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Tyler Cobain Mar 2015
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
Steve Page Sep 2016
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.
My maternal great grandfather, John Brown, worked the docks on the Thames.  Jack Dash did much to protect the rights of these stevedores.
- Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Dash
Marshal Gebbie Nov 2012
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
Got Guanxi Dec 2015
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.
Jodie-Elaine Mar 2019
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.
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Meiyun Aug 2017
Galvanise my mind
Your touch like a class A drug
I think I am hooked
Really pleased and surprised by the response from my last poem! For me it was an achievement :) thanks to everyone on this site
Alexander Foe Mar 2020
Initially, it is a *******,
A sense of guilt,
Which drags you along
Like you are a piece of dirt.

You readily absorb and galvanise
Yourself with every single piece
Of filth that you are led along.

The next feeling
Is a sense of shameless pride.

You attain what you had been
Angry and afraid of for
Such a long, long time,
And the much needed freedom
Brightens yours state,
Albeit temporarily.

You ask yourself,
Why did you bother so,
So much
About what others had condoned
Or condemned, for right now
You feel like a champion,
A victorious gladiator.

There wasn't any need
For lengthy, elaborate
Expressions of the Raphaelites.
You just needed to do it,
Get over it,
And be done with it.

Then the post-season arrives.
It ironically, is not
A revived sense of guilt
That you expected, but rather,
It developed a different feeling.

You felt disrespected.

You feel debased et reduced,
Like an animal,
With animalistic instincts.

But you are.

And that angers you,
And damages you
In a weird way.
You resort to the moves
And actions of
The intellectuals you know,
For they would never
Have been thought of
As animals.

Do they?

For me, I write.
I write to write away
(Or away from reality?)
The animal inside
That succumbs to
Animalistical desire.
Annoying, infuriating,
But the writing has to be done.

Somehow I feel better now
Once again its protest time
As the crowds organise
Different ideologies one cause
And the movement galvanise

Some woken from slumber
Some just woke to times
Of these heinous repeat crimes
While to most its irrelevant buzz
Until its their time
For the fire blazes on indiscriminate lines

As the candles lit up—placards rise
"Justice for victim", echoes
In phrases and catchy lines
Can they really make impact
Would be a test of time

For what's constant-
Justice delayed and justice denied


© 2024 Ashutosh Joshi
BSween Nov 2020
...
Rain beats against the window
steering in the morning.
The cat,
Shadowed by the dark
and baring tiger teeth,
goads me to resist the day.
But I oppose that ever quick dawn and,
like some nighttime beastie,
Hiss back at the hairy horseshoe
For I prefer to dwell in dullness.
The feline retreats.
Now must I galvanise my senses to rouse.
else would I wallow in a soup of sadness
But looking out at the rain
I choose the soup.

— The End —