Best Blobs Poems
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
I waken to a rush of sound and light.
Somebody honks a horn as cars whiz past.
My friend has driven us into the night
and to a place where life is moving fast.
I sit upright so I might take it in.
The skyline is a smear of pulsing glow.
Resplendent is this blur amidst the din
of traffic. I see artwork of Van Gogh!
A starry starry night could not compare
To how this city looks when I’m half blind.
But now I grab the glasses which I wear
for my nearsightedness, which tricks my mind.
The street lights - still so bright - are right and clear
when blobs of luminescence disappear!
The scrambled word is T A R N D A I
Written 10/3/14 by Andrea Dietrich
For the "Find the Puzzle" Poetry Contest of nette onclaud
Initially, it appears
Jackson Pollock's interspatial painting
"Ocean - Tribute,"
overtly oversteps the boundaries of abstract art.
And the eye struggles
to validate its bewildering beauty,
hidden amongst the dribbled droplets of paint!
But then, seemingly spontaneously,
the blobs and dapples of color
intermingle in purpose.
And you see a kaleidoscope of shapes
and forms merge and disperse
into limitless shifting patterns;
as your imagination
gains access to the artist's dream.
Unique to the beholder:
interpretations tap into the imagination,
to abstractly convey cemetery and fluid motion
in the natural cadence of chaos.
Beyond beautiful; it's breathtaking!
Something about paint
I absolutely adore!~feeling more
fluid-thinking when wearing an
old smock, branded with dashes and
blobs, to my mind each
one a stripe of rank with starry
splashes my medals –
like coral reefs
like florescent algae
a new canvas primed, runny
with liquid motion; I thrust
my igniting brush...somewhat
sad when all is dried and
framed; yet the good ones
remain tacky to the touch,
delightfully smeary to
the eye~like the wetted
hands of children, bringing their
innate patterns into active focus --
I think, when it comes to poetry
the ocean will never be entirely
emptied: what mysterious lyrics
lurk in such black, unrhymed depths –
by the magma-vents, like moths
writers are drawn to eerie glows,
shadowy forms~dauntless, ready to
risk even death for fiery licks
and rapturous cuddles....
The lava blobs have no fixed form,
Each rising, glowing in a surging storm.
They gather, swell, then they drift apart,
Ascending from a soft, warm, molten heart.
Each shining bloom appears by chance,
Like new romance in a fleeting dance.
No shape is promised, none can stay!
Yet every bloom brightens someone's day!
Lava lingers, oozes, slow and wise,
It never asks, nor wonders, reasons why.
It climbs with hope, then sinks with disgrace,
Leaving warmth well behind without a trace.
Its flow is mesmerizing to see,
Each pulse returns, yet differently.
Like waves that break upon a shore,
Or clouds that churn, billow, and soar.
Love, too, will swell, gently yield,
Reshaping all that lies below concealed.
It folds and melds, to find more space,
Surging in moments of brief borrowed grace.
No form can hold what hearts pursue,
Yet every change reveals something new.
Billowing, beyond what hands have caught,
Until the longing, finds the shape it sought.
Coronavirus COVID-19
Coronavirus! What is it?
Is a virus or is it a bit
Of China using your sinus
To infect the COVID-19 virus
As biological weapon
To teach us a lesson.
Not to kill,
But to give a cold chill;
Cripple the enemy
From now to eternity.
Masses of humanity
Driven to insanity.
Skirmishing over
Water, toilet paper
Cleaning supplies
And hand sanitizers.
Schools, church masses, entertainment centers,
And all criminal and civil trials court dates
Canceled. A fear and trepidation
Of exposure at large gatherings; in every nation.
No cure for the coronavirus exist
And it could take a year or more to find one; they predict.
3/14/2020
"Works Cited"
Quote: World Health Organization director-general Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus assured people on Twitter last week that “actually it’s not airborne.” He went on to clarify that “[i]t spreads from person to person through small droplets from the nose or mouth which are spread when a person with #COVID19 coughs or exhales.” According to this way of thinking, the blobs of viral particles that get expelled from coughs and exhales are too big to float around; so they mainly cause infection by landing onto someone close, or by dropping on a surface from which they’re later transferred to someone’s body via touch.
https://www.wired.com/story/they-say-coronavirus-isnt-airborne-but-its-definitely-borne-by-air/
Retro thrusters, smokey hot,
Thunder in the dim of night.
Sprouting things all green and broke,
Mutant brains are taking flight.
Mole like beasts with huge blind eyes
Push and pour from glowing holes.
Corpses scream with undead cries.
Gelatinous blobs expand with souls.
Bodies flail in polka-dot bikinis
While death rays rip through flesh and bone.
Heady cyborgs sip oily martinis
With metallic olives that chirp and groan.
Curious apparitions haunt vampiric covens
Of werewolves and werecats without revulsions.
Scientists (most mad) create life in lab ovens
In the midst of their monstrous id compulsions.
But the worst and most horrific to face
Are those poetry spouting people beaters,
Cannibalistic abominations from outer space:
The shunned and reviled Purple People Eaters.
The inhabitants of Quintar V
Were in many ways like Man
They evolved from legless blobs
And from the unkind sea
Ventured onto land.
Their technology advanced
In only a few thousand years.
Hyperspace was soon available.
So the greater minds left to search the stars.
For many light years they travelled.
Through universes and galaxies galore
Generations grew up on their ships
The young were taught space ship skills
And prepared in peace to greet new life.
Eventually they came upon Earth.
And at Roswell began their descent.
But despite all the knowledge gained.
The spaceship into the ground crashed.
The brainiest creatures in all the Milky Ways
Did not know how to land.
what's goin on here
yeah yo hot momma and yo soul sistah
fightin and freakin
smilin then pic-pac-pic-pac wrestlin
and you makin me go go go
to start another smokin show,
c'mon lousy dudes
bombin away from all the swoosh
stinkin candy messin down usher soup
if ya ain't in the groove, go darn losers..move!
better hip it up sloppy studs
ya , ya wazzup, monster burpin blobs
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( geez...i'll understand if you want to clobber me... lol!)
...for PD's hilarious " my worst poem ever"
and #1 poem contest
gods live among
my gleaming blobs
I want to know
how you can reach me
should breaths topple
on fading lights.
My contour swells
far into clouds open
to keep glazed pellets
from devouring my eyes…
the wind,
the elements swarm inside me
as I watch your heartbeat
pulsate...I am
enthralled!
THOU I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEATH, I FEAR NO EVIL
Stricken but not stripped
Cursed but never coursed
Shot and never block
Stomped but stopped
Broke but never fell
Slapped to be crushed
And drag down in hell
So you stand there to take a laugh…
Drowning in a pool
To swim I never knew
To scream is like to call for more
Darkness to crave in like Mr Croc
Wiggling and shaking his tale towards me
To consume me as his night meal as he is good at
Fog creeps in
Thick clouds floods in
Lightning making a scar
The sun hides out
Trees glooms on
While the moon shines off
The wolfs may haul
To the tear that cries out
For the blood that splits out
As the sharks and scavengers approaches
Only to see the face… face drop,
But they, not knowing
Not knowing that from within
Deep inside at the core
There in the heart that blobs
Lit a candle
Though smelted down to no form
The top of it shines a flame
Joyfully sings and dances
Like a new born baby seeing his mom coming
And knowing that rich treasures of milk is to be served
The flame,
That glows in the night
Like a lighthouse at the seashore
That could be seen by sailors from afar
And giving them hope
That there is life nearby
And the sailing and wriggling is about to be over
Because there is rest
The light,
The light a sign of life
Life to be alive
Alive and has defeated
Defeated and knocked him out
Because the light never gives up
And though he can take his best shot
Draining all he has and all he could he wont
And he will never
Never as he wishes to turn off
Turn off the light
Because it was lit from above
And thou I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil
Author Neo Masetlane
My footsteps
Looking back at the background
The footsteps I created
Memories began to flash back like they are present
All the deeds and the said thought
All the vows and promises signed down
And all those hopes and wishes envied at
With the intention I had and the amour I put on
Back in my mind I knew it wasn't easy but my foolish pride led to it
For the earning of the heart that was beating so dearly I dived in
But wait, what was I diving into.. I just thought of it now
I forgot that once the glass is broken not even glue can stick it back
I ignored my eyes now they have turned into a water fountain
I stretch my hands forth gosh so much shaking
Afraid to reflect back it's a nightmare
Scared to step out, only a string I am left with to hang on
Windows shut down I might join the wind collision
Down locked up I might be snatched away
Roof tightened up to get the sun out um so ashamed
The remaining heart pieces that blobs within
That fierce sword that slew it through, no mercy
Leaving one half, the other side is a mystery
Every beat, then the silence wait
Waiting for the response, teardrop
Tears rolls down for the is no one to comply with
But dust and dirt down the valley as the eye peeks
Deep down there across the river,
Beneath the tree, among the green lilies
There she stands,
And through my mind words flash by,
Simply saying, love is war...
Author Neo Masetlane
SpacePoet
So many take all things for granted
it doesn't take much just to say
with a smile thank you very much
even when feeling like blobs of clay
All the basic necessities of life
this we have fully in abundance
so much of the world hasn't got
this be seen just taking a glance
I am so thankful for all I've got
a loving wife, a house to call home
food aplenty, retirement to enjoy
the joy to read and write a poem
Enjoy nature all around on many walks
have ears to listen to music so pure
to believe in God and His salvation
receive His son as saviour to be sure
I can truly smile full and free
tell Jesus thank you very much
for all the blessings I've received
to eternally feel His tender touch
( Looking back on my old writing, I thought this needed a fresh airing, hope it encourages those that read it.)
Bubbling bacon
basks on the bright blaze
blobs blow up,
burning beautifically on coal beds
The bark below bothers me
as I lay back taking the bite:
the branch bears the burden
of my tired bones
*Just a note, this is basically a joke written to try and figure out a genre, not really a serious poem*
Atonement
Words laden with regrets spilled over profusely
Regurgitating blobs of ancient narcissistic deed
Awaken realization for vanity obfuscates reality
Enchanted by the force of hallucinogenic greed
To gyrations life dances oblivious towards time
Sparks amidst a storm ignites portentous skies
As Earth navigates apathy decimates the clime
Incredulous eyes evokes counsel from the wise
When youth ebbs spider webs embellish a face
Engrained memories from yesteryear reappear
The future herald adversities he must embrace
Bestowed clemency atonement overpower fear
08/21/2018
11:34 p.m.
Aboard "Vision of the Seas"
Cruising toward Mykonos, Greece