"galvanise" poems
I tried to galvanise.
I've got your smile carved in my eyes
But it's all I can do
Not to forget you
'Cause I'm dying from the outside in
I'm dying from the outside in
I onced tried to forget
But found myself faced with regret
And it's all I can do
When your image sticks to me like clue
And I'm dying from the outside in
I'm dying from the outside in
I've lost my balance
It seems to be chronic
My mind is not made up about you
I'm hungry give me Gin & Tonic
It's fun to play pretend
But this has got to end
I'm trying to replace you
But I've got this mental issue
I guess we'll just stay friends
Until this unnamed feeling ends
You'll be oblivious
That I long for one more kiss
And I'm dying from the outside in
I'm dying from the outside in
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
Striking poses or putting noses out of joint, Jack Dash was never afraid to clash, to abash bosses, exposing injustice, making a splash to turn our eyes to the unjust slash to rights of men on the docks.
A boxer, a poet, a son of the ancient Borough, with heavy weight words and feather weight fists, he galvanise his brothers.
Firebrand or fire fighter he took to the fight with every fibre of his underdog frame, calling stevedores to flame to life their struggle for their rights to challenge closed doors, with a chirpy charm that was sure to disarm the hardest of hearts.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 6:57 AM UTC
Whilst spanning continents distraught
I willed all leaders to give thought…
To what will keep our world intact,
Allow the breeds to interact
Together in this sea of greed
Where every ******* sows his seed
Indiscriminately about the place
A sad lascivious twisted face,
Reflecting truly, probably,
How futile is this thought from me….
But maybe, somewhere, far out there
A man will roar with inspired flair
To galvanise the hoard to scream
Aloud for changes’ vital seam,
Aloud for universal ******
To strive before this world is dust!
Marshalg
An appeal from the most beautifully, fragile corner of the globe.
NEW ZEALAND
4 November 2012
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
We live within the confinements of the five primitive senses,
sitting on those fences of consciousness;
hiding the forbidden senses dancing among us.
Time eternal, infinite space in the mundane days of a cosmic taint.
Religion ridden, catastrophic collision,
there's an access to unseen realms that evade us on a daily basis.
Stand up and take it, third eye peripheral.
We’re all ok, we’ll alright, those that galvanise together, eliminate fear and encapsulate desire.
You don’t want to hear me talk about my conscious state.
I’ve been awake for days,
Months upon end.
You describe me insane, fearful paradigms - you’re lack of toleration in abomination to the spiritual kind.
I can’t find you in those usual hiding places.
Paragliding through those paranoid thoughts.
You cannot define me without the provisions of a higher entity.
Like this,
it doesn’t make sense. You can’t find me without a logical rational mind.
You can’t find me and I can’t even look for you.
You elect to ignore the spiritual,
mankind and human beings being human true.
We humour you.
You think you’re better and thats the start.
Material self divides the divine and leaves it behind, you spineless cowards.
In harmony in the planet as I watch it self destructive.
Those beautiful principles,
I’m disillusioned and lost in the youth of my forbidden adolescence.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC
You will feel deeply
Little girls can write like dragon ladies,
galvanise poems and spit them out metallic
slipped through pavement portal cracks
I don’t want to write like a girl anymore
there’s no air holes.
Dragon ladies told me not to
I stuck googley eyes on my conscience
diversion tactics
I hope the world doesn’t eat me
crack sun-roof open
limbs steer in different directions and going around in circles.
No canoe
I want to be an radio ooost
me in their karaoke voices
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Cha-cha-cha.
if you stop being yourself, it will set you free.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Galvanise my mind
Your touch like a class A drug
I think I am hooked
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 1:01 PM UTC