Short Volts Poems
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There was an electrician from Nashes
Who worked in darts and dashes.
One day especially rushed
Against 240 volts he brushed.
Now Nashes is home to his ashes.
Volts of lightning
Roaring rumbling thunder
Stormy evenings
Spectrum of lights
Reflecting rainbow's end
Past the downpour
Laughter of kids
Playing, running all around
Clear skies happiness
by:
olive_eloi
8:02 pm
02/19/2014
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alluring eye's flute
pulse soars up drum bits in heart
sings sight's lovely song
gentle zephyr soothes
thousand cool volts' zap awakes
nourishing dream's smile
As he spreads his wings
The wind flutters the feathers
Against a heron-dotted sky
Of deepest dark
A strong wind to fly
As granite boulders blackly rumble
Deepest voice as raindrops tumble
Down towards
The heron’s crown
The fields ablaze
With electric haze
And an ozone stench spices
As volts and death splices
The scene into a triptych
for years
and years
i've been
running
this tread
mill
if i knew
i was in a
race just to
produce
electricity for
you
i would have
hooked the
battery to
my brain
and have
run
myself
insane
with volts
of bolts of
electro
shock
therapy
but instead
i ran and
then
one
day
hopped
off and
let you
instead
become
insane
Form:
It is really much better you see
If you don't touch this red wire at all
You will light up like a Christmas tree
And smoke like a leaf pile in the Fall
We are moving some really big volts
That will kill you as dead as a stone
We know that the world is full of dolts
Please, please, please...leave that red wire alone
10/14/2016
For contest Warning
All I ever wanted was for someone to love me.
To
Look deep into my soul
See the cracks on the floor.
Excavate my caves
Only to stand up to the waves.
Dive through the abyss
And come greet me with a kiss.
Touch me where it hurts
Feel one-thousand volts of Hertz.
Use different kinds of techniques
To patch up my leaks.
Cause all I ever wanted was you.
Form:
As if to spy upon
some rapt adjourn
more devellish
than their own ~
existing for the slug of virtue
from some forgotten dream
Their aim ~
outdated with resent
yet stealthy earned.
Their ears, like prodding volts
reversed to bring return.
Life's focus ~ now forgotten
with its yearn,
seeking noticed space
that all but clutters . . .
nothings
scorn!
I bought an electric blanket and wound up nearly dead.
I got electrocuted two months ago when I wet the bed.
As 110 volts went through my body, it really hurt as I was being fried.
For some reason it made me impotent, it would've been better if I had died.
I wrote to the electric blanket's manufacturer and it was a nasty letter.
They wrote back and said that it's not their fault that I'm a bed wetter.
(This is a fictional poem
A distant mumble, a muffled drum roll.
Seconds on, come the serious decibels.
Heavy rumbling with sharp percussions.
Squeal of the steel; wheel scraping on the rail.
Metal clatter loudens then dies to silence.
Spent fares alight and new fares climb aboard.
Ting ting. The cream and green is off again,
Above it, brief flashes of lightning blue
As straying volts are lost to salty air.
Soon far off the rumbling fading away.
I am getting strangle my the myriad
of wires surrounding me
in many colors, shapes and sizes
with all kind of plugs and prongs
I am getting zapped by all the electronic
equipment in the world
with all kinds of power surges
of different volts, amps and watts
I am getting stifled by all the
power seeking people around me
in many colors, shapes and sizes
with all kinds of power surges
I wonder which one will get me first.
I am an Electrical Engineer
But was alone and all was dark
Beneath me and above
My life was full of volts and amps
But not the spark of your love
So will you be the start of my sinusoid?
Dawn in the twilight
With you am on a flight
Your feelings I can't fight
Your beauty is stuck in my sight
My gift from the Lord almighty
Heart full of generousity
Hoovering my religion from Islamic to Chrstianity.
Love...Are you be ready to visit my sub-county.
ah piece of steel straight up mah back,that's where i want you to place it at. and maybe it will straighten me out a lil bit..make me continue to fight and write even better,straight up mah back maybe a bolt of sustainable volts yeah right there on this piece of steel up my back to give me some not die but fire power and maybe covid-19 dont' matter, asians dont' matter,homeless dont' matter,black lives dont' matter will go find somebody else to play wit..um tired of this....