Best Bottom Of The Barrel Poems
Born to the sea
Mind of water, flowing thoughts;
The currents beneath your words could change us all.
River heart, born to the sea;
The solace we seek waves to you and to me.
Join me on this voyage, over water, to a new land.
All hands on deck chairs are temporarily in the sand.
Cast ashore to repair our vessel,
But soon we shall cruise again, so hoist that sail.
Raise it so high, that the crow's nest will not be our peak
And the land dwellers will be the last people that we would wish to meet.
My crew and I are setting off on an adventure;
A journey across the deep blue, to a land of mischief and wonder.
The undiscovered land, on the other side of a new life.
We be pirates, so we be; so raise that Jolly Roger flag upon high.
Let all who see our symbol know the story of our ship.
The unsinkable voyager;
A blast from the past, blowing through the wind.
Raise the sails and let the wind take us in and move us on
And throughout the jagged edged cliffs and beyond!
And on past the mermaids that sit upon the rocks,
Singing such enchanting songs
And on past the things that they call ‘The Leviathan’.
Release the Kraken! The foulest beast from the Gods up above
And we shall continue this trek into the darkest of the rum.
To the bottom of the barrel, right down to the Admirals eye.
Let the birds be our guide to our next paradise.
Land ahoy! There be treasure there for sure;
So onward ya scurvy rats and be prepared to fight once more!
We are damned to forever sail,
Since the life at sea swallowed our cursed souls;
Now we travel these high seas in search of more silver and gold.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
the list that was a fist
a) it is possible
b) it is inevitable
chained to a million pleasures
an astonishing compendium of compulsions
honed bright with a fool's ardor
the kind you'd wish for in a movie script
undulating at the tar pits of amor
the land rich with autographs
bruised and humiliated reciting the alphabet
backwards on the curb with Officer *****
a limited perspective but not without its ironies
blazing trails to metabolic equilibrium
using every crutch and cane there is
to seek out and embrace ignorance
in a fanciful play of medieval shadows
colliding with the grace of mosh pit elbows
and that pretty much nails it
the rest is a problem of amplification
if looking can blind you I'm blind
he seems to have a button gone missing
ripe to the skies with the stink of deduction
hell was upon us and none grieved
in statistically relevant numbers
apparently they had finally reached
the bottom of the barrel
we still wage war upon feudalism
good advice for any century or cemetery
touch something holy once in a while
and mighty Thor will wing above
ah sure right uh huh you bet
needing humor the wires tried to sing
the blades of the switch bit the anode
all is broadcast everywhere right now
on all the boogie woogie coordinates
how's that for karmic indifference
some curse some utter gratitude
may the good fairy console you
and turn the illusion of warmth
up a little higher
since it hasn't yet been made a crime
to destroy your own mind
until the foundations of the world
thunder and come apart like cooked meat
but working on the problem
is better than nothing
even if you really don't know
all that you think you know
even if hideously scarred in battle
a terra cotta bust hot from the oven
smelling of sulfur and bruises
tempted by radiance and music and poetry
which could get you jailed tonight
so pretend you have wide angle vision
under a curse with an escape clause
in varying pedantic proportions
for another illegal exit
from Average and its Law
played to hI fives all around
kindling fires of rebellion
the Metaphor League saw to it
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Seriously thinking of calling it quits
I'm rapidly running out of gas
Dragging up stuff from the bottom of the barrel
Scrounging around looking for inspiration
Can't seem to find any anymore
Think to myself it'll pass
Not quite so sure this time around
Maybe just the mood I've been in lately
Lost my fun loving approach to things
Perhaps my age is finally having an impact
And I'm finally growing up
Well whatever the reason
It's not exciting and new anymore
Everything has a beginning and an end
I am not resigning from the site
I am just backing off a bit
I have too many friends here that I would miss
I hope you will all understand
You guys are and have always been
© Jack Ellison 2014
The Cockies are in trouble, they can’t live off the land
Mortgaged out of existence with the need to expand
Hope like the land eroding, luck just giving out
Bushies fighting continually, fire, floods and drought
And so the Banks are now the terror every cockie dreads
As they climb into debt fighting their overhead
Yet here in the big cities do we even bloody care
About their rural problems, the despair the bushies share
Streuth the bloody farmers live off the fat of the land
What galahs to think sugar a great way to expand
The fat cats watch their stocks rise in world market shares
The need to make big profits about Aussie battlers who cares
Then shares dropping to the bottom and life ain’t so sweet
Everyone struggling with mortgages they now can’t meet
Of course the Aussie farmer has been down this road before
But its getting harder the Banks now shut the door
Payment after payment, to keep the dream alive
No more borrowings so how will they now survive
Friendly creditors turn nasty destroying many lives
Scrubbing floors and cleaning the lot of many wives
Men trying to keep head above water, shattered lie the dreams
Australia where are you heading a disillusioned cockie screams
While Bankers in their ivory Towers no comfort do they lack
They the mortgage holders reap the rural lands outback
Farms, cattle and sheep stations, for generations were owned
By proud settlers and farmers those Kings are now dethroned
By prices and rising taxes, the bloody creditors and Banks
The bottom of the barrel, the battling farmers only thanks
Many facing foreclosure, they have nowhere else to go
While others are trying desperately, a profitable seed to sow
Farms soon under the hammer to the highest bidder they're sold
Blood suckers watch what you are doing, when you sell your soul for gold.
We thought it would last forever,
not a kink in the endless chain of supplies;
Now more than the store shelves
are coming up continuously empty;
Still the menu is good to change,
maybe get out grandma’s old recipe;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
We thought it was just gonna go away,
the trucks would always deliver more eggs;
Then omelettes became a luxury item,
‘Snickers’ were all we could afford or find;
Starvation ended with ‘We are the World.’
Western civilization? That’s impossible;
North America is flooded with resources;
Regrow endless crops on soil rich land;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist;
Bottom of the barrel no trash to steal;
Private property gardens, no trespassing;
Outlaws armed with skills and dirty hands,
Off grid not for sale, can’t steal from them;
The wealthy can get whatever they need,
or so the one percent always thought;
No amount of money in the world
can buy you food that doesn’t exist.
While scraping the bottom of the barrel with nothing left
God promised I’ll make it, but not by myself
So when he gave me you, I felt heaven’s wealth
The vision in you took away my breath
It woke me up and guided me in the right direction
You gave me the knowledge before I made a selection
Of choosing choices I were meant to be best in
And the right paths to heaven, which I’ll later rest in
When the devil started messing, you were my blessing
The moral compass is spinning
Democracy’s light is dimming
The country faces ruin
The lies just keep on coming
No honour, dignity or integrity remains
In this government that fails and wanes
Scraping the bottom of the barrel
Our leaders are the worst kind of self-important, sociopathic rabble
Lies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just keep feeding the lies to the dim witted.
Make sure we get all their money.
Let them starve and suffer, it’s so funny!
Throw parties while they’re dying.
Laugh and joke while they’re crying.
Lie about anything and everything.
Lie about lying.
Let the people die crying because thanks to us England is now dying.
I am the root.
I am the green fuse.
I am the stem, the bud,
the dry twig,
and the stealthy footstep
that snaps it in the night.
I am the rising hair on the back of your neck.
I am Merlin, the bard,
and I sing of it all.
I am the bard of warm sheets,
and insincere ones as much.
I am the empty gesture,
and the chill that sets upon the pillow.
I am Love itself, and the murderer of Love.
I am the arrow on its mark.
I am the dregs of wine
at the bottom of the barrel.
I am the wrong unredressed,
and the debt long unpaid.
I am Merlin, the bard,
And I remember it all.
I am the vocation unheeded,
the monk with no prayer,
and the lusty nun, alone in her bed.
I am the trickster.
I am my own mother and my own father,
incubus and succubus, one and the same.
I am the milky breath of your firstborn.
I am the scent of his decay.
I am Merlin the Conjurer,
and I conjure it all.
I am the rising star in your firmament
and the wellspring of your dreams.
I am the grains of sand in your hourglass.
I am your merciless mirror, year after year.
I am the green moss awaiting your bones.
I am the greedy worms.
I am your life’s purpose,
and the odds against it.
I am your last chance.
I am all the times you turned back.
I am your fresh start.
I am the gnome, the sylph,
the salamander, and the undine.
I am the severed head, the cauldron,
and the threefold death.
I am the angel.
I am the serpent.
I am the hawk that circles in the blue.
I am each letter of your name.
I am Merlin, the bard.
I am you.
And I sing of us all.
ive been to the bottom of the barrel
it was in my head
the critical self hatred poisoned my well wishing
dare i strive to become whom I want
pasteurized and organized to fit
my odd ways having no polarity
id rather be this than that
inexplicably me
i watched my parents fail to stay stable
rotten to the core before the tree dropped me
i saw hard work end in poverty
people telling stories
only I can tell mine
drinking the salt water and swimming in brine
pierce my flesh
and you can see my stone gaze
take back what you thought had on me
my pain will be yours
i bend your impressions to rude awakenings
its my pleasure
ive been told by multiple people
id never
not without
watch me surpass you
and not wave as I go by
this fire and rage just a catalyst for visions
a quest within
Poetry has left me again
I’ve bled the hills and trees for words
I’ve searched for verbs in the hours
When someone fills the emptiness
I will have no need for pronouns
No talk or fragments fulfills you
I woke frenzied in the morning
Put on headphones to muzzle thoughts
Anything but to hear your silence
When coffers are empty of nouns
I scrape the bottom of the barrel
Hoping for slick prepositions
You goad me to write an opus
To paint my vain adjectives true
To color not wanting replies
Resurrect wordly as Jesus did
Real as adverbs without fullness
To ascend to servers in glory
Craft a mind razor-sharp each day
Cutting through pronoun’s bull
Swinging conjunctions as swords
This poem has hemorrhaged me
I’ve bled for you till nothing’s left
Grammar paler with my emptiness
Careless of my prideful sharpening
Decimating mourning subjects
Fill me when objects go empty
*** Ecclesiastes 1:2
'Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.'
I know U got another corner to bend
So I’m gonna tell U what I know
It’s my ear I’m about to lend
I’ll share my experiences with U
That I have lived along the way
From the bottom of the barrel
To the bright sunshine’s rays
Just trying to help U
So U don’t fall and can see brighter days
So journey short, journey long
I can’t guarantee I will be there
But for U I will stay strong
Just as long as U continue to fight for urself
Listen to others but don’t let it affect ur health
U’ll make it ur way
Ur reason
Ur rhyme
Weather or not U make it
With a lot of money or a dime
U’ll still have a place here
No matter how long ure gone
Could be a day or year
Remember, this place ure always accepted
Never be turned away
No matter how humble of place I have to stay
I’ll always here what U have to say
So if ure there and I’m here, if ure in trouble
U can always look this way
It's crazy how we as humans debate these great things
We brave situations daily, with masks on, we hate this
Everyday the same thing, and instead of searchin'
For greatness and we become complacent servants
On a day to day basis, we waste so much time waiting...
Sitting around and trying to buy our way to a permanent vacation
Every time we think we have made it the novelty faded...
Back to the bottom of the barrel; Scraping, shaping our patience
We are degrading our faith because we are making our lives spacious
For what?
Have we become shameless?
For a future that from the start was tainted
For something that you wanted so much you could have never hated it...
We have developed so many faces it has left us faceless...
Why?
Was it our tastelessness? Or was it the blatant whip?
It may have been a self-righteous stagnant graceless flagrance
You cannot mask the fragrance of a wound so much greater than it's
creator
We liked the music but we changed the station,
We were presented with a buffet of opportunities
We piled our plates without any hesitation...
Get your two cents in
Even when it's hard to see, walk like you can see these thieves
Be relentless in your adventures and never forget to mention the credit
The people who were there for you, they were not scared of you
They stood by you even though no one else cared for you...
Although you might never forget the truth,
There are people who will fight for you!
People who would ruin their lives for you!
They would die for you!
They share your vision and they believe in you
Don't you dare lie, you better speak the truth...
It is a bad place to be born,
the first breath you breathe
is drawn from dregs of scorn
And you get rolled from day one,
passed around like a bottle of rum
Then they toss you to the curb,
after emptying you when they’re done
You age real quick where I come from,
there’s always a full clip in an angry gun
And the jails are always teeming
with a can-I-bum another cigarette wasted bum
You have a lot of idle time on your hands
in the places where I became a star alum
Learned a variety of skills
that are not conducive to contributing
positively to society
Dennis wasn’t the only menace, believe me
When you’re locked up in a cage,
the only thing you dream about is roaming free
Each day you fight to control the rage
But in my conscious state,
the things I most thought about was:
What am I now,
and who will I be?
At the bottom of the barrel,
those life changing things
you can’t never see
She's not rich
but can have money in her pocket
She's not perfect
but she doesn't do everything wrong
She doesn't have the best attitude
but she's not the meanest person you'll contact
She may not be fine to you
but she's pretty to me
She's not yours
but she's mine
She's not at the peak of her life
but she's not at the bottom of the barrel
She might think it's taking too long
but she knows that God will step in right on time
She may not have many friends
but Mama Jo and I are numbers 1 and 2
She's not a counselor
but she gives me advice anytime
She doesn't have a college education
but she does have her high school diploma
She may not be the smartest person
but she knows a lot
She's not the Lord and cannot work miracles
but she's my mom,
She's the best mom
and no one can do it better.
I am the bottom of the barrel I am the lonely soul you steal they call me the devil yes I am for real your just in time make a plea deal I can take your soul or you can explode ahahaha ........ this isn't a t.v. episode Wanna deal the devil his due Or are you gunna take the child from school either way you are mine ahahahah ..i laugh again as you can see there is no line I will be here waiting for you to screw up you wont have to look up he wont help you when you do the deed your gunna be sent to me to bleed I will peel your skin off one layer at at a time I will even make you part of my shrine who knows I may even take it off of your behind But I laugh at you and say that you are screwed all because... ahahahahahahha........ you did take the kid from school I will kind to you at first Take my hand I will remove you from this earth to your new home in a underground layer I will even introduce you to all my slayers they will greet you with open arms And yessss...... they will do you harm You dont have to worry they will never go away to left you off torching you all day