We are about to be invaded by forces unknown,
the Martians are coming and their cover is now blown.
The invasion will start in the east around dusk,
we were warned to stay away, that darn Elon Musk.
Their mother ship is in orbit right now around Earth,
for years they’ve been watching our conception and birth.
They have large round heads, a pointed nose and green lips,
those so called spy balloons were just the first of their ships.
They have been controlling our minds with Verizon’s 5G,
their beachhead will form at the base of the dead sea.
Those martian balloons can be quite tricky to spot,
so keep one eye on the sky and look for a green dot.
We have fought our first battle, up north in the snow,
they can’t hide in the dark because their beady eyes glow.
For them our urine is toxic, so climb up high in a tree,
drink plenty of fluids, so when they’re close you can pee.
Time Like Crashing Waves
Time, like waves crashing on a smooth-faced sand,
Leaves imbedded ripples on shores of memory
And drop-offs marked with steep undertow warnings
In foamy filigrees etched on recollection
Of abandoned shells searching for lost pearls
Rogue of ever rolling thunder reveals
A pulsing tide of perpetual motion
A seething thrust in ebb and flow unstoppable
The hidden undercurrent of volcanic change
From dawn to dusk and through midnight
Rolling breakers storm the beachhead
In gyrating riptides rhyme and rhythm
In white caps dripping with sweet juices
To expose beauty hidden in the shallows
Veiled beneath blistered wild gales
Spindrift masks forgotten sandcastles
As flowing swells returns dreams
To the impatient pounding waves of decades
Elusive in the mists of unrelenting surges
Sinking into whirlpools, forgotten in new tides.
8-12-22
Contest: Simile
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
Flatulent chaos came late last night.
My Lola Beans she jumped in fright.
A forceful toot so grand and loud.
Followed by a gaseous cloud.
it knocked poor Lilly right to the floor.
I followed suit and crawled for the door.
A pungent blast from my wife’s sweet rear.
Enveloped us all as we shook in fear.
The magical fruit struck once again.
All loyalty gone each left to fend.
She landed hard and got the bends.
Stranded now was man’s best friend.
On her own and left for dead.
The bedroom now a fart’s beachhead.
Only two escaped this atomic mass.
My poor sweet Lola, trapped in the gas.
DEFEAT
Out of the waves they come.
Helmeted army of crabs
Trundle over the perfect pools
Of starfish and periwinkle,
Murking up the sandy bottom
Of their foxholes,
Armoured claws testing each mollusk for food,
Sidling up to my toes
In marauding hunger.
I retreat inland,
Allowing them their beachhead.
My warden is the one who lights the specters.
I apologize.
Quite the respecter of persons. He does it merely to emote.
Welcome.
Walk here along the palisade with me.
Yes it is your blood,
frothing with agitation on a beachhead.
You have waited long indeed - but not so long.
A held breath.
It churns, doesn't it?
The totality of it.
Give yourself time.
You know your oldest friend the siren.
Her imminence has ended.
And the new hunger you feel-
have your fill!
Well, your majesty.
I do believe we have arrived at our destination.
"Be,
and be ye no respecter" as we often say.
I assure you, the pleasure was all mine.
A courageous wave,
unfurls it's massive,
turbulent-white wingspan,
charges the beachhead,
and flings itself, determinately,
against a rocky cliff wall:
metamorphosing into a fine mist,
floating languidly in the soft breeze,
then landing upon the face of a child,
becoming a smile.
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