"zapped" poems
i am a fat american
i feed upon ancient history
i know the truth but yet
i think i own the magic
i am a fat american
i am bug zapped by distraction
i believe you but yet
i cannot believe in me
i am a fat american
i think i am already free
i know i am lost but yet
i refuse to ask for directions
i am a fat american
i buy low and sell it high
i have faith in god but yet
i let you live in poverty
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 6:25 PM UTC
The earth was zapped today by a solar storm and my heart was zapped by something that won't ever result in something as beautiful as the Northern Lights.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
spread-eagle at the summit
facing endless gusts of sandy billows,
mountain-backed vitruvian man,
i flail frustration at the outer
drips against, again in toes
forget the boots the pack
the bearbag full of snacks
the nylon thunder night-fret
flash of demon forking
shamefaced fear in throat
of shaken chest or weakness
soaking downy thermarest--
underfed it seemed so clear!
with only distant puffs within the blue
so here i lay despite the warnings hitherto--
the stakes have ripped electric
by the sky or sudden wind
as corners rock and threaten
rolling off into the gale--i sweat to add
a static vision sailing back alone,
a teardrop tent against the lightning caverns of the clouds
a skeleton of light suspended in the strike,
a sierra sign designedly godlike,
zapped nocturnal whisk i am
in awe now fearful grateful
mythos-understood of human
imagination's pawn still prone
with whining seams the poles still hold
within the whipping whites so loud
to tug my heels against the flying fabric
portal damp enstormed insomniac
to will the stony sand there once again
to sleep perhaps another dozen in
before the morning knuckles
pound the staff from off this mountaintop
Aug 2, 2012
Aug 2, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
The strike of the rainbow warriors part 2
We arrive in the rainbow land of mystery and see lots of rainbow people watching us while the bight coloured green ship lands in the dock. The golden goddess watches with delight when a golden sheet is laid down for us to walk upon.
The crowd roars in laughter while our golden army is taken down towards the big bright palace of illusions to meet the king of rainbow land. After reaching the palace a guard dressed in bight orange takes us through towards a big golden study.
A confused white tiger looks around the strange bright palace and starts to feel very scared all of sudden at something in the air . We all comfort the white tiger while its mouth drops with shock at the moving roof above our bodies and the strange atmosphere .
All of a sudden the king of the rainbow people walks in and stands next to his gold desk of power holding his bright hands towards the roof . I hug luitent megs while the horses seem to become more concerned and unsure about the strange king while the room begins to spin about.
The golden goddess suddenly grabs a door handle to escape but get thrown down upon the golden carpet by some sort of strange force . At that moment the room becomes a mist of surprise and the windows have become metal shields of terror while we begin to run about looking for a means of escape .
We all stand in shock when the king transform's into a large pumpkin monster and his bodyguards have become large fire breathing dragon men with long spiked tails. The horses kick out at the dragon men's bodies while they try and beat us down but gets zapped by the king laser gun of hatred .
The dragon men then escort us all towards another room with yellow walls while the pumpkin king throws some magic powder over our scared bodies of terror. we promise to reveal the kings secret to the rainbow people until a smiling red witch with golden hair appears in the room and says we will evaporate into dust powder if we reveal the secret of the pumpkin king.
All of a sudden a door opens and we are ****** out inside the rainbow city with thousands of rainbow warriors cheering and clapping at our golden army. We look with disbelief while a guard of rainbow people escort us towards our bight red hotel of multicoloured glass.
written by wayne mockler
ownership and copyright wayne mockler
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
You emoji’d me a happy face
I emoji’d you back a heart.
You sent me an okay thing.
When did all this start?
You shot me back an icon
That looked rather like a hand
But my phone’s screen is small
So I couldn’t quite understand.
I wan’t moving fast enough
To send an answer right back.
You sent another emoji and that
Was when I completely lost track.
I got from you a little thing
Like a jack’o’lantern face
So I sent a laughing icon
That must have been a disgrace.
You zapped back three letters
Which I quickly recognized.
W, T and F, in caps appeared
Like a specter before my eyes.
You emoji’d me a happy face
I emoji’d you back a heart.
You sent me an okay thing.
When did all this start?
I typed in a question mark
And quickly hit the ‘send’
Still hoping against hope
This madness could end
And we could begin to speak
As human beings can do
If they use the keyboard letters
And at least a finger or two.
I never heard from you again
I must have done something bad.
Not even a red face emoji
Or the one that means you’re sad.
I try to stay on top of things
As new fashions will unfold
But this kind of funny picture show
Quickly has gotten old.
You emoji’d me a happy face
I emoji’d you back a heart.
You sent me an okay thing.
When did all this start?
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
behind the glass door things happen
to stay behind the glass door
until things have happened.
don't ever stick your hand
into the magic happening
or else a bubbly bone will remain.
dont even try putting a golf ball
in to cook
or an egg
because only egg heads do that.
behind the glass door
water droplets use vibrators
and get superhot
you are not supposed to watch
but you do anyway.
don't get zapped
when you are not looking.
Author Notes
Optional
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 8 days ago
- See more at: http://allpoetry.com/poem/11591413-microwave-by-Marshall-Gass#sthash.0iCzdTmh.dpuf
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
I wear a fake smile
I want to rest for a while
I’m always so tired
Should I start getting wired?
I don’t want to get fired
From life
One day I want to be a wife
I want to live my life
I want to end this fight
That goes on in my mind
I want to feel normal
how do I begin
I feel so lost
Someone please tell me the cost
I can’t escape my thoughts
They’re bringing me down
inside I frown
I feel trapped
I want to be zapped
Into a better life, right now
I want to end it with a knife
And escape my thoughts
I want to end all my cries
I’m so tired of trying
I’m so tired of lying
I feel like dying
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
I had the strangest feeling
That if I cut my hair
All of my crazy poem ideas
Would suddenly disappear
Like Samson with Delila
I'd loose that added edge
If I didn't keep this mop top
On top of my knotted head
All the poetry would be zapped from me
And I would lose my purpose
Start rhyming things like moon with June
At that point my pen would be worthless
But I couldn't take it anymore
It was driving me insane
So I got out the heavy duty shears
And did something about this mane
I now see the pile in front of me
Expecting the Philistine's to crash through the door
But the only action that there is
Is me sweeping my curley remains up off the floor
I now face the day in front of me
Showing no lack of courage
Continuing in my quest
Of looking for that elusive word that rhymes with orange
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Racing down the hall to a code response
I arrived breathless at the scene
grabbed an AMBU bag
it was like something out of a dream:
Surreal yet stark reality
we all had parts to play
we did everything we could
but the patient slipped away.
We zapped, compressed the chest
I gave the oxygen real fast
the patient didn't change
we knew he wouldn't last.
But we we did everything we could
but alas, it wasn't enough
sometime life is way unfair
sometimes life's just rough.
So it was today
so it may be tomorrow
but we're committed to saving lives
as well as enduring sorrow.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 7:54 PM UTC
sometimes i feel hollow
like i don't have
bones
or blood
or organs
or anything inside
all that i am is a hollow human being
where dread and panic and anxiety
can easily ricochet around,
making me ache from the inside out
it starts with a pang,
where my heart is supposed to be.
and then spreads like wildfire
across my skin,
through my chest,
along my arms
and down my legs.
into the tips of my fingers and toes,
burning my ears
and catching in my throat.
and all that's inside of me is this hurt.
sometimes i feel hollow,
like a lonely, old oak tree
that's been zapped by lightning
one too many times.
he still stands, strong and proud
but electricity tingles
and makes him feel vulnerable
every now and then.
sometimes i feel hollow
and broken up inside
sometimes i feel hollow
like i can hear an echo when i talk,
my words just bounce around
with no purpose or drive
sometimes i feel hollow
like a needle could make me burst
sometimes i feel hollow
like all i am is an empty shell
sometimes i feel hollow
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
We are the boys who go out and party, and get into trouble, oh yeah we're bad
You see I went to the club to watch a really cool band
For starters it took a while to start and when it did
I was the only one dancing, you see I was the only cool one there
And I went to the Brumbies and I yelled when they dropped the ball
Saying we stink we stink we stink
Then after that we went to an old house in Wanniassa
And I knocked on the door and this lady answered and said
How are you little cool dude, I am the evil white witch of Canberra
Who are you, you fine gentlemen, who are you
I said I am Brian Allan, and I am the head cool boy here in Canberra
The evil white witch said, not for long, I have Mark Marlor and Brendan Schultz
Both captured in my den in the backyard, yes it looks like a chicken coop
And I want you too, because mate, you are a little brat who hangs around witch's houses
I tried to escape, but the witch before my eyes, zapped me in chains in the den
With Mark and Brendan, and this was going to be doom for us
The white witch wanted to feed us, because he wanted us to fatten up
For the big feast, which was in about 2 weeks from now
And these three Canberra kids are the Canberra kids who will bring peace to the city
For the centenary, yes the white witch was sitting in her chair saying I have the cool kids
Mark, Brendan and Brian were saying, we are the boys who go out and party
And get into trouble. Oh yeah we're bad, cause we end up being chained in an evil white witch's backyard den, and we are by all means doomed
The witch came down to the den and said, have you boys gained fat yet
You 3 can no longer be muscle boys, cause you are my prisoners
I have you forever, kiddies
The white witch made sure that Brendan,Mark and Brian were securely chained in so tightly, and then went on a little walk around Canberra trying to find more Canberra crowd kids to catch, and he walked past the Duffy shops and the white witch saw Luke Salvorg who was. Under 12 for Weston Creek and he was riding his bike down tbe road, and yes, like all sports boy, he thought he was never going to be kidnapped, because he was too loud and too fit, but the white witch waved her arms and suddenly Luke found himself in the witch's den chained up, he was scared and Mark Marlor, who knew him, said, we must eat, because we are going to be the food at a dinner party, you see we all are kidnapped by an evil white witch, and don't worry she only wants boys, because boys are tough
You see, we are the boys who go out to party and get into trouble, oh yeah, we're bad, cause we end up being chained in an evil white witch's backyard den, Luke said please mummy rescue me, please, and I want you to do it now
Sent from my iPhone
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
I'm on one
Been trapped in a buzz for four or six months
Since that I've pulled a few stunts
My mind, opposite judgement of a nun's
So I tend to act rugged when it comes
I'm on one
Zapped down by these side effects
Trapped now, take benzos to alleviate
More and more as the effects depreciate
Good for a few hours
But I need to finish this report, so I give myself powers
Amphetamines by all means
I had a dream once, but now I cant sleep
Don't use guns, to do this damage to myself
Going through funds to do this damage to myself
I'm on one
Is it worth it in the long run?
I've Seen what happens and it isn't fun
But how can I do this job without them
Be out of water, desperate as a trout, man
Aches and pains I think I have the gout man
Take pain killers, the real brain killers
I'm on one
Tipping over while typing these words
Tripping over how I got this net worth
Incognito, reputation with the best first
Wish I could reveal, but I'd have no appeal
They'd think I went bananas
See I no longer have the fun that I had before hand
Gleam in the Rover like the sweat against my forehead
Blasting AC on max, thinking about paying tax
But I already am, my kidneys show the facts
Because I'm on one
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
The Ozone erupts Hotforms
That zapped a lively man his strength
Gives live to dying plant.
Sep 21, 2024
Sep 21, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
The Q Man
The Q Man was somebody who was different
He travelled the galaxies and universe doing a job
Flying a Type 6 spaceship interstellar style
Normal space travel took forever and a day
But his ship was a souped one off
With engine and fuel enhancements
Zipping from world to world to work
He lands in a remote place and hides
His pointed ship from observers or spies
And hikes to his location to do the job
The tool of his trade is a long range rifle
Made on Planet Earth three millennia ago
It’s fitted with modified 7. 62mm bullets
These **** every single life form from a mile
On normal blood and body organisms
Normal explosive bullets do the job
With insect like ones with an armoured body
Armour piercing acid bullets eradicate them
He has 3002 different bullet types to use
Each one killing a designated target
The contract killer with no home
Except between the stars in his ship
Living for a dozen centuries extendable
You don’t want to mess with him
Nor be on his **** list as you’re ******
Zapped by an old skool high tech bullet
Fired by the best assassin there ever was
The Q Man and his rifle always on call
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
Sorry, dude. I must admit
I find it more than pathetic
That you experience life
With sorrow about some of it
That you don’t have a drug
To take to help appreciate
Something that is amazing
And really needs no chemical
To help you exaggerate
What is really going on
And pretend it is better
Or somehow transcendent
As if water can be wetter.
But it is as if time warped
And I have gone backward
To talk to myself about it
And then zapped forward
To see what a saturate
What a wet-brained fool
I was back then, it’s true.
I was a tin-plated tool.
I measured my existence
One dime bag at a time
Giggling with stoner friends
About my forays into crime;
Selling backs of skunk ****
When nobody else had any
Good stuff or bad stuff.
And I was the one with plenty.
Walking through Hollywood
With stoner friends and flakes
Singing as we stumbled along
About life and what it takes
To satisfy *** hounds those days.
*** drugs and rock and roll
And pride in our half-witted ways.
Learning how to roll pinners
Of a buddy’s stash on the sly
While he was taking a whizz
And couldn’t ask me why.
Learning how to properly treat
The remaining sticks and stones
And confiscating the roaches
When the others left them alone.
That was the cannabis coalition
The Sativa Society at its height.
We worked in the daytime and
Got ********* most every night.
And sooner or later, on the job
In the bathroom or on the roof.
I didn’t think of it addiction.
I still needed further proof.
I needed to try to buy ****
From a government man I met.
Fortunately I bailed on that
Before adding one more big regret.
Life has gotten better since then
No more outside dependence.
I quit before the drugs became
The entire focus of my existence.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
All at once I understood
Because I heard the sound
Coming from the distant woods
Dogs yapping just like hounds
Endless barking on the path
Fearlessly chasing prey
Guided by no words or math
Howling to show the way
I could not help but wonder
Just how this chase would end
Keeping hope that no blunder
Listening with my friend
Mighty canines came in sight
Not one was resting still
One path only would be right
Perhaps their fate to seal
Quitting was not thought of now
Resting would not be sought
Simple instincts show us how
The troubled victim’s caught
Under thick, and captured quick
Victim of the tracking
Wounded dogs begin to lick
Xenial copse lacking
You know now the race is done
Zapped, resting in the sun
Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 8:35 PM UTC
The drone swept silent
between the maple tree
and the shed
zapped my dog Shep
with an electric bolt
that vaporized him instantly
while Mr. Stone next door laughed
I told you, Hoffman
to shut that **** dog up
just as my drone
launched a fire grenade
up the exhaust pipe
of his new Lexus
yet somewhere
in the akashic record
of my sweet country
a muleteer helps
pull his neighbor’s wagon
out of the mud
that follows
a torrential rain
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
Scream!!!!!!
I should scream
Can feel it
Swelling up in my throat
Like a flood
Waiting to clear
All in its path
Surrounded by people
I am forlorn and alone
In a well so hollow
I am lost
Zapped from the bubble
I am now
As a tree
Cut and felled at its stem
Stuck in time
Taking up space
In a field of photosynthesis
I am stump
©Belema.S.Ekine
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 9:07 AM UTC
Twist the neutral white wires together
Integrate the hot black wires into the power slot
Try not to get zapped
Ground the electricity by tangling the green and bare wires
Flip the switch to see if the magic happens
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
particles surround heightening
tension between us
where each touch shocks
my skin making all hairs stand
straight as if zapped directly
by electricity from you
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
It’s not singly your jubilantly playful smile
Or eyes that instill faith,
Faith that miracles exist in us
And absolutely not independently
The miraculousness that ever so gently
And tenderly
Sleeps on top of a face to which
No being can compare to, it makes such
Euphoric feelings kiss the world
And my heart, now zapped
By a current of life and flare
This miraculousness fabricates an image of
Your benevolent wind, light and sublime
Rolling softly over the waves and hands
Of the ocean, flowy and ecstatic
And the cause of my enamored state
Is not isolated by
The effervescently sanguine blush
Of your adorable cheeks,
Which regularly has exploded
A nervous, yet amazed smile
Upon myself
No,
Although with the fullest probity
I may spew that these angelic virtues
Have spirited me to a place
Where Zeal is my name
And time with you
Has become my heroine,
It’s your energy, your aura
Your vivacious fire
That so happily bombards me
With laughter and excitement
It’s your poison, your wonderful stain
That’s colored my life
And shocked my heart
It’s you;
You are a poem
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
Almost effortlessly it appears to be
somewhat divine
cuts the line so fine through skin and bone
homes in on the malady that's affected me
and burns it out.
Laser beams unpicking seams
I deem it best to just accept the light
lay back and relax
while the laser attacks
me
internally.
It's like Star Wards
tied by hospital cords
and it's scary
but interesting and fascinating
hyperventilating
fear
the laser comes near
closing my eyes
nobody dies who comes into the light
Yeah alright
I'll believe
but the laser freezes and does not burn
which is of some concern
did not expect that turn of events.
The surgeon cements me together
he's clever
and say's 'all done
nothing to worry about'
then goes off with a gun in his hand
to laser beam land?
Everything moves so fast
where once a plaster cast would have done,
Today,
everyone wants to blast you with a laser
gun.
Zapped.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
I am the moon shining bright in the sky
and the sun that brings life
I am a miracle
but
I am in sorrow
it will not drown me
it will not consume me
I will rise above it all
I will push
...
and yet
I feel zapped, trapped
will I fall?
the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach
the satin stains that pave yesterdays pains and fill up the page
in the midst of the unknown
I am in a battle with myself
Torn, between love and hate
Torn, between right and wrong
Torn, between yes and no
I told you so
looking for a place to call home
Torn by darkness
the feeling of being consumed
It surrounds me
the creeping shadows filled with doubt
hide the door that leads to the way out
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
^^^^^
Sizzle Sizzle Dumb-pling
Sizzle sizzle dumb-pling,
Lóg, lóng góne,
zapped his head with electródes ón.
Skull half fried made brain bóuillón
Sizzle sizzle dumb-pling,
Lóg, lóng góne!
*CrE aka Trollminator
(with apologies to John and the Dumpling)*
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Atoning
Admonishment
Beloved
Blessings
Confusing
Contemplation
Debating
Disturbance
Everlasting
Eternity
Foreboding
Faithfulness
Gods
Goodness
Hasting
Heaven
Internal
Intuition
Jesus'
Judgement
Kings
King
Loving
Light
Monday's
Moment
Never
Numbing
Open
Opportunity
Peoples
Persons
Qualify
Quiet
Redeemer
Resemblance
Saving
Salvation
Thee
Truth
Undenying
Unity
Valient
Victory
Washed
White
X chromosome
X factor
You
Yelling
Zealously
Zapped
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC