Volatility Poems | Examples

Blake's Fire

Fire, fire, burning bright, 
weaving shadows from the night, 
how did mortal man learn to 
unlock the secrets within you? 

From what darker, distant past 
did we emerge, free at last, 
once we'd learned to tame then free 
thy flaming volatility? 

For the magic of your light
gave us ways to fend off night, 
steal back daylight, and explore 
lands unseen by man before. 

Fire, with your powers near, 
we outshone our darkest fears
so that, in caves, we could start 
making works of timeless art.

What hand or eye or mind was first
moved to quench deeper, inner thirsts;
to–with pigment, coal, or chalk–
imbue their Self upon the rock?

So, with these powers over dark,
one last thought was left to spark,
as we, through art, learned to see
our true immortality.

Happenings a Freed Verse

HAPPENINGS

a time
of  turbulencee
great moments
sparkle
 reflect
&display
highlighted
in the
idealised images
of depicted
 realities

 underpinning
a layer
 of history
in
the
 spectacular
&apocalyptic
 emerging
as the
thrilling
 allowed art
 to explore
in more spontaneous
ways
 to capture
the volatility
of a
fleeting  moment
 by
inspiring
& responding
to  the
immediate
sensation

Stock On You

Gems and precious metals are talking about volatility...
  
  Many of the Metals said that they differ only in weight while the Gems claimed that they differ only in their cuts.

  Craftsmanship is one criterion in selling one's worth, beauty and prowess of any precious  gem or metal other than cut, clarity, weight, color and carat.

   A gem asked, "Is volatility only applied on big-time players -- buyers and sellers?"

  One precious metal reacted, "No.  Everybody here is big time.  And we are all here."

  Another gem asked, "How do you do the buying and selling here?"

  Another precious metal reacted and said, "We raise one open hand and push it forward to sell or a reversed open palm pulling it towards you to buy."

  That's how trading in stock market started.

The Only Star For Me

There is but one star,

of which
all creation is an
evolving flicker

A radiance
without and within – 

a gleam of our present
humanity~ while a beam
from where we have all
been,

an ember seeking
its greater body
and place to light

we are the many of 
the the present day
plus the volatility
yet hidden
within that ever
birthing night

Christ our brilliant
Twin, a place reserved for
us in the vastness of endless
sky, to emulate and share

one star

one beckoning 

immortal flair


(entry for Mystic Rose's contest, "The One And Only Star For Me"

Stronger Than We Think

We are stronger than we think
Ups and downs of everyday will never go away 
What didn’t kill us yesterday 
Won’t send us to our grave tomorrow or today

Resiliency develops over time 
We are stronger than we think 
Even when days seems like a grind 
Building strength as pushed to the brink 

Resolution a requisite
To wrangle volatility 
We are stronger than we think 
Formidably overcoming fragility

Standing firm as we find our footing 
Throw anything at us including the kitchen sink
But we know we will be able to handle it  
Because we are stronger than we think

Fractured Storm

Fractured Storm

Ghostly gloom born in brooding stillness
Cut to smithereens with shards of energy
Whirlwinds in feral fragments shrillness
Warn of wild catastrophe.

Blinding firebolts erupt to split serenity 
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts released
Platinum tempests burst electricity 
Splintered lights race on volatility increased.

Sonic thunder bumpers, let go pent up booms 
Rip wide the transitory abyss
Slams closed jagged air as thunder looms
Solitude in ragged sound dismissed

Smashed bits of broken midnight crumble
Air’s torn edges reverberate in harrowing echoes
Drumfire’s waves of serrated sound rumble
Flashing thunderheads shriek in falsettos.  

Night watch sees siroccos spiral spin
As raindrops on the dry earth sizzle
Downpours splash in roaring torrents din
Gales at rest – storm remnants sing thin whistles.

12-29-21
Contest: Weather
Sponsor: Angela Tune

N/A - 1-5-22
Contest: Your Second Chance 1st
Sponsor: Sotto Poet 

Firebolts can be found in the Merriam- Webster Dictionary

Era of Mental Survive

The changing nature, Volatility.
No one knows what'll happen, Uncertainty.
The cofusion of things, Complexity,
and easy to mislead, Ambiguity.

They affect greatly people and society.
Yesterday's success will not assist us,
to ensure tomorrow's success more plus.
The solution should be diversity.

Let's make your environment elastic.
It can grow your mental capacity.
And it's no need to fear other's thinking.

Let's grow your spiritual world fantastic.
It can refresh your pure vitality.
And it's your time to fix human linking.

Fractured Light Fragments

Fractured Light Fragments

                        Ghostly gloom, born of foreboding stillness,
            Cut to smithereens - shattered shards of energy escape
From the whirlwinds in feral fragments with serrated cutting edges -
Wary night watch warned of sirocco’s spinning untamed spiral catastrophe - 

                        Blinding firebolts erupt splitting open serenity 
Nightfall dodges crackling outbursts of released electric voltage flying wild 
Splintered slivers of eye piercing shards - ragged air’s racing volatility 

      Sorcerer of sonic thunder bumpers, releases all pent up booms 
            Rips wide the momentary abyss of suspended oblivion
                        Slamming closed jagged air’s fractured ozone.

Smashed bits of broken midnight solitude crumble in the drumfire
Rumble in rushing waves of tattered sound through towering thunderheads,
      Torn edges of reverberation echo again -
                        Flashing shadows stalk tranquility with their slashing thunder.  

7-21-21
Contest: Fragmented Spaces
Sponsor: Constance La France

Interrogatory

imagine the sun
without light and spreading ashes

imagine the moon
with the light of the fire
and escalating furnace warming 

imagine the ocean
without water and shedding the snowflakes

imagine the world
without anything and anyone

imagine the sky
without color and showing rainbow

imagine the space
without emptiness

imagine the galaxy
without centripetal-gravitational power
or with the alien mightiest more than human

imagine the self
without any blood, flesh, intestine, entrails
as the mightiest unseen wind

imagine death as life
and life as death
or life and death are a dream of human thinking

imagine if ancient someone named
the fire as water,
the water as soil,
the soil as wind,
the wind as space
the space as time
the time as endless human thinking
what would be then

nothing, nothingness would be the result
but like present the volatility of mind would kill
the straight forward common sense

I cannot tell you to follow all blindly
but do not imagine all as the criterion of truth


05.03.2020 Chattogram

Early Morning Thoughts

Early Morning Thoughts
Written: by Miracle Man
2/5/2019

My mind is a cauldron littered with thoughts,
Each lusting to escape to paper.
Winds of change, find my days dancing in volatility.
I'm found probing my mind for patience,
As my days whisper wearily by,
Anxiety/stress has it's foot on my neck.

Because I'm a piece of God's greatest work,
My time spent in prayer is ever wasted.
HE occasionally reminds me,
That the past grants no mulligans,
Over the future, only HE has control,
Which leaves the present for me to deal with.

The Fury Below

Awestruck by the beauty of this scenic landscape that God has laid out before me, I am at peace in my thoughts unaware of the raging volatility that lies just below the surface. Like the God who created this beauty, who speaks of love, forgiveness and tranquility, has the mighty fury to create the universe just below the surface. The majesty of this lake and of God, are one in the same, to be admired and respected.

Sleeping Volcano Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
12/28/18

Trump Change

Social Graces;
  How can you do a bilateral deal with Russia,
if we let them into the G6,
times up for con trails like you,
someone has to go,
and you are already atmosphere,
we have to make room for fresh air,
besides there's a dead streak forming in you,
in the way you chill the public air,
with truth syrome  and pirate jimmies,
the hollow moon is luminati.  

Social Values;
 The Canadian Dollar seems strong,
times up for a three percent weakling like you,
you're even losing ground to Big Foot,
there isn't even enough volatility for shorts to milk the system,
the fed is getting up close and personal,
"value" stocks won't float in two percent plus growth,
and little money will be spent on low "value" items like coal,
military spending brought down the Soviets,
and it will bring down a three percent communist like you.

The Emptiness In the Life I Lead

The emptiness I feel
In the life I lead
Can’t fill and steal pains that deal
Blows I seldom need

In the air I breathe
In the lungs I possess and the stress
That assails the disbelief I loathe
In the witness I assess

In circumstances whose distances and stances I witness
To circumvent events that prevent the downfall I suspect
Exploits the weakness
In the sorrows that inhabit the prospect

In mistakes for high stakes in the past I made
To sneak justification
Into the stolen grade
I accumulated from the infraction in the mission

I set without prior consideration of the gravity whose motility and propinquity
I didn’t grasp
In the liquidity I invested in the volatility
Whose clasp on the last ditch gasp

Spurs breathlessness in recklessness I kill
As considerations of dark thoughts roams free
To ask me heartbreaks to heal
For reasons I can’t see

But parallax in circumstances I experience
In situations insanities dictate
In the lance dance whose influence and confluence
I hate to regret and serrate

In the hollowness I dislike
As my mind grows cold
While spikes sorrows hike
Stakes, threatening my happiness to withhold.

Cupid Clinkers and Blinkers

Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find

Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough

Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame

With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears

Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter

Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main

Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice

Love snaps on suitors 
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad

Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten

Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.

Happy New Year

My hands are bound
chasing rolling hand grenades 
down an alley called fortune.
Hoping for shrapnel to teethe 
while I heave up stomach acid
and try to catch my breath.
But I’m drowning- 
gurgling The American Dream.
Tired. Slowing down. 
Listening to the far-off bangs
that will never reach me. 
They’re all celebrating-
I’m skinning my knees on
the porous surface of clarity. 
Watching my volatility sink into a daydream in the making. 
Grinding my teeth together
trying to make sparks.
-James Kelley 2018

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