Signals Poems | Examples

Marital moods and signals

If green, go share-- the room and bed,
Yellow, pillow separated,
If signal shows orange,
The bed is what you change,
Red, change the very room
To save your soul from doom,
As signals you must learn to dread. 

Once counselled a marriage expert 
Advising me to be alert.
But I do rather feel,
That a man should just deal
With red that might him the most hurt.
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Tongue-in-cheek |26.08.2024| Limerick, wife, marriage, mood

Afande She

She has a pretty face
She carries herself well
In uniform she is an iconic
Many so desire her moments

A detective she carries her gun well
When duty calls she flashes her smile
Its a smile i have see disarm many
She has no use for brute force
For her lovely essence nets all delinquents

I used to spy her long time ago
At the signals training school
Once we were Seim Cohorts
Remember.. Kurutu mbona hanyoi..
God knows what followed that

Her MO disarms with ease and grace
My MO disarms with an O prerogative
Saidia Utumishi.. They also need service
Our officers in uniform have to be served too
That's where PMC's we come in and succeed
For controlled outcomes and black ops OP

Signals

It is interesting how TV commercials,
are now more vacuous, more entertaining,
more unconvicting, more annoying than ever,
yet
he was often in-the-thrall of
their invasive noise
it was a background,
mid-ground,
and foreground,
unintelligible babble,
but
when he turned off the plasma visions
he realized
that they were a tonal band-aid
over his own mind-chatter;
now his self-talk had to turn up its volume
to compensate
for the dead-air space
that would rushes inward
to fill the sudden void.
He had to retreat into that place he was
before
he switched off the screen.
Most of the shows and news programs
were still pointless inane gaps
between the hard sell,
but
something like an elephants ear
spun around in his brain
picking up extra celestial signals
from this alien world
which strangely enough
comforted him.

Radio Signals a Turn

In nineteen twenty-four

Cupid sent Signals

to broad cast

"...j'adore!..."

and in return

her perfume

became the How

Who moved the Moon

"... while I might have said comb,

I included your tombs too, honey..."

we're half the way now

and the other way soon

"... Cliff-notes the spark..."

Andromeda sent to start

"... both slopes..."

in kind and in tune

"... hey Scully, it's me, Bones..."

A Sound re-pair...

in Gratitude



"... there was a longing

for a little attitude 

in their hearts..."



and so they were lifted

and gifted with parts
all fit for The Time

"... y'all put our number
right 
on the outside?..."

pretty easy secret I'd say,
to find

Mixed Signals

A terribly tired, trashed-out old truck,
lacking in luster, down on its luck,
longingly looked at a lithe little Lexus
there at the bar, fresh in from Texas.
Depressed, dejected, and driven to drink,
wipers not working, and too beat to blink,
he summoned his strength and shot her a smile;
seems ’twas the first she’d seen in a while.
Given a green light, he got it in gear,
kicked doubt to the curb and patted her rear.
Flush-faced, he flipped in reverse in a flash;
those were no lady parts under her dash.

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Alphacouplets - rhyming couplets where the first line ends in a noun and has 3 or more alliterations using the same letter prior.

A Home

A body built on nerves and signals.

So many little paper airplanes,

they fly from head to toe.

Expect when they get stuck in my hands and rattle.

Uncontrollable. 

Flex and refocus, 

 they are gentle;

 fragile.

They understand me

they want to be stronger, longer

a creative ache, I think. 

 

My knees are weak,

they beg for sleep

but they are the screws and glue holding me still.

I’m sorry for what I put you through.

My feet are frustrated,

determined,

drained.

They train and train and train and train. 

Surpassed their expectations,

healed without proper medication.

Yes they crave validation,

is that at the expense of ankle breaking discipline and dedication?

My hair

what a love hate engagement.

Every rope like curl, rips at my skull

it's gentle warmth drowns everyone out 

and I can hide inside its walls. 

It's safe.

As of now,

I've learned to listen to the aeroplanes;

I've learned to trust their sounds .

Signals and Signs

Rows of receptors positioned just so
     to capture signals from galaxies aglow
   Six decades, billions spent, not one signal yet
     not a peep of protest nor an ounce of fret... 

   Signs and wonders we all see every day
     of great changes in nature's immutable ways
   Arctic whales in France, crocodiles on beaches
     Who thinks about what this teaches

Signals

cars racing their voices


trafficking destinations


signals      breaking       rules

Individual Signals

INDIVIDUAL SIGNALS
the contemporary
  long nurtured
a sympathy
  lifelong regained
so sensual
in
an array of
  tactility

& subtler change
& more incisive
a plethora
 in mind to breathe
 when it lures
to encourage thoughts
  invoking nostalgia
to engage
 to emerge
&compel 
  trauma
 to remember
&
 conjure
 displacement
 

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Signals

The connection's gone.
Check your cell signals.
No signal.
Something is up.
What?
Abduction Set up.

Alcyoneus

Galactic spectacle, we name you
For a Greek mythic giant.
You exist in mythic realms of space
Dwarfing our Milky Way,
The largest yet known of your kind.
We behold your bygone light, 
Your radio signal artifacts now only just 
Arriving from what you were
Three billion years ago.
So humble our instruments for
Detecting you, 
so simple our data collection
about you.
Gargantuan star ellipse drifting and yawning in
Vacuous void.
A hosting galaxy, embedded in cosmic web strands,
Two hundred forty billion times
The size of the Sun,
With a massive black hole nucleus,
Four hundred million times
The size of the Sun.
We measure and record like
Ancient Babylonians,
And still, no one comprehends.

Warning Signs

sharp sound of church bells
on a cold crystal clear night
warns heaven and hell
to try harder to do right
not give up on the good fight

strong gusts of north wind 
ominous clouds now hover
no good they portend
bad time to feel hung over
makes good sense to find cover
 
cannot seem to breathe
chest seems filled up with cement
just able to wheeze
was this something to prevent
before starting to lament?

always in God's hands
strange conditions amplify
carbon footprint lands
should we continue the lie
while the planet starts to die?

New Year Expectation Signals

Novelty in feet
in bodily elegance
end of year after all...

Devotion Poem, Unspoken

DEVOTION POEM  5, “Unspoken”         ***** (for Jim Eslinger)


Young and new to each other,
There was always too much to say.
Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice
What so many friends remarked on when seeing
Those older couples staring at their water goblets 
Or their fingers and never conversing —
Not a breath spent one to the other...
Thus, we swore, we’d never ever be like that.

Until now, we are as the telepathy of time
Often does story — full with unspoken exchanges
And kindnesses, like when I want more coffee
And  Jim has signaled a waiter before I signaled him,
Or there are things regarding our surroundings:
The commotion and din; notes about raindrops;
And the phases of the moon; points of quality; 
Jabs of conflict; moments of pain; and expressions 
Of known love. Thus so, our lives joined are
Evermore outside of dictionaries and essays,
Even overtopping poems.
We speak in being:
Together.

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(c) sally Young Eslinger 8/2020
Thanks be to God

Smoke Signals

I am a nobody,
With nowhere to go,
and aimless vessel.
Taught with steam,
no release in sight.

Raw emotionally,
A once lit cigarette,
Now a bent and burnt butt.
Crushed among ashes,
Snuffed out flame.

My head spinning,
Nose dive, spiraling.
Crashing down around me.
Again, into an ash pit
To finish smoldering.

Sending smoke signals,
Whispy remnants rise,
Reminders of what was alive.
A spark, caught fire, burned hot
Breathed me in then put me out.

A dream of release,
Delivered by smoke,
Free from this perpetual pain.
Lifted up to freedom,
Smoke carries me away.

Hear me.

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