Air reeks of dragon’s esteem ‘longside cyclonic wings of courage.
Strobe light-shadow rivals ~ swords thunder, silver flashing, flooding clouds.
Regret of demons ~ cherub tear drops plummet to earth, heart-shaped.
7/16/2017
Broken Wing’s Contest
Form Used: Sijo
rhythm
writhing along ~
arms coiling, finger snaps,
free wheeling waist undulating.
strobe light creates a scene otherworldly,
bathed in the shadow of romance.
our eyes and hips touching,
and lips humming...
rhythm
8/28/2018
Oh, what the hell just toss one in Contest (John Lawless)
10th place
Bliss triangulation
Space between eyebrows,
chakra where bliss grows
of it’s own accord,
bowing to The Lord.
Heart’s the love centre,
where bliss beats canter
as soundless thunder,
beheld in wonder.
Fontanel’s bliss strobe,
sees ego disrobe,
as we so dissolve,
that soul may evolve.
02-August-2022
Poem about Sudbury, Ontario, Canada
There's a sky that's high
where the chimney's higher.
Where the smoke blooms grey
and the winds are drier.
There's a chimney round
with it's white strobe lights,
calling out to planes
through the days and nights.
With a rim in white
and a stack of grey
In the North we say...
It's our home to stay!
EMOTIONAL BRUSH STROKES
a backlit painting
darkens in the mind’s mirror,
falling from her throne
the woman’s figure
in geometric color,
neon flash of strobe
will all the king’s men
mend the shattered glass
restrict her movement?
petty and pretty
prideful and coquettish blitz
— conflicted artist?
4/22/2018
I feel
I am widdiful
A bloom of colossal
Making my way to the rooftop
Beneath, stars hung from gossamer
The windows, I pass in flashing strobe
In the stripes of a crook, I face the moon
Treading the prism of the crashing rain
The city darkens beneath my heal
My back, to the rising
Bloom of colossal,
I am widdiful
I feel