A tusked wolf dips its paw into the brine
the sea is its restless mother.
A proto creature, its bones already growing
razorback fins and horns, it must seek a shell
to hide beneath. The fanged manatee dies for love.
Before the porpoise leapt, before the whale shipped
its gray prow,
Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other
through a gibbosity of flesh. Where the skin flew,
rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws, while
blind behemoths burst out from small pods.
a saline transitioning that even now
wave-washes my naked feet, as the sea
plows me deep -
and does this cold moonlight reveal
the hidden talons of my ever-flowing father?
There is talk of peace..Yet Much conflict goes on' where are the drainstream media.? When such bad things in islam are
Going on.' Is there only one prisim? Through which the world can be viewed..I answer no.' As the false dawn of the
Insitu; behemoths is cut away.' a sad fractured reality
Comes now into our view.'
There is something about an autumn’s fog
Specifically in the morning sun
It’s like a scene in a fantasy book
Enchanting, wispy, ethereal, magic
Forests - as if behemoths slumber within
Winds carry the whispers of elves hidden
Beneath the boughs the dryads dance delight
A dragon’s roar - bringing terror and fright
I wish to live in such a world sometimes
A world where sorcery is not fiction
But I’d imagine it would be mundane
so a whimsy is what it will remain
Concrete Jungle Dreams
midst the towering giants,
The silver and glass behemoths,
I walk, a speck of dust
In the grand scheme of life.
Their shadows cast upon me,
As I tread the well-worn paths,
Stepping over the cracks in the pavement,
My breath misting in the frigid air.
The City that never sleeps,
Her beating heart in sync with mine,
Each pulse a reminder of the dreams,
The aspirations that lie within.
A cacophony of sounds and sights,
The blaring horns, the flashing lights,
A tapestry of chaos and order,
Woven together in perfect harmony.
I pause for a moment, a brief respite,
Inhaling the essence of the concrete jungle,
And as I exhale, I see,
The dreams and possibilities are woven into the very fabric of New York.
Jumping over the jagged rocks of Jupiter's sixty-seventh moon
My soles are bleeding, but my soul continues chasing the memory
Maneuvering between boulder and ice
Irritating eyes to turn frost-bitten
Bitter wind whirling across my cheeks calling attention to the sky
Surrendering a quasar to quiet my noise and drown out darkness
Distant behemoths to haunt and torment
Terrestrial echoes of another life
Legs pumping violence since leaping across the volcanoes of Venus
Visions stream and seep into my subconscious, scratching the surface
Stars blind but ignite a fuse
Fueling the search for my story
Stored somewhere in the brainstem to throw my body off balance
Breathing hitches and heart rate halts, the race interrupted
Ions charging at one another
As the Greeks attacked Troy
Totally silenced for a mere moment in that grey galaxy sleeping
Soundly in the cold recesses as realization rocket-launches past neurons
Neon panic propels me to Neptune
Numbing nerves to prepare for judgment
en*L*I*G*H*T*ened babbling shocks
burst out of bubbling rocks
bright spots erupt over a smoldering landscape
(hot inflation begets Pomp & Circumlocution)
snowballs explode in a gritty paradise
yellow dust smothers moaning misfits
balloons hover over missing minds
(Look on the BRIGHT side!)
it’s simply a B*r*I*g*H*t uproar
skyscraping warriors lock & load
happily pull heat-seeking triggers
(taking out floating bull's-eyes)
Operation OMG has commenced!
guided by blowback from barreling behemoths
chasing mercurial probes flying with hypersonic ease
(gilded ghosts pierce an overheated stratosphere)
Watch that great, hot, metal disk spin on the burning horizon.
It bellows waves of undulating bronze
pouring brilliance over rolling hilltops below.
Its dazzling glare gives way to long, dark shadows,
cast by a myriad of towering green behemoths
gathering together beneath that metallic sky.
In stillness, they discuss the earth's darkest secrets.
*Image of Apple Pickeress by Pixabay
A Slice of Hope
An apple announces avarice appealing advice
before behemoths bite biblical bits by
connection, can causality creatively compromise chronology
distancing disastrous demonic development duly dissuade
eating Eden's elated enlightenment edibleness evermore?
2022 August 03
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 August 07
The Chinese ....and their grand Olmypics.
First, they gave us CoVID and death!
Now torture brought about by behemoths.
You scream about Iranainans.
The Chinese, now worse than bloodless
Transylvanians.
Organs taken as if they were kites.
By atheistic Chinese in blood filled
starless nights.
Olympians starved, and where were
your minds? Certainly not on the Christ.
All nations having gone to totally bling!
Unless, of course, they were Chinese.
2-18- 2022
Wind sweeps down the side of the mountain
Crosses tracks and flings itself across the river,
First slapping against the sides of the tugboats
Causing the deckhands to shiver and curse
As they check the lashing between the barges,
Several days before they reach the sun
And longer still before arriving at the delta,
In the meantime, they work as fast as they can
with pea coats fastened against oncoming blasts
Of bitter chill, and careful avoiding icy patches
On the walkways of the behemoths they tame
Young men romanticize working on the river,
Unaware of the dangers, seems an easy job.
They do not know of bodies mangled, crushed
Chain unhitched, a single misstep, a sudden jerk
When least expected, pay beneficiaries for a life.
written December 9, 2021
Coming
from the
catastrophic chaos
As cacophonous clowns
cling to lies
& wallow in conspiracy theories
Going
through the
growing gloam
As deluded deniers
deny reality
& revel in ancient myths
Burrowing
below the
benighted behemoths
As the light of reason dims
& the world is devoured
by supernatural darkness
Flying
above the
fiendish fables
As we endure in an idiocracy
& evade the alternate realities
of mendacious psychopaths
While mayhem reigns over the centuries
the endless wars and suffering
snakes eating their own tails
buzzards pouncing on bloated babies
endless cycles of conquest and oppression.
A few behemoths stomping on a million minions
God why are you not stripping them of their glass boots.
Why are you not uniting the meek
where is our inheritance.
I have stood on many shores
and felt the long evolution of the deepest waves
where life spawns its leaping adaptions.
I have listened
to the trumpeting of great armored sea-bulls
echoing in the shallow bladder-wrack,
and on that splashing surface
invisible snouts blow from
an ancient depth below.
There where the tusked wolf
first dipped a paw into brine
a proto-creature struggling to survive
its bones already growing
razorback fins.
There also did the fanged manatee
thunder in its savage heart
as it plowed the screeching storms,
tempests that shaped its life
with its glittering saws.
Before the porpoise leapt
before the whale shipped its gray prow
Jekyll and Hyde clawed each other
through a gibbosity of flesh,
and where the skin flew
rat tails grew gills and jagged jaws,
behemoths burst from
slow wading, pod sheltering strays.
All churned in a rolling race
as if a keen edged spray
modeled bones,
a frantic saline transitioning
that even now
as I stand by a washing tide
calls and plows me deep
seeking my own extinct
and monstrous forms.
Impressive
behemoths
iconic eyefuls
clutter its
cortex that
is of the
manmade
plateau as
it rises from
end to end
sloping in
its outstretched
suburbia that
is hunkered
down as its
supportive
role model
surrounding
the panoramic
scope of its
hub, the
lifeline both as
survivors in their
own respective
appearances,
branching
outwardly made
up of smaller
towns and
villages of
cul-de-sacs,
mom & pop stores,
schools, and
playgrounds
that sorts out
as a piece of
a miniature
Americana
being its
salvation
from a workday
to a night play
a microcosm
of endless
tearing down
and building
up in this
city of lights
a metro-cosmos
that never sleeps
amidst tomorrow
eyes . . .
2020 January 26
Cityscape Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
in-flight convergence
by Michael R. Burch
serene, almost angelic,
the lights of the city extend
over lumbering behemoths
shrilly screeching displeasure
they say:
that nothing is certain,
that nothing man dreams or ordains
long endures his command
here the streetlights that flicker
and those blazing steadfast
seem one: from a distance;
descend?
they abruptly
part ways
so that nothing is one
which at times does not suddenly blend
into garish insignificance
in the familiar alleyways,
in the white neon flash
and the billboards of Convenience
and man seems the afterthought of his own Brilliance
as we thunder down the enlightened runways
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