"alva" poems
Thomas Alva Edison,
A most unusual boy,
Never really bothered much
With any childish toy.
His teacher thought he couldn't learn
And sent him home from school,
But tommy's mother knew for sure
He wasn't any fool.
He worked as a news boy on train,
He learnt to telegraph
In a way he concentrated
Made some people laugh.
Thomas alva Edison
had inventions by the score.
In his laboratory
he kept inventing more.
the phonograph,electric light
(with fuses sockets too),
a super storage battery,
and movies ,were a few.
If not for Mr.Edison
How dull our lives would be!
We might not have the radio,
The X-ray,or TV
-almighty emperor (premanand)
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Steam rises from the blocks of industry
beyond the immediate trees;
a thin white veil
cloaking the city like a bedsheet.
And you waking, displacing
your head about apathetically
trying to light a smoke
with sunlight -
this linear love on a tangent,
golden, some ornament.
Everything up then falling
each morning, with light
tethered to the ceiling
while you lay still
dazed from dreaming,
the day breaks unassuming.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
alva, my sleepy girl
you're not pretty
i wish you were.
you're going to die
i wish you didn't have to die but i wrote it.
you'll lose your baby
he'll get beaten but he was a real girl and he felt a real love
a real love, flowers growing, lip gloss dripping
a real love is what i need, a real love is what i need,
a boy like fay who can listen to me sing
boy who is sleepy
likes to bite my lip
id do anything if he asked
but anyway, you're going to die and i thought
to let you know heaven is white, but you see everything, because you see with your heart too
you can see the poppies
you can see fay
im on a kick again, just ignore me, baby
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC