Life was born in the desert
but death came out of the sea
walking on all fours, breathing the air
—killing that never to be
(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
Categories:
behemoth, death,
Form: Rhyme
The Ogre took a body blow,
tumbling to the ground.
He enlisted the forces of government,
the regime he always labeled “deep state.”
Blubbering, he sat there, enlisting Department of Justice lawyers
to deny he was ever hit,
to conceal that he ever fell.
The fight was rigged because he lost.
The punches were illegal and fraudulent.
This became the mantra infecting social discourse.
This emerged as the slogan to incite
his Stockholm syndrome believers.
Categories:
behemoth, change, corruption, extended metaphor,
Form: Political Verse
Big. Think big. Dream big. Hear me? Big!
Entertain infinite possibilities and
High hopes in this journey called life
Elephantine dreams over small ones, always
Mountains! Oh, mountains...you gotta move em'
Opportunities, you must seize them all
The North Star is your friend, let it guide you
Hustle relentlessly, and you'll achieve greatness
Date written: 06/28/2019
Categories:
behemoth, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Acrostic
Trees like fallen soldiers strewn
Haphazard amid woods, lawns
Sand brine planks:
runes of nature's
colossal force,
brawn.
A vast- avast! the harbored cry
Spiral'd sinews of vapor vaporize
The huddled helpless. Its mocking eye
Rise behemoth,
Unmerciful, rise
Wind:
The battering terror, no defense.
Tidal surge:
Salacious mermaid beached.
One's life regained no recompense.
A safe and further shore unreached.
Categories:
behemoth, nature, power, weather,
Form: Personification
In recent daydreams, I bemused
trekking the wild African plain -
herds of hippoes and elephants
petrifying prey with their might.
Envisioning the behemoth
I recall a story about
behemoth’s strong powerful tail.
So my reverie is confused.
An elephant’s tail I see as
a bottle brush, skinny, floppy.
I had heard, read, or seen somewhere
“the behemoth’s tail sways like a
cedar” which immediately
brought to mind the elephant’s trunk.
This trance has the power to amuse
I ponder the thought of a writer
who mistook the front end for the
rear end of an elephant and
in typical dream fashion had
created a new fantasy -
the legendary behemoth.
At this point my head went on cruise
drifting to comic books of old,
where behemoth is a monster
set in the tales of Atlantis.
I recall a trip with puppets
electric eels, whirlwinds, quicksand
from the brilliant minds at Marvel.
For writers impelled by a muse
to pen our imaginations,
dreams make perfect sense while dreaming.
Sweats, rapid heart beats are the proof
when we awake in frantic haste
to get it all down on paper
before our mind reverts to truth.
Categories:
behemoth, animal, muse, writing,
Form: Verse