"amperage" poems - Hello Poetry

how do you paint water, or clouds? I could read poetry for the brief, of my of remaining life, however brief, and never be satiated, of love, and streams of water, never stilled, always running in patterns that exist, but for milliseconds, admired by clouds born in, of, a moment of re-formation that is perpetuity long: unending shape shifting, like the freedom of flowing water currents, forming, reforming and unthinkable, nay, inconceivable that human eyes or their spoken words could capture their shiny white foamy essence But of love, that we can do, paint, design, recreate its endless loops of undulations, like the radiating circularity of a pebble dropped gently to its burial sight in a quiet pond. Humans know, understand and excel at clasping and grasping at the synapsing of human cells from differing bodies: the exogenous erogenous of human touch that like the clouds and the water, who could paint that, who capable of capturing said sensations that wrack and enliven the body with invisible interior chemical reactions. I cannot. Thankfully better men and women have treatised their entreaties to the powers of the universe and been rewarded with the skilled delicacy of weaving human tapestries, the milliseconds of connectivity, eclectic and electrifying of different currents and differing amperage’s forming and reforming like water moving, just like the clouds changing in response to the externalities of wind and gravity and all the forces of nature that encourage us to study and stare at these flows, hoping to entrance them into standing still for but a moment, and instead, mesmerizing us into standing motionless for hours in awe of their freedom. Love’s undulations too mesmerizing, and freezing us into place, or alternatively caucus to run endlessly arms extending, flying though not airborne, rocketing us upwards while feet never budging, but finding good wards, masterful metaphors to recreate and thus to share the fabulous mystery of this thing we know as love. 2:58AM Friday jul 22 (jewel 22) of the 23rd year of the 21st Century. O.L.P.

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Jul 21, 2023

Jul 21, 2023 at 3:05 AM UTC

onlylovepoetry

How do you paint water, or clouds? Or write of love?

how do you paint water, or clouds? I could read poetry for the brief, of my of remaining life, however brief, and never be satiated, of love, and streams of water, never stilled, always running in patterns that exist, but for milliseconds, admired by clouds born in, of, a moment of re-formation that is perpetuity long: unending shape shifting, like the freedom of flowing water currents, forming, reforming and unthinkable, nay, inconceivable that human eyes or their spoken words could capture their shiny white foamy essence But of love, that we can do, paint, design, recreate its endless loops of undulations, like the radiating circularity of a pebble dropped gently to its burial sight in a quiet pond. Humans know, understand and excel at clasping and grasping at the synapsing of human cells from differing bodies: the exogenous erogenous of human touch that like the clouds and the water, who could paint that, who capable of capturing said sensations that wrack and enliven the body with invisible interior chemical reactions. I cannot. Thankfully better men and women have treatised their entreaties to the powers of the universe and been rewarded with the skilled delicacy of weaving human tapestries, the milliseconds of connectivity, eclectic and electrifying of different currents and differing amperage’s forming and reforming like water moving, just like the clouds changing in response to the externalities of wind and gravity and all the forces of nature that encourage us to study and stare at these flows, hoping to entrance them into standing still for but a moment, and instead, mesmerizing us into standing motionless for hours in awe of their freedom. Love’s undulations too mesmerizing, and freezing us into place, or alternatively caucus to run endlessly arms extending, flying though not airborne, rocketing us upwards while feet never budging, but finding good wards, masterful metaphors to recreate and thus to share the fabulous mystery of this thing we know as love. 2:58AM Friday jul 22 (jewel 22) of the 23rd year of the 21st Century. O.L.P.

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alight a path of excited neurons saved by corporeal fuses sacrificed fried to save my head from overloads all the amperage storing up Danger High Voltage!!! flows inside from too much reality. I need your alternating current to mediate my DC. To my Tesla, like, you are , Miss Whitman. To your Edison I am but one spark of Voltaire. You sing of electric bodies ten million volts. I imitate Voltaire as he did Virgil. If someday we should unite, our sparks would alight on eternity.

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Mar 18, 2015

Mar 18, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

wordvango

electricity

alight a path of excited neurons saved by corporeal fuses sacrificed fried to save my head from overloads all the amperage storing up Danger High Voltage!!! flows inside from too much reality. I need your alternating current to mediate my DC. To my Tesla, like, you are , Miss Whitman. To your Edison I am but one spark of Voltaire. You sing of electric bodies ten million volts. I imitate Voltaire as he did Virgil. If someday we should unite, our sparks would alight on eternity.

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Amperage of connections fallen out and lost No carnival party to revive. Ashore astronomical beholders vision, A needle through the rich man's eye!!!! Camilla scents, Canopied distinguished in canistered tents....... Century carols confine the interstate mind!!! Circulation is impatient wherein clots block chloroform vine's.... Wed-lock intensifiers waiteth to be fed, Trapped, Packed, Chained to their beds.... Hath thou lost thyself yet???

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Jul 4, 2015

Jul 4, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

trivial trésor ( trivial treasure) french tongue

Amperage of connections fallen out and lost No carnival party to revive. Ashore astronomical beholders vision, A needle through the rich man's eye!!!! Camilla scents, Canopied distinguished in canistered tents....... Century carols confine the interstate mind!!! Circulation is impatient wherein clots block chloroform vine's.... Wed-lock intensifiers waiteth to be fed, Trapped, Packed, Chained to their beds.... Hath thou lost thyself yet???

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I woke up to an electric dream about you. O Sweet Lady, my head was buzzing & my ******* were throwing sparks, everything else was just humming. A million or more volts jolted through my entire body, nothing seemed wrong, only right. O Darling, you have such fine amperage & I could not fight your voltage, it's so magnetic. A strong current pulsed through my fingertips strumming & I knew I was had when my circuits overloaded..... what pulsations! O my God, I truly confess. you touch my soul & I'm kinky-bad, definitely not bumming.

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Jun 26, 2014

Jun 26, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC

jonny-angel

I Woke Up To An Electric Dream (About You)

I woke up to an electric dream about you. O Sweet Lady, my head was buzzing & my ******* were throwing sparks, everything else was just humming. A million or more volts jolted through my entire body, nothing seemed wrong, only right. O Darling, you have such fine amperage & I could not fight your voltage, it's so magnetic. A strong current pulsed through my fingertips strumming & I knew I was had when my circuits overloaded..... what pulsations! O my God, I truly confess. you touch my soul & I'm kinky-bad, definitely not bumming.

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A volt or amperage an ampule injected not grounded a spasm or epiphany a reckoning encompasses I melt voltaically into warmth and jolt concurrently metered by hair standing on ends legs arms nethers convulsing like two phased polarity not grounded! I short out, positively!

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC

wordvango

I sing of her electric body

A volt or amperage an ampule injected not grounded a spasm or epiphany a reckoning encompasses I melt voltaically into warmth and jolt concurrently metered by hair standing on ends legs arms nethers convulsing like two phased polarity not grounded! I short out, positively!

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When I slipped into sleep flattening the frostbitten blades that liquify under my body the creeping amperage of aches distract me from exposure When he said 'It ain't easy out there' he didn't envision blood curdling screams Vivid nightmares that would pop me off my cardboard mattress The ever common theme of falling hoping I would hit the gelid side street The path is singular when succumb to tunnel vision in a gritty simulation I carry light wallet, knife, and the daunting magic meter In the romantic beginning, I was Aristippus twice removed sailing on an escape route, against the grain until the end (at least)

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Jan 8, 2017

Jan 8, 2017 at 1:57 PM UTC

Gadus

Twin Brother Circa 82

When I slipped into sleep flattening the frostbitten blades that liquify under my body the creeping amperage of aches distract me from exposure When he said 'It ain't easy out there' he didn't envision blood curdling screams Vivid nightmares that would pop me off my cardboard mattress The ever common theme of falling hoping I would hit the gelid side street The path is singular when succumb to tunnel vision in a gritty simulation I carry light wallet, knife, and the daunting magic meter In the romantic beginning, I was Aristippus twice removed sailing on an escape route, against the grain until the end (at least)

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Amperage of connections falleth out and thus lost, No carnival party to revive, Ashore astronomical beholders vision!!! A needle through the bloated man's eye!!!! Camillia scents, Canopied distinguished In canistered tents!!! Century carrols confine the interstage mime!!! Circulation is thus impatient where clots block chloroform vines!!!! Wed/lock intensifiers wait to be fed, Trapped, Packed, Chained to thine own beds!!! Hath thou lost thyself yet??

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May 17, 2015

May 17, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC

brandon-nagley

trivial treasure

Amperage of connections falleth out and thus lost, No carnival party to revive, Ashore astronomical beholders vision!!! A needle through the bloated man's eye!!!! Camillia scents, Canopied distinguished In canistered tents!!! Century carrols confine the interstage mime!!! Circulation is thus impatient where clots block chloroform vines!!!! Wed/lock intensifiers wait to be fed, Trapped, Packed, Chained to thine own beds!!! Hath thou lost thyself yet??

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Ecstasy lures Me, oh so Willingly I will phase by, in and out of Common Mind, blurring by on Uncommon Ground. You might see me drifting in a daze but I am not in your World, my unfocused pleasure is my Ecstatic Treasure. My unfocused Vision allows me to see Uncommon Things. I can see the Wisping Ether rushing by, I can see the quarks pop in and out of this space and time. I will dance to movements of Sound orchestrated within me, automatically. I will speak from the higher mind, smiling, unknowing of the profound parable uttered from my kissed lips. I will spin visionary, I will body electrify, currents of energy flow in and out of my body and the air amperage jumps with Joy. I will rise up in Trance and share my spinning Energy with All like ripples in a Pond. I will stay awhile just as long as I have been allotted by the Hand of God.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC

NuurSeraph

Spin Electric

Ecstasy lures Me, oh so Willingly I will phase by, in and out of Common Mind, blurring by on Uncommon Ground. You might see me drifting in a daze but I am not in your World, my unfocused pleasure is my Ecstatic Treasure. My unfocused Vision allows me to see Uncommon Things. I can see the Wisping Ether rushing by, I can see the quarks pop in and out of this space and time. I will dance to movements of Sound orchestrated within me, automatically. I will speak from the higher mind, smiling, unknowing of the profound parable uttered from my kissed lips. I will spin visionary, I will body electrify, currents of energy flow in and out of my body and the air amperage jumps with Joy. I will rise up in Trance and share my spinning Energy with All like ripples in a Pond. I will stay awhile just as long as I have been allotted by the Hand of God.

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When I’m vibrating at your frequency, the spark that lives behind my belly button jumps between two carbon rods. The electrostatic movement attracts others with similar circuits, but there are so few wired like me. When I do meet a parallel electric force, I can’t help but remove all of my resistors, letting the amperage rise. The resulting voltage causes most to recoil in fear, but occasionally a series connection occurs. The power in that circuit explodes me into you.

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Jan 12, 2017

Jan 12, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC

victorialantz

Amperage

When I’m vibrating at your frequency, the spark that lives behind my belly button jumps between two carbon rods. The electrostatic movement attracts others with similar circuits, but there are so few wired like me. When I do meet a parallel electric force, I can’t help but remove all of my resistors, letting the amperage rise. The resulting voltage causes most to recoil in fear, but occasionally a series connection occurs. The power in that circuit explodes me into you.

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