Wires Poems - Poems about Wires

Mind like wires

Her mind was beautiful
Like wires
At the back of those old TVs
A riot of colors, ideas criss-crossing
Bouncing off one another, melting, melding
Beautiful like a rainbow.
There was no straight connection
To the relay of things, she said.
And her face, her face!
Varied more constantly than weather patterns
Depending on what channel she was on
What high! But it was her mind
That

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI CONTINUES

MY PRAYERS ARE WITH ALL DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIMS AND SURVIVORS MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SITUATION STEMMED FROM MY WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS BECAUSE THE FBI WARNED ME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND HAD BE INVOLVED IN ARSON RESULTING IN 8 PERSONS DEATH I WAS LITERALLY BEATEN INTO SILENCE

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR WHO WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI

I AM A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR I'LL NEVER EVER BE HIS VICTIM AGAIN I'LL NEVER EVER MISS THE STENCH OF ANGER RAGE VIOLENT OUTBURST THE SPITTING WHEN HE YELLED SCREAMED AMAZING I SURVIVED AFTER RETURNING FROM MY JOB AFTER GIVING BIRTH AGAIN HE BEGAN RANTING RAVING THE FBI RELOCATED OUR FAMILY AFTER MY WEARING WIRES

LIFE AS AN FBI INFORMANT WEARING WIRES PREGNANT WITH AN ABUSIVE SPOUSE

AFTER WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS COMPLETING SEVERAL IT WAS CLEAR MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND WAS SEVERELY JUNK SICK HE GREW ANGRY BITTER VERY BITTER PARINOID OF BEING KILLED HE WOULD ATTACK ME THEN GO PLAY BASKETBALL WITH A FEW CORRUPT JUNK SICK OFFICERS FUNNY LOOKING BACK NOW BUT I'M

Special Agent Leroy Heimbach how I became a casualty of wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi

For my handler’s special agent Leroy Heimbach special agent Kevin Dreary special agent Paula Brand special agent Alan King how I became a causality of wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs for the justice department here in America being exposed after arson murder of 8 tailor shop Christmas Day 1984 finally victim 9 1998

Crossed Wires and Missed Chances

I thought you abandoned me;
That you left when you had the chance;
I know now what I then didn’t see;
Silent suffering is a complicated dance.

I was hurt and angry then;
I loved you more than I knew; 
but I won’t make the same mistake again;
Please tell me there is something I can do.

Even angry I missed you

Bonds Binds Crossed Wires Threads

What may suit them 
Be right up there street 
Or floats one's boat

Bearing in mind poetry is
more a form of art than an 
exact science 

This may in fact explain or
be the reason 

Why the majority of the time
i get hardly and reads and
no comments

On the poem's i liked and thought
may have recieved or deserved
some

And

A Swallow On Wires

I might have noticed a gray swallow perched high on cable wire;

An omen maybe from a quarter moon's advancing, blurred shade -

On keener view, a tiny beam through street-post reflects night's hue.



29 May 2020
A Jenish Somadas Contest/ Let the Pens Flow--Sijo

Barbed Wires

There is a squirrel in my cell 
Listen to this because 
I have things to tell.
I named the brat Hope 
Like whom one day 
I too wish to elope 
With no footprints to trace 
To feel the wind on my face.
You may wonder 
What am I doing here 
In this bloody house of hell?
Like most

Crossed Wires

I went to see a psychiatrist today
He studied me in a very strange way
He grunted once and then he said
"Let me try to understand what's in your head"
I said "There's nothing wrong with me
I'm as intelligent as can be"
Two more grunts then he exclaimed
"Let's begin. Tell me your name"
"My name is Mr. Downtoearth
I'll tell you

Electric Wires

the electric wires
    bouncing in air topped with snow
            thoughts in a balance



Heidi Sands

2/24/19

Sparrows On the Telephone Wires

Telephone poles stretched 
Far apart from one another
The wires are full
With a flock of sparrows spread
Resting from their long journey

Wires Crossed

A businessman asked how anyone might,
get into an honest business right.
My friend Ned,
stood up and said,
usually it is through the skylight.

The Demon In the Wires

Hot flashes of blue electricity
Burn and dance like sparks from a fire
As the ghost drifts slow through the wires
With a great, charging intensity
Floating through cyberspace, shadows drift
Like children lost in desolate woods
Their faces dissolved, their voices no good
Ev'ry trace of them melts in the mist
Thick and wet, this mist never dissolves 
It sits fat and

Angel Through the Wires

"Angel Through the Wires"



Are you an Angel?
Speaking 
through my words?
You stand by me always,
as I walk roughshod 
through this world.

I see your reflection 
in my eyes
Mirror Silent 
Revolution Image, 
but you are not here,
You are in my dreams, 
a cameo appearance 
every now and again,
a beautiful surprise, 
you say,

"Always speak The TRUTH, never tell lies".

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