"volts" poems
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*She stands on the roof of the world, a ship in a bottle. She likes to wave at passing boats, inviting 120 volts to raise their sails.
Words unbosomed -- her attempt of blotting out the sun and those bloodletting habits.
Her eyelids say, "Only the disquieting muses have time for me." So she writes like an umbrella, shading reality; remembering pluck and luck stories about bumblebees, lovingly wrapped in Tiffany-blue ribbon and paper.
Father used to solve her every contemplation. Now indecisiveness in what she asks. Now indecisiveness in arbitrary tasks.
And she and her negative capability are the last two awake at a slumber party, giving commonplace words the allure of secrecy.
You see, she is only harmless when she sleeps.*
~
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
my father was an electrician
but he never taught me how to remedy
strong jolts of electricity
that leave your limbs quaking,
your lips shaking,
your soul aching.
they say a bolt of lightning
can measure up to three million volts,
but, then again,
your touch holds more power than any storm.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
.
• they say light-
ning never stri-
kes • twice in
the very same
place•not as
if it chooses
the person
it likes•nor
has it targ-
eted a familiar face • growing
accustomed to these repeated
jolts•i stay fro-
zen in anticip-
tion•for subs-
equent influx
of volts•is th-
is love or me-
re petty infa-
tuation?•ca-
n't believe my luck • be-
cause time... and again,
inevitably•i
stand here,
apparently
struck•e-
very ti-
me you
cast a...
a gla-
nce
at
•
ME•
.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
slight smile
knowing, yet intrigued
by the wonderfulness of life
that seems dreamlike to be real;
by the inkling of a poem
that’s like a baby refusing to leave its womb;
by the sparks that fly
at the thought of your lover.
just a slight smile
knowing, yet intrigued,
when billions of volts of electricity
transport the smiler
to a world that
exists
but not really.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
Eqyptian pots of lemon copper
Poles, wires, and rubber
Holds up the electric fires
High in the sky – millions of volts to give the illuminating jolt
Their innovative measures gave way for modern day clevers
We sit in our cages, warm and cozy while tungsten bulbs warm our pages
Pharos would be proud of todays electric microwaves and ranges
For they the godly ones endured, lit up and paved the way
Dec 5, 2011
Dec 5, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
I read the book of Samuel
I read the story of the Israelites
Of how they rejected God
“We want a king!” they demanded
“We want to be like other nations”
Rejecting God’s kingship.
The same God who brought them up
Out of the ******* of Pharaoh
Out of slavery in Egypt
The same God who gave them victories
Over many nations and wars
The same God who had fed them
For forty years in the wilderness
Same God who had proved
Beyond reasonable doubt
That He is the King of kings
A Lord above all lords
They chose to downgrade!
I was swept away in a mind journey
As I thought of how it must have felt
To be rejected by your own children
Repudiated by your beloved
Disowned by the very people you love.
My heart bled!
The heartbreak was unimaginable
The pain was excruciating
As my mind pointed fingers of accusation
I couldn’t find befitting words
*“Foolish Israelites!”
“Unrepentant idiots!”
“Stubborn generation!”*
And as my mind went awry
Heaping insults on God’s people
Raining accusations on them
Judging an imperfect people as myself…
His still small voice whispered
***“You are all the same”
“You have done worse”***
Then it struck me
Like a lightening of a million volts
I am the Israelites
I am the very people of God
I am the same ones I condemn
I have betrayed God repeatedly
I have chosen sin above my maker
My iniquities know no bounds
I have trivialized His blood
I have made a mess of the cross.
*I am the “foolish Israelites!”
I am the “unrepentant idiots!”
I am the “stubborn generation!”*
My heart melted into tears
Shame covered me like a cloud
My head was bowed in ignominy.
Unable to speak or move
I lay there, weeping at my wickedness
No words were spoken
But I felt His arms embrace me
In acknowledgement of my repentance
I never deserved it
But He loved me nonetheless.
I pointed one finger at them
But three pointed back at me!
© Raphael Uzor
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Neon is rare on earth,
hard to find.
But I bet it’s harder to find
any second of the day
where your warm,
monotone voice,
reading an old picture book,
doesn’t echo through my ears.
Did you know that
after adding eight thousand volts
of excitement to helium,
it glows?
Yet my own face
lights up by counting down
the slowly melting
seconds,
minutes,
hours
and days
of excitement, leading up to your arrival.
Your own engraved dog tags,
silver and shiny,
metal magnesium,
hang from neck
like a personal reminder
that you’re not too far away.
Arsenic is nicknamed Poison of Kings
because it had been used to numb
and **** royal family members.
Although no poison in the world
can numb the tingling sensation,
that reaches to my toes,
as your camouflage boots
descend from the plane.
At this point
the only thing that separates us
is the carbon dioxide in our breathe
and the oxygen in the thick,
humid, Texas air.
So when I see your face
the tears will rush out
like water out of a faucet,
simply because
there is no scientific equation
to explain how slow
these thirteen months
have passed.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
Dear Battery,
Enough of your Flattery!
You power mere toys,
You are only used by little fuckboys.
But a Lock is a dads tool!
If you disagree you are a fool.
You do not understand Dad jokes even!
You are just a Un-dank Bush wannabe named Steven.
You are best to be leavin' Steven!
Because The 9 Volts are aimin',
To Give you a taste of their dankness,
You best run far and run fast!
Because their going to Shrek you,
Back to the Holocaust.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
*With folded wings,
I rush to meet the horizon,
The kiss of a ****** sunset,
In the arms of a cold grey sea,
Deep in her winter embrace,
I feel her stone cold heart.
It beats still.
There is the warmth of fiery blood,
Deep inside the icy cave,
Beating, beating still.
Let me whisper in your ear,
The words of the wolf,
That cries alone on a hill far away,
Waiting for his lover to rise,
Waiting for her to sing to him,
The lady of the moon,
Separated by dawn,
United at dusk,
Feel the pain in his heart,
Hear it echo in the silence
Of the sea at night,
When dreams are dreamt with open eyes,
She will call upon the waves,
That gently caress the sands of time.
On intoxicated hills,
Silently he waits,
While she sings to the seas,
While she sings the clouds to sleep,
For her grey eyes to turn to his,
But the clouds grow jealous of their love,
Thunder and lightning light up the night,
The storm embraces the sea in it's *****
And her song can reach him no more,
There's only the roaring waves and the screaming thunder,
And struck by a million volts,
He smiles through the clouds at her,
But her eyes are turned away into the abyss,
And with one last breath,
He cries out to her,
As the lights go dim,
And the noise grows silent,
Silent and still,
She hides under the veil of the cold grey sea,
And in this cage of regrets,
I feel her stone cold heart,
Beating, beating still.*
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Coffee is what I need;
Without it my eyes will bleed.
I’m unfit for humanity,
On the edge of insanity;
I’d rather drown in lava
Than forgo my morning java.
Some folks don’t need the jolt;
They wake up with plenty of volts.
They’re pleasant and they’re perky;
Their tongue doesn’t taste like beef jerky.
They’re polite and have good humor,
And filled with love, it’s rumored.
I’d love to arise like them,
And not have to always depend
On coffee to start my day;
But alas, I’m not that way.
So give me a cup and you’ll see a change,
When I get that caffeine in my veins.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 11:35 AM UTC
I walk tall
I am the final piece
Straps and metal
switch the queen
check mate
I wear the crown
like thorns
hiss of iron
sickly heat
I am the final piece
Closing door
veil is leather
not my mask
but yours
I am the final piece
The chimney
stench of roast
vessel for your volts
I am the final piece
Charred puppet
dancing feat
I am the final piece
I am the final peace
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
Undress you with my smile
Uncovering all of your secrets
Giving you more definition than ever
I ease inside your mind
to find the poetry
That you've been longing to pour out
Your mouth is wired shut
At a loss for words
But baby our brains feed together
Electric volts revive one another.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
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.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
Hello little fly lying there on the ground
Did you ever stop to think what end would come around?
Did you ever wonder how it may all end?
What kind of death that fate did wait to quickly your way send?
Most of the time generally you get old and die
All the buzzing stops at once, and in silence there you lie
Another common way in which you may have died
Is when your inside someones house and they spray insecticide
You start to get all dizzy and fly iratically
As the chemicals penetrate and affect you dramatically
After a few seconds though, you stop flying around at all
On your back you spin around break dancing there you sprawl
Another way that's quicker and happens just like that
Is when you're swiftly swatted and you insides go 'Ker-splat!'
That is rather messy as everyone can see
All your guts and blood get spread. Oh my goodness me!
All your little entrails and intestines so fine
And look at that. Your blood is red! The same color as like mine!
Sometimes there are even eggs that get squirted out
A death and an abortion, simultaneously no doubt
There's also an electric zapper that does a real fast job
Twenty thousand volts that your life from you does rob
You simply explode and your parts vaporize
Into fly mist without any time to say your last goodbyes
But the slowest and most gruesome by far seems to be
The fly strip that beckons you with a smell of food for free
As soon as you land there thinking it's a treat
You find yourself stuck there by your six little feet
The more you struggle though, the more the glue does bind
But it seems to take very long, you for death to find
Sometimes you squirm there for oh so many hours
Sometimes so stuck moving would take super powers
And then what is this grossness that I see
Little tiny baby worms squirming out of thee
I wonder if they realize that you're in trouble dire
And decide to abandon ship to escape the deadly mire
I guess it is that you flies have no morals or loyalty
The only thing on your minds survival seems to be
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 4:05 AM UTC
Meeting you was like an assassination
The moment you spoke
I felt the recoil
Point blank shot between the eyes
In one instant I was alone
Plenty sufficient at self-mutilation
I was content
To wander alone in my own thoughts
My personality cold
Chilled by the ice of the desolation
Of unreleased sorrow
One minute I am still
Content
Meandering hopelessly in my world
Then there was you
Your first word was a slug
Dressed in copper it sank in
Sending shockwaves through the gray matter
I took the hit
My skull accepting the whiplash and allowing me
Some semblance of strength to move
I had no chance to heal before I was hit again
Your touch was electric
A million volts multiplied by the fluid
That is your glowing stare
The sound of my name on your tongue
Becomes a garrote
Taking my breath from my lungs
I can’t speak in your presence
All that I was because to die away
The lonely man who sought shelter
In the desert of loneliness
Blown away
Bleeding out in the back of my mind
All who I thought I was
Gone
In the blink of a muzzle flash
Meeting you was like an assassination
The man I was
Destroyed
Some other man sauntered off that day
Someone I don’t know yet
But am striving to figure out
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 1:55 PM UTC
There’s a devil in me trying to raise his face
there’s a god in me trying to put him in his place
a fight to fill the hole in my heart
but the battle is lost before they can start
soul electric, here to stay
pulls me apart need to make them pay
a million volts in a lightning kiss
re-align my core in symmetrical bliss.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
I’ve got a signboard pinned to my chest.
It reads:
**“Beware of the door. Trespassers will be
versed and put in rhymes.”**
Ten-thousand volts of electricity for the man
who dare enter; an auction of body parts
is the central theme to my story.
I gave away my heart to the one with the easiest ways
and my mind for whom I could not find
my tongue. Every time my heart skips a beat
sirens wail into madness and lights start
rolling into the night. I wear barbed
wires as a wristwatch: telling me to
wake up whenever I have a sleepless night.
Put your ear to my chest and you’ll hear
clanking of bolts out of place and the death rustle
of a mechanical beast settling
into his bed for the long, long
night.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
Rage magmatic in this the cavern of your deepest doubt. There can be no patience here between the moments that make up the seconds that measure your heated mind. Snap-blue volts currently amplify the surge to resist. The glass will wait for your reaction. Watch yourself spring, soon, quiet to the flank; shatter and reform as expected. Touch it now with your cool palm.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
Ivory towers like third appendages flipping of the sky. Profane.
Rivers run cris-cross beetles in the bog.Traffic logjam.
Instant grats. Gratis time bomb ticking.
Age is an obstruction. mindless pursuits of Material security blankets.
Thumb suckers rule. Knuckleheads telling tales out of school. Glass house myopia.
A cornucopia a chorus of jabbernows. Verbal diarrhea on wax. passes for reason.
Sin-taxes pay the way
Syntax gone astray. What the @**# did she just say ?
Novocaine mainlined. Numb all over talking heads on the hill.
Need a few meg-volts to jolt flat-lined hearts to do the people's will.
War is raging, storms are raging. Quiet storms.
Oil. Fuels from long dead fossils. Habit handcuffs.
Cant get enough. Lites out soon.
Powers that be.
Juggernauts...Battlebots... Taking giant steps backwards.
Chaos is local until in your locality.Doomsayer.
The Giant slayer kneels to place his head in the guillotine. Appease the ruthless.
Know it when you feel it. Babylon is falling.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC
Current coursing through your body
It's time to die, you killed somebody
Thousands of volts, it takes a minute
The electric chair,your sitting in it
Your guts are cooked from the inside
Like a microwave, ten times the size
Your eyes come out ,the weakest link
Your mind it sizzles from the heat
Now your thought,you always think
as your skin, turns a pink
You did not do this crime at all
some one let you take the fall
It is to late, nothing to do
but hope this ends very soon for you
Your found guilty of taking a life
you need to hurry and seek contrite
Your heart it beats one last line
as the voltage seems to take it's time
Now you sit in your last throne
electrocuted to the bone
Your mother crying, for her son
the electric chair she has won
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
A synth is all wires, metal and acrylic.
Alone it sits upon a keyboard stand motionless.
It is plugged into a valve amplifier, all valves and solder and metal.
The synth is motionless.
And the world it lives in is silent.
The electricity dwells through the wires in the gyprock walls,
through the voltage and the conduction.
Two hundred and forty volts to be exact.
Yet it is contained within the walls. Dark and unfamiliar.
And the world it lives in is empty.
A switch is switched. The electricity is conducted.
In the blink of an eye it powers the synth and the amplifier.
The synth springs to life.
A melody filled with intervals,
ascension and harmony blasts through the amplifier,
with clarity, distorted grit and frequency.
A beautiful sound fills the air.
The synth and the electricity together at last.
And the world that the two live in together is beautiful.
JAW 29/01/11
For Marie.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 2:59 AM UTC
take me down
that poetry lane
where complex thoughts
and emotions reign
tease me
with your radical wit,
riffing rhymes through
torrid twists
and tacit turns
of whim and satire
****** me
with copious sips
from your cup
of cryptic allegory
laced like lyrical jello shots
for literate minds
rock me
to the beat of shackle-free verse,
channeling countercultural cues
from cassidy to edson
and jack
shock me
with lucid volts of eccentricity
from every storm and saga
in your life
make me
yearn for more
of your creative core
and essence,
scouring shelves
virtual and real
for another surreal rendezvous
with a poignant piece of
you
down
your
poetry lane..
~ P (#Pablo#PLII)
8/18/2013
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
Those three words are said too much
To understand what they really mean
Like a record from the past, I play
Will you listen to me sing?
My heart was the metronome
Sending waves,
Beats of love
Throughout me
Thousands of volts of heart-quake began
When my eyes met the light bulbs in your
Eyes
What beautiful poison they were
But so misguided I was
I wandered around the abandoned carnival
The only sound,
Breaking of mirrors as I saw what truly was me
I saw you in my eyes
Lights shining, but why so bright?
Leaking golden radiation into the depths of my despair
I left that day
My mind divorced my body and all reality,
Oh the ugliness left behind
I ventured inside your dreams and realized,
Maybe I'm not perfect, I
Send shock waves,
Wander,
Break whatever it takes
But today, it wasn't I that did the breaking
You,
Broke my heart
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
_______________
2700 volts is what it feels like when you're near me.
Deux câbles with unlimited power.
Traffic lights
Sidewalks
Neon lights
Fast roads
Head lights
Nothing matters
Fluorescent lights
Midnight youths
Streetlights
Connections
Fireflies
Wishes
___________________________________________________________
Deux fils imaginaires.
Réseau électrique in my soul,
you never need me now.
-Codelandandmore // at midnight ©
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC