"substation" poems - Hello Poetry

Every morning I feed the mewling cats, chug my hot instant coffee, sit at my rickety linoleum kitchen table and peer hopefully out my thin window, through the cracks in the glass beyond the rusted screen into the acres of wet trainyards and commercial blocks. There in one non-descript grey building underneath the watertower beside the Sheriff's substation a band of laughing saints craft delicate malas of lapis and manzanita windchimes while diaphonous angels all a-hover manifest vast verdant grassland prairies, great ocean waves, sunsets and spring flowers hidden in rock crannies where nobody will ever walk, and they launch grand air balloons bulging with epiphanies that may drift my way.

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Jan 27, 2013

Jan 27, 2013 at 6:33 AM UTC

michael-hoffman

NON-DESCRIPT GREY BUILDING

Every morning I feed the mewling cats, chug my hot instant coffee, sit at my rickety linoleum kitchen table and peer hopefully out my thin window, through the cracks in the glass beyond the rusted screen into the acres of wet trainyards and commercial blocks. There in one non-descript grey building underneath the watertower beside the Sheriff's substation a band of laughing saints craft delicate malas of lapis and manzanita windchimes while diaphonous angels all a-hover manifest vast verdant grassland prairies, great ocean waves, sunsets and spring flowers hidden in rock crannies where nobody will ever walk, and they launch grand air balloons bulging with epiphanies that may drift my way.

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My ears hiss and hum, they fizz and they freak Like a song with no melody week after week You hear sound and I hear distortion This ever present noise is driving me to exhaustion I may never hear quiet, or stillness again, I wonder how long till it drives me insane a chord played by a corpse, a factory, a machine, an electrical substation with a piano wedged between a never ending, mind bending permanent drone its like 16 simultaneous flatliners that wont leave me alone An orchestra of electrical tools A theme tune stuck on the e-cord Dear god, I am tired now, Please change the record Distract me, but loudly Give me a release From this burglary of sound I want back my peace But don’t take away my sound My connection to living Just ease up on the howlers That sound so unforgiving People say ahhh and they tilt their head, This just makes me want to batter them And let them hear my sound instead! J Please remember my challenges Even when I look happy and beaming The volume is right down on my world And the noise in my head is still steaming Those times when you forget you whisper, you mumble I try as I might but I can’t reach You through this rumble grumble Have courage to speak louder Direct your words to my face This is an act of love It is a kindness and a grace Try not to lose patience With me and my noisy faulty ears These are tough challenges I face These are my troubles my tears I love and I laugh still I try to forget it Your remembering, and your sensitivity Really helps me not sweat it.

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Dec 15, 2019

Dec 15, 2019 at 6:14 PM UTC

Spacecadet

Tinnitus Poem

My ears hiss and hum, they fizz and they freak Like a song with no melody week after week You hear sound and I hear distortion This ever present noise is driving me to exhaustion I may never hear quiet, or stillness again, I wonder how long till it drives me insane a chord played by a corpse, a factory, a machine, an electrical substation with a piano wedged between a never ending, mind bending permanent drone its like 16 simultaneous flatliners that wont leave me alone An orchestra of electrical tools A theme tune stuck on the e-cord Dear god, I am tired now, Please change the record Distract me, but loudly Give me a release From this burglary of sound I want back my peace But don’t take away my sound My connection to living Just ease up on the howlers That sound so unforgiving People say ahhh and they tilt their head, This just makes me want to batter them And let them hear my sound instead! J Please remember my challenges Even when I look happy and beaming The volume is right down on my world And the noise in my head is still steaming Those times when you forget you whisper, you mumble I try as I might but I can’t reach You through this rumble grumble Have courage to speak louder Direct your words to my face This is an act of love It is a kindness and a grace Try not to lose patience With me and my noisy faulty ears These are tough challenges I face These are my troubles my tears I love and I laugh still I try to forget it Your remembering, and your sensitivity Really helps me not sweat it.

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I don't update much, this is very true, for my rhymes are betraying me, leaving my mind just like those leaving a substation. My inspiration, all lost. There is Nothing that shall recover this, for I don't quite know how. All hope is lost, and so is life. I am too busy, to even update on this unforgiving website.

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Oct 27, 2014

Oct 27, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC

pachi1090

Not much of an Updater

I don't update much, this is very true, for my rhymes are betraying me, leaving my mind just like those leaving a substation. My inspiration, all lost. There is Nothing that shall recover this, for I don't quite know how. All hope is lost, and so is life. I am too busy, to even update on this unforgiving website.

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