Static
The TV's on and it's all static
Stagnant channels of newsfeed and I'm sick
Of forecasted weathers of hostility.
Can't we acclimate to prosperity?
Why must there be the heavy storm panic?
Breaking stories—cracking lightning—roll thick
Through an air of high pressure dramatics
And dark clouds ripe with volatility.
It's all static.
Roaring thunder rumbling from fanatics
Scares the scurrying people—erratic—
From their scandals and their liabilities.
The washed-out concept of civility
Broadcasts bolts of something bureaucratic.
It's all static.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Static Factions
Static...
Factions.
Static...
Factions.
You will get a bit of it,
If you are in the middle of...
Static...
Factions.
Static...
F actions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
And everything is evilized,
To make sure there's a realized...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
You will get a bit of it,
If you're in the middle of...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
And everything is evilized,
To make sure there's a realized...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
To make sure nothing's minimized.
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
In their static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
And everything is evilized,
To make sure there's a realized...
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
To make sure nothing's minimized.
Static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
Erractic people panicked,
With fanatics on the scene.
In their static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
And being loud about it.
In their static,
Factions.
And being loud about it.
In their static,
Factions.
Static,
Factions.
And being loud about it.
In their static,
Factions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where is one active.?
To steal is static; not to steal is active.
To lie is static; not to lie is active.
To hate is static; not to hate is active.
To love the opposite sex is static.
You are active when you are forbidden.
You are alert where you are forbidden.
18.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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One's Silence Is Saluted
One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
One can feel terrific when removed from such lists!
With nothing shared specifc,
But...
Limited nonsense!
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One's silence is saluted,
When removed from loops seduced.
One's silence is saluted...
When refusing automatic passes,
Boots one from the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
A sharing of erratic static,
Can confine like minds.
A sharing of erratic static,
Ropes and dopes...
Whomever gives it time.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When a looping is refused.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
One's silence is saluted,
When booted out the coop.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two forces
Like everything in the world,
You are governed by two forces,
Quite opposite: static and dynamic.
In rest and peace, it is static.
In thirst and danger, it is dynamic.
Balance both with your ethics.
06.09.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The best laid plans.
No moon tonight that we can see.
The dark storm clouds are gathering
The thunder grumbles distantly.
Ominous and threatening.
I’m far from home no shelter near
When suddenly the sky turns bright
As blue white streaks of lightning sear
Across the darkness of the night.
The lightning tears the clouds apart.
Swiftly and efficiently
And this allows the rain to start.
Pouring down torrentially.
My windscreen wipers cannot cope.
I cannot see the road ahead.
my journeys end a forlorn hope.
Tonight I shall not see my bed.
The storm still rages to and fro.
I have no choice but wait it out.
When it blows over I shall go
As it must I do not doubt.
I watch and wait impatiently.
Just static on the radio.
Caused by the lightning probably.
I shall be glad when I can go.
At last the sky begins to clear.
It seems the storm has run its course
The clouds pass on and stars appear.
I bowed to its superior force.
I can continue on my way
But still I must drive carefully.
As others pass in clouds of spray
Too fast and driving thoughtlessly.
Quite soon I shall be home in bed
Catching up on beauty sleep.
Another journey lies ahead
I have appointments I must keep...
May be the weather will be kind.
Although the forecasts none too bright.
I can’t afford to fall behind.
My deadline will run out tonight.
Wednesday,01 February 2012
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Somebodys Trying To Tell Me Something
Breaking me down - lunatic noises
Breaking me down - desperate voices
Breaking me down - phone is blistering
Breaking me down - death by listening
Somebodys out there, somebodys waiting
Somebodys trying to tell me something
Somebodys trying to talk to me
Cracking me up - silence threatening
Cracking me up - storm is deafening
Cracking me up - pressure brought to bear
Cracking me up - now Im getting there
(hirst/rotsey/moginie/gifford/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Thunder Touched (Cavatina Sequence)
There is a place with scorched molten earth
near some hillocks
where blue lightning lashes repeatedly
and there it knocks
anything that it can find with its fire,
where some big rocks
draws it somehow on that much higher ground,
that is cleared from anything around.
The sky was ominous grey and brooding,
intensely black
while static or maybe fear made hairs rise,
we did turn back
while some rain, bird egg size hail drilled down;
under attack
of great blue-white thunder that was falling
with a mighty whipping roaring blue sting.
Just in time we reached some safe cover,
we were drenched
while bolts of blue thunder fell threatening,
in fear clenched
were the fingers of both her tiny hands,
as if wrenched
the muscles of her arms moved in pain
while thunder lashed again and again.
Blue-white blazing light fell on closed lids;
her inner eye
remembered decimating scorching
from some times by,
when medical staff unleashed a bolt
let fury fly,
torching some synapses of her own mind,
experimenting they acted unkind.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When Watching
One thing I've noticed I've come to miss
When watching my LED HD TV
Is that whenever I flip through the channels
On my DVR,
I don't have to become a tourist
Glancing at the sights anymore—
I can only read the dialogue of information
That tells me what I am watching
Or what I could be watching.
I don't have the time to observe
Foreign landscapes
(Partially because
Nobody makes shows
Of that
Anymore)
Or see how other people are different,
I just see text, text, text with no
Context, context, context,
And I feel like I'm missing something.
I don't even watch TV much anymore.
I don't enjoy sitcoms
Because I don't enjoy their jokes
Because my life isn't like that.
I don't enjoy the news
Because they don't tell me anything I want to hear
Because I want to know what's happening in the world.
I don't enjoy reality TV
Because those people make me afraid of reality
Because they call themselves reality.
I miss the white noise, the static,
The scrambled images of channels
I never had as a kid,
Or the disintegrated programs
That looked like high-energy molecular,
Heated up, when the cable is out.
I miss the way it sounded,
The thunder storm sound,
Voices reduced to raindrops
Pouring against the black backdrop
Of a dead screen,
A comforting hum
Made of chaos
For periods of silence,
Sometimes enough to make me turn it off.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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What's Between The Lines...
The clouds roll in,
the thunder roars,
another stormy night,
elegant in it's own way,
the lightning strikes,
the thunder crashes,
the rain ever so clever,
seeps through the slightest cracks,
the night ever so fragile,
now,
caressed in the motionless fog,
the fog ever so graceful,
never doth touch the dark damp ground,
the ground ever so cold,
stares wide-eyed at the world around,
and watches as the clouds subside,
the thunder and lightning,
one again hide,
and the storm is gone,
now again,
the sun may shine.
poem by Linda Kessler
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Magnetic
No self-control
A chain reaction as my body lets go
A strange kind of light
The tempo takes me and the circuit excites
It's magnetic
The rhythm of a dangerous dance
Let's dance in the static
Suck you in twice as fast
Magnetic
The rhythm of a dangerous dance
Let's dance in the static
Suck you in
song performed by by Earth Wind & Fire
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August Day
(words by sara allen
Music by daryl hall)
I saw the sun, though it didnt shine
Gave up no shadows, gave out no way to know the time
No wind to blow the silver leaves
The drone of clever talk just stopped
The air hangs out, hesitates to carry a thought
Away from me
And the sky colored heavy gray
August day
Stir the dust and carve a rhyme
Barefoot blues watch and wait till suppertime
Will a smile break through
Distant thunder and the slow dance
Static lightning sky daring me to take a chance
And say that I love you
And the sky colored heavy gray
August day
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Human Experience
What other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
Blending in with nature's mix...
Are the 'have nots' with those who 'have'.
And many interpret this,
Based upon materialistic wishes.
With accumulated treasures...
To fulfill dreams and hopes,
The human experience teaches...
Showers those who are persistently consistent.
And driven by 'ethics' of hard work.
And yet there are others,
Who would rather sit and complain.
As they seek someone devoted to listen to them...
With patience enough,
That does not exhaust with a straining of the brain.
Or completely drain to leave one insane.
Relationships diverse and complex...
With choices chosen by preferences.
To tease with variety,
That appease appetites craved...
To quench a thirst that exists.
Having life,
Which is not always happy or sad!
Although on occasion ecstatic.
And at other times life sits in a static.
Emphatically stagnant,
That seems to drag!
But what other experience,
Would one wish to have...
Than this as it is.
This human experience?
Would it be better enjoyed...
If taxes and the stress of living it,
Were totally eliminated?
And the ease of laziness...
Awarded those who are,
With prizes and gifts...
For this accomplishment!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Magnetic
Martin page
No self-control
A chain reaction as my body lets go
A strange kind of light
The tempo takes me and the circuit excites
Its magnetic
The rhythm of a dangerous dance
Lets dance in the static
Suck you in twice as fast
Magnetic
The rhythm of a dangerous dance
Lets dance in the static
Suck you in, youll never last
Step into the light
Make the spark ignite
Step into the light tonight
No place to hide
I keep on runnin but Im falling behind
A new kind of beat
It takes your mind, then it takes your feet
Its magnetic
The rhythm of a dangerous dance
Lets dance in the static
Suck you in twice as fast
Magnetic
The rhythm of a dangerous dance
Lets dance in the static
Suck you in, youll never last
Are we making contact tonight?
Dont break the circuit
Ill be making contact tonight
Dont break the circuit
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Uproar and after math for M'lady Catrina
The thunder growls and threatens war.
Storm clouds parade in massed array
and fierce blue bolts of lightning soar
To try and drive the clouds away.
Just for a moment all is still
The clouds appear prepared to fight.
The lightning bolts strike where they will
and pierce the clouds with spears of light.
The clouds disgorge much needed rain
upon the thirsty earth below
The fields will soon be green again
and once again the streams will flow.
The storm has passed it has moved on.
The air is feeling cool and clean.
But for damage which it has done.
You would not know the storm had been.
Though summer storms strike suddenly
it’s very seldom that they last
They pass over just as quickly
and are forgotten very fast.
Flash floods and overflowing drains
will be remedied speedily.
The storm provided much needed rains
the earth accepted greedily.
We should be grateful not complain
But being human we will do
We lose much less than what we gain.
The fruitful earth will bloom anew.
02/07/2009
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Dark & Long
Thunder thunder lightning ahead...long
Kiss you kiss you dark and long
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
Thunder thunder lightning
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
Now I kiss you dark and long
Thunder thunder lightning ahead...long
Kiss you kiss you dark and long...long
Me Im just a waitress she said
I went and bought a new head she said
I look at you I believe in you she said
Screaming into the eye of the lens
I want to smash it up
I want to break it down
I want a wall of tears...to wash away
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
Thunder thunder lightning
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
Now I kiss you dark and long
Filled with tainted girls and motel frills
What a laugh
You was done up there mate
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
I could kiss you dark and long
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
Now I kiss you dark and long
Shout your love
The stars are black
The church is sweet
My skin is hot
Thunder thunder lightning ahead
Now I kiss you dark and long
Shout your love
song performed by by Underworld
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When Angels Fly
The clouds are not about, as the sky roams clear, by crystal static blue - The breeze hides between the leaves and branches, the wind has died away, the storm is not today - The sun is out, the rays burn hot, transparant is the rainbow which hangs in a closed closet - Autumn took his leave, as Spring is on the hook, love is in the air with all the saints to care - This all happens when angels open their wings, they are flying high above, in the super blue skies
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Noise: A signal the individual is unaware [s]he could decipher
Background static is held to be noise,
interference' which often annoys,
yet all noise is not static
but code automatic,
signals atoms which seek equipoise.
Here is there, where perception employs
perspicacity spurning poor ploys,
though tao trip's tip erratic
seems, dreams reel to vatic
conclusion aback zen tortoise.
What some hear noise pollution to be
may steer others to cheer ecstacy
therefore channel perception
and filter conception
of subjective judgements at sea!
Decibels on the rise may disguise
signals which in their turn catalyze
basic instincts, defence
for survial, expense
well worth inconvenient cries.
Noise: an echo where energy toys
with a world whose half-life it destroys,
this while reader, ecstatic,
ventures smile enigmatic,
sees the light, contradictions enjoys.
Tympan tampon put on if excessive
or unpleasant some sounds seem, aggressive,
set mind free from restraints
from constraints and complaints,
inner ear hears in air-waves oppressive.
For pro, con, twins identical, boys,
maintain nothing's vain, on 'porpoise'
spins life's jest, though dramatic
seem vibrations erratic,
sense intense is imbed, reaches poise.
(9 June 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lightning Strikes Twice
(murray, harris)
I feel the breeze on my face in expectance
Not very long before the storm reaches here
Off in the distance the lightning is flashing again
Feel something strong as the power draws near
Is it the rolling of thunder that scares you
Is it the crashing of clouds that hold fear
But all I know as I sit in a corner alone
It takes me back to my childhood again
And as I wait and I look for an answer
To all the things going round in my head
I ask myself could it be a disaster and when
Its maybe threatening to happen again
As the ominous light draws near
Theres a lone dog howls in the park
All the people hurry inside
As a lightning flash lights dark
The storm is nearly here
Only God will know
Youre sitting alone you watch
As the wind is blowing treetops
And the swaying rustling leaves
Plenty of time to perceive
As you wait for rain to fall
Only God knows
The whole sky glows
Maybe lightning strikes twice
Maybe lightning strikes twice
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Lost
It was a restless wind that took her
In ever wakeful gales blowing
Blanketed by swollen clouds of rain-building
And an angry thunder ever growing;
Unfolding in perfectly stitched sheets pelting
Embroidered in the lightenings porcelain flash
A tempest entwined in threads of past emotions static
With no salvation-came the unforgiving Thunders crash;
Alas, no survivors of this storm
Lost in the mystery of the unknown Deep
No reprieve-no illusions tossed
'Neath fathoms-came the endless sleep;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Awestruck for M lady Tara
Awestruck
In the distance peals of thunder
as the skies are rent asunder.
Massed ranks of clouds threatening rain
the lightning strikes and strikes again.
Forked spears of light, electric blue
can pierce the storm clouds through and through
The storm clouds offer no defence.
I know from past experience.
The lightning bolts will win again
and force the clouds to release rain
upon the thirsty earth below.
I watch and wait to see the show.
I watch in wonderment and awe
Although I‘ve seen it all before.
07/04/2009
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