Best Aftershocks Poems
Naked dunes recline and off the headland
Spume and dolphin fins hammer rocks,
Smithereens spraying skywards,
A roar of thunderous aftershocks.
Creeps in the tide and out again,
Leaving vortex swirls upon the sand,
Patterns changing, Neptune's scrawl,
Reclaiming atoms of the land.
The waxen polish on the surface
Holds the globules on the leather;
Droplet speckled transience,
Yet gripped in ever changing weather.
Grains of salt on lips that met,
And tasted ozone burning bright;
Devious undertow tugging feet,
Yet stand their ground in falling night.
With lighthouse tenacity, limpet strength,
Held each other, prayed for more,
And hewn of rock and ocean carved
Did yield instinctive on the shore.
Lost in a moment
A breath of time
A single point
On the worlds spine
A single minute
Frozen in space
Held by a kiss
Held in its place
It tingles
And shimmers
And shakes
And trimmers
It rolls
And rocks
In vicious
Aftershocks
But it holds
And lasts
Erasing
The past
Caught in time
A web of desire
Caught in a touch
A feeling of fire
A click of a shutter
A flick of a brush
A moment captured
By passion and lust
Feeling you tremble
Seeing you shake
Feeling the heat
The two of us make
Longing
And yearning
Throbbing
And burning
Moaning
And gasping
The moment
Is lasping
Grasping
Im holding
As I watch
You folding
Into my arms
Into my lap
Between my legs
Safely they wrap
Around your back
Pulling you close
Making you feel
What you need most
Look in your face
Look in your eyes
Kissing you soft
As the firelight dies
Feeling your mouth
Wet on my lips
Drinking you in
Your taste I sip
Running my tongue
Down your skin
Tasting your salt
Where my mouth has been
Your aching
And pressing
As your slowly
Undressing
Im touching
And feeling
Your body
So willing
So hot
You get
making
you wet
making you
moan
making you
sweat
Lost in this moment
This breath of time
This single point
Frozen in time
Holding you tight
As you fall asleep
This moment this memory
Forever ill keep
Your voice hits like aftershocks—
the way you'd pause
before each goodbye
(I was too scared to end it then)
Those midnight stories and stupid jokes,
painting darkness with our laughter...
Your words sparked something
I couldn't name
but felt in my bones
I'd call for nothing,
just needing to break
through these paper-thin walls
& empty spaces
where your voice used to live
My phone glows at 4 AM
chances thin as winter light
I still hope it's you
through the static
your morning voice
half-asleep and fading
like these dreams I can't shake loose
-
Your thoughtless talking
Got me running and walking
Our reflection of cyber-sensation is not genuine
You're playing with my feelings and head now...that's mean...
Where have you been?
I have lost you...once again...
How can I forgive you, boo,
When we can't see face to face?
Searching all over for you too
Am I just this overwhelming disgrace?
Oh, What now?
Ah, now what?
You have taken me on levels of frustration...I weep sleep in awake agitation
Watching the process of abuse over the years
Shallow swimmer, shadows out if the closet of velvet hesitation
You and I together drives me in bittersweet tears
In instant return,
I get your rejection reflection
I internally burn
Not involved in your life of successful intervention....
Oh no, not anymore...
Hurt alone to the core...
I shed my blood of hate for our love on my own
And, in your eyes, I'm a pitiful fool and the aftershocks of your actions had made it known and let it be shown...I don't care, I'd rather bleed in the inside alone...
Alone, I will probably be...
Not alone, you're so free...
Your senseless subjection
Of my submissive affection
It astonishes me...
Mmmmm
Wholeheartedly
Mmmmm
It vanishes vainly...
Ahhhhhh
Unfortunately...
Ahhhhhh
Yet, fortunately...
Ah, oh so wistfully
It is incredibly of envy...
I have lived to witness momentarily...
Fair or not, I love who I want to...sorry, but not sorry
Suffocated by the overwhelming elevation you sent me from miles away
You're dominant to my passion-whelmed mind's eye I can't deny or even mutter a lie
Underrated and hated by the society that wants beauty without flaws, but I'm not that sun-shining day in California some even think or say
You're recessive to my heart's main focus and its target is what's truly in your heart of sticks and stones...is it of vibrant skies or of underground goodbye's, wrapped on in ribbons of why-do-I-even-try?
I'm not here to impress,
I'm here to, well, express
What's in my young heart
I know it's not a perfect masterpiece from the start
But I tried my best
To pass life's test
Here I am today, trying to tell the rest
That a cute poet, like a headstrong athlete, needs a good night's rest
Our love is like east to west...
Sorry, friend, but I won't detest
You and all you do for me
I am a land of captivity and you the sea of Liberty
My Body is literally Scared Up.
My Heart Is Torn
My Mind Screwed Up
I'm Sick To My Stomach, but I Can't Throw Up.
Unsatisfied by my performance in Life
Dreaming about A Rope To End a Life
Feeling Unloved from the ones that Raised Me.
Tears at Night Soaks Down To the Bed Springs
Look Up to My Big Brother; he is living a successful life.
Look at me; my heart is dying to live right.
I grew up in the slums Been Called Stupid and Dumb.
Soon Got The Diploma So Half The Battle is Won
My Eyes are Open Wide To see more Tears and Lies.
Colored Crack and Dope fiends These Are The Days Of Our Lives.
Mr. Colored Man Dare To Be Different
It's Time for a Change Say, Mr. President
A Colored Man Full of Emotion but Not Easily Broken, but can be Broken by a Woman Who says She loves Him Then Turns To another Man and Gives Her Love to Him
Through The Shakes, Turbulence, and Aftershocks Still, I Stand A Colored Man.
The tectonic plates of democracy are violently on the move
Social upheaval shaking the foundation stones of freedom and truth
Grappling with giants and wrestling with angels finding ourselves on
shifting sands
Civilization crumbling as an undercurrent of angry discord
slowly rumbles across the land
Reverberations of tyranny or the aftershocks of change,
what choice will democracy demand?
Points of contention have now become fault lines in the sand
As we gather on the ideological battlefield of man
I've wrote that I died with you. I warbled sonnets about our mutual loss and pain.
Now I try to find a pinpoint on the day of resurrection, of when my breath retook.
No, this sorrow never fades; the grief is always here, but slowly like a cataract
time grows and fills the eyes with a dull impressions of a life.
I remember weeping at loss, pain, grief. Begging light to chase the darkness.
I don't remember the first rays of sunshine, the mourning not quite done.
Today I think I have a rhythm, that's supposed to be me, but the edges of definite
are gray and smudged like a horizon of rain where the suns supposed to be.
My memories are like that of the storm, bold in the lightening of a moment
yet fluffed and fading in the darkness of the storming grief. For what is me?
Do we come to a single point where we are an exclamation of our past?
Does our history define us? Our blood and bonds design our personalities?
I have no history. Not that I can name. My childhood memories overshadowed
by that the single bolt of horror, grief like aftershocks that crumpled my psyche.
Who can give me details of our life before your death? No ones left to speak.
Who but you can tell me about my infancy, or adolescent schemes?
In grief I wrote I died with you, dramatic at its best. But here I find I might truly have,
for I'll never find that fledgling flight. Who will tell me what the pictures mean?
All you left for me is lost, but those fuzzy infant memories. Truly orphaned
there is no past to see. Who will tell me of your legacies?
I have nothing left of you but me, who will speak of you to me?
A shiver within.
The body shakes.
Like aftershocks
From small earthquakes
The dam is bursting.
Enter the flood.
With waves of emotion
Left misunderstood.
Earthquake in my heart stop rumbling,
The storm has subsided the ebb is low,
Veins flow with fire, unsated no more.
Tremors and aftershocks come and go
I live with love now on another shore.
It's been 5 or 6 years, I think, when we sent our last replies. If I'm not mistaken, your last message to me was an emoticon-a happy face. Then I replied it with a happy emoticon as well. It's been like forever since the last time I felt really in love. That every night, I would stay up late just to talk with you about nonsense topics. But with you, talking, everything else, though it's nonsense, becomes meaningful. It's been a long time since I laughed really hard again. Some sort of laugh associated with an embarrassing snort. Those were the times when I was so in love with you. Then now, after a long period of time, after a lot of hurricanes and earthquakes and other calamities have passed, you're here again. Talking to me. Making me feel the same way. The excitement, rush, nervousness, happiness, love, and everything combined. I thought I've moved on already. But I guess it's not that easy.
Today, storm surges are still barging into the walls of my heart. Aftershocks still tremble my feelings. And I'm still in a catastrophe, hoping to be rescued by your love.
'TWAS 4PM yesterday, my daughter called and shouted.
"Did you feel the earthquake, Mom?"
Oddly, I did not, though we live near each other.
Last night there were forty aftershocks.
I felt so cheated somehow and I pouted.
Life must need a spark when a earthquake you must feel!
Perhaps become a man, like Caitlyn Jenner, would be more fun.
Wear lovely dresses and my hair in a man-bun?
Oops, cannot do that either?
The Woke-Parol demanded I may not call it that!!
I have the perfect answer.. Binary-Bun!!
Perfect for summer, as I race for Governor of California.
As my faithful followers, cheer me on!
In this most auspicious, political race.
Come on down, if you can you keep pace!!
7/9/2021
Caitlyn Jenner...running to unseat Gavin Newsom,
Known as "Lockdown Louie!"
Cafted in purity through the veins of the Serengeti
A writing based on a search for natural beauty
An enriched relaxer for the lion's mane and golden coat
Raindrops that burn black spots on an otherwise plain cat
Smudges of puddled ink for the springbok's leap
Drew a mustache over the baboon's pouting lips
As he mockingly attempts to improve on my mistakes
Across my face a reflection of satisfaction over the lake
Briefly, a plane expression of a perfect horizon
Momentarily, a paw print in wet ink through the killing zone
The ripples felt like aftershocks in the now overrun grooves
At the tip of the antelope's raised tail and twitch of hooves
The signature is complete with elephant mud sprays
And birdsong of fresh air's clear tunnel of new prays
Flipping earlobes at the sound of a mosquito's buzz
All is forgiven in this flowing balance of life's breeze
Early morning rumbling sound
As shouting people run around
Remembering the former bout
Trembling world near wiped us out
Hoping soon the nightmare ends
Quivering, quaking terrain bends
Underneath the fallen land
Aftershocks almost as grand
Kneeling down we hope and pray
Earthquake's terror goes away
It is dreadfully bitter
The taste of my imprudence
A brackish reminder
Bubbling acrid froth
Impossible
To choke back
Aftershocks heave and pitch my
Shaky foundation
Acid courses over
My
Dreams
Destroying hope of
Amaranthine love
The brine erodes each stone
So well
Etches them with its indifferent regard
Leaving me a caustic cocktail
To slake a ruthless thirst
Nothing is sweet
Everything
Burns
Dreams are best left for dreamers
I will gather stones for my foundation
Solo flight of being
Thoughtless future dreaming
Youthful selfish leanings
Naked upon life's rock
Acute awareness of nothingness
Reacting to emotive aftershocks
Instinct's organic aspiration
Epiphany of pedigree
Exalt the next generation
Miraculous child unfolds
Gifting precocious flair
Majestic miracle you mould
Fringes of soul are reached
Contour of love explodes
To adore and heal and teach
Keener morph of meaning
Hallmark hearts of harmony
Fused together, dance forever
Father esteemed identity
Curve of earthly heaven
Defining dauntless destiny