Best Cave Poems
Timeless Cave
Hidden deep out of time on a limestone cliff
its entrance for the ages concealed
paw prints of cave bears on soft clay ground
and smoke-stained walls it harbored
but deeper, still deeper, farther in time
earth’s ancient origins still beckon
for an artist his palm prints left and man’s
greatest testament of eras bygone
panthers and cave lions on smoothed surfaces
lost voices from humanity’s past
he painted in the torches light from us closing
the distance and they all outlast
on cave walls, hyenas, and horses in flight
immortalized remains vibrant echoes
ringing through the millenniums
a masterpiece there lies
in the midst of stalactites and stalagmites,
man’s original Sistine Chapel still rests in peace.
There once was a crude Irish knave
Who hid deep within Fingal’s cave.
He felt it safe there to flee,
Thinking “naught could get to me”
Until swept away by a wave.
When r e a l i t y feels like
a poisoned paradise,
trapped in a claustrophobic cave,
strangling my spirit
with ice-cold claws of fate,
I close my fatigued eyes,
attuned to the mellifluous
flames of the moon-wings,
detached from the gravity
pulling me six feet below,
chained to a casket of chaos,
adorned with obsidian roses
clothed in ghost-veils of Lilith,
as this onyx heart
screams in silence,
longing for an ethereal escape,
where every song I sing
is no longer a tattooed mistake,
to the eyes that feel not
the burden I wear in resilience,
to the ears that heed not
the truth I speak
in hushed tones.
I am the storm of tranquility,
whirling through
warm winds like delicate dandelions,
drifting in the darkness~
an untamed asteroid
to your eclipsed breeze.
Forgive my bleeding ink,
for I choose to flee
from this sulfuric sphere,
testing my patience
while the seething sun
tortures my sanity,
burning lifelines breathing
within my splitting skin.
Yet I still remain
an unrestrained distraction,
skating upon Saturn’s rings,
steeped in sakura smoke,
exhaling toxic fumes of twilight tremors
into the vast blue ether,
drawing layers of lethal lies
from the dark sorcery sprouting
through hemlock roots,
as I sculpt paper boats from
pages of disappointments,
watching them ferry my demons
through methane lakes~
mirroring memories,
as melancholic mists engulf
my bones in volatile violets,
drowning me in endless waters
rippling with twisted topaz,
and scorching salt.
So let the tempest of life
unravel doleful desires,
entwined in the
whirlpool of doomed destiny.
I am more than a caged nightmare~
tonight I float with my shadow,
through astral projection,
abandoning the hellish embrace,
to drink from the citrine cup
of lithium serenity,
that numbs the p a i n
of existence, forevermore...
In my man cave, is a closet
Which would spawn horrible critiques
Totes full of old computer parts
Some of which my be antiques
Various plumbing parts abound
But Lord knows I'm not a plumber
Game parts, tools, nuts, bolts and nails
Old clothes from winter to summer
There is some work out equipment
For some reason it looks brand new
In the corner is my tool box
With tools scattered most askew
It's been like that for a long time
In a terrible unsorted array
If ever found clean or empty
I must have died or moved away!
In the deepest river caverns, in the furtherest chambers of my soul,
There are secrets hidden there that can ne'er be told.
Secrets of another life, another way, another time.
Secrets hidden for eons in the recesses of my mind.
Decades come and decades go but these secrets never dull or grow old.
I am ancient and flow with the tide but I'm still precious as new gold.
In days gone by, I couldn't be in the sun, so at night I would get out and run.
The moonlight gave me power to spin on the sockets in a gun.
When dawn would approach, I would hide in the caves on the moon.
Ere one would catch me asleep in a dune.
In the caves there are those whose lives helped to change me.
Toby so grand on his motorcycle riding and settling by a tree.
I guess maybe he might have been waiting for me??
Audrey a beauty who could write such beautiful verses
And could quote them superbly without any rehearsals.
There was Russ from across the moon at a far away prison gate,
He also forgot what it's like to be forgotten and counted by fate too late!
There's Carol, sweet Carol, who went through more than anyone will ever know.
And beautiful Linda, who always blew my mind away, but I ruined it with a big blow!
And of course Jimmy, who's so much like a son, and I hope as the ages go,
He will realize his importance in the changes in the caves that will show.
Last but not least nor most nor less is Ruben who has blessed all our lives.
Not just mine but everyone on the moon needs Rubin's touch. for he is so gentle so kind.
Even though the caves are getting larger and the secrets are getting deeper,
He will always defend the truth and on this large moon will be a just keeper.
For you see he keeps the soul secrets in the moon caves forever.
Praying and hoping that one day they can be revealed, but then again, maybe never!
I retreat to my own cavern now and then
One that is unknown to all the modern age
A pristine cave that swallows all my cares when
The cacophony of life borders on rage
Pastel stalactites have dripped long before men
Groveled on this planet in quest of a wage
Brightest sunlight spills through ferns and dries my tear
A lizard cocks his head, "You are safe in here."
I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.
I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim.
I imagined a ghost whispering—
yet only silence listened.
Echoes, like thunder in a deep ocean,
ricocheted fear like a trap set to spring.
Ghosts rushed out from the corners they lurked—
only for me to hear silence whisper: “Come out of there.”
Its voice flowed like a river of serenity through a forest.
I begged silence to stop its torment,
but it had ears that could not hear.
I tried to run, but a boulder blocked my path.
Then I screamed.
It was then I knew—
the light coming through the crack was my father’s flashlight.
Far far away from the known lands
My eyes discovered a sacred cave
Located at the North
I walked
And passed
By many other sacred caves
Seen at the
South
East
West
And finally,
I arrived at the sacred cave
At the North
It was a very long and rough journey
Other caves whispered craving for my entrance
But I have always respectfully
Denied myself their generosity
Having arrived at the sacred cave at the North
I couldn't resist that for long
So I walked in slowly and had some rest
The rest wasn't peaceful
Because echoes from the sacred cave
Pointed out to me that it is a sacred cave and that no one is allowed in until he has fulfilled the rites
There I was
Tired and with regret
Regret of not being just
A little more patient
But here I am
Here, have I found rest
Here I am
Here I vow to stay
The echoes heard my plea
And pardoned me
So I vowed to stay in this sacred cave
Because among all other sacred caves
Seen at the
South
East
And West
This sacred cave
Is that which I have
Vowed to have my rest
Sometimes when I find myself journeying through
The South
East
And West
Back to my sacred cave with my harvest
My boneless leg cries out for some rest
The echoes in these other caves
Whispers me craving
But no matter how
Weak
Fraustrated
Lonely and
Disappointed
I become
I never dare enter those sacred caves
Because I know that each is reserved for only one
One Hunter
One sacred cave
An ideology unacceptable to the known lands
Today, I am still stuck to the sacred cave at the North
And having my rest
I find fulfilment
A divine gift
Offered unconditionally
As I stand on my sacred cave
I see many more sacred caves all over
Curiosity compels me
To walk into them
But that ancient vow
Keeps me away
And away
I vow never to walk
Into any other sacred cave
I keep exploring my sacred cave
The Sacred Cave at the North
A Cave Man Day
One day long ago a cave man slept uncomfortably
The brutal sun, good for nothing, woke him up abruptly
Ants crawled all over his body and began to bite
He ate every one of them one by one
Using his fingers and his thumbs as utensils
There was no name for breakfast at the time
Or the creatures who ate his parents
Cave man was all alone and had a simple job
To find more food and stay alive
Fire had just been invented and utilized
This miracle he took with him everywhere
The other 2 gods were sun and water
Fire would be his favorite deity
The man was good at picking berries, consuming plants
All of this at great peril and certainly by chance
They could be poisonous or make him sick
All cave men had to do this to survive and take the risk
He used rocks and sharp ended sticks to take down pray
Skills taught to him by his dad before he died
Cave man was short, stout, mean, with green and jagged teeth
And made his way through Stone Age foliage
He had a bushy beard and scratched it
Wondered what he was looking at… What was that?!
When he met a woman with long legs and tangled hair
She had nice features for a cave girl from that age
He took her by the hair and clubbed her on the head
Dated, copulated and married on the spot
What a lovely wedding day
They moved into a cave
I am a slave
Inside my cave
I am the master
Inside my soul
What I define
It is said the freedom
I am free
Governed by myself
Who is that myself
I wanted to know
When I felt that I am a slave
In my cave
I am not a master
Now I found
Master is you
I am ruled
Who is that master
Inside my cave lives
Planting slavery seeds
In my feeling
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Surrounded by the Bay of Conception
Bell Island anchored for miles perception
Deep deep under the mine that was drudged
Remnants of rail blind horses that tugged
Not the mainland but off Canada's shore
The iron ore mines that are no more
Deep in the ground of old Newfoundland
To far the ore that made it grand
No longer the mine that prosperity gave
But a wondrous long mysterious cave
The pumps are off the water it fills
Divers around go diving for thrills
With caution it's done for there is a list
Many dead miners it does exist
Even though the mine is gone
I've heard some divers have move on
Now some would say there is a ghost
It might be fearful scary to most
Maybe some spirit or even a fairy
This one could be an old Canterbury
None the less men will explore
That is how we got the ore
So once again you go down under
Miles of caves and all its wonder
Fulfill your quest a bucket list
Check it off and dive the mist
Follow the rope and stay the course
Find the shoe of the old black horse
Search you will with flipper and light
To plunder a relic you'll feel the smite
Of an old ghost miner with pick and shovel
He'll take it back that item you smuggle
So resist the urge to pillage and plunder
We can't get out from so far under
Take our tools you'll leave us bare
So put them down or else beware
Of the old ghost miners protecting this place
We once lived and ran life's race
We are no more to cross the Bay
Make the ferry at the end of the day
Diamond Mountain Cave
(Phu Pha Phet Cave)
The largest cave here in Thailand
Has an eighteen acres in total size
It is not that easy for us to find
But if we’ll get in there, it’s a big surprise!
We need to explore first the side of the mountain
Be patient and careful to climb its lofty and rugged stair
A shade half our way offers rest and we’ll not feel in vain
Quite tedious, but an exquisite view awaits us up there
The Diamond Mountain Cave has seven floors
Most of the time, only two floors are offered for all
Twenty rooms are more than enough for two to three hours tour
After stooping down to get in through the very small entrance of the hall
Public exploration is facilitated by its long wooden walkways
As we tour in every chamber ,we’ll be impressed
With our lens, we can’t resist to capture in every way
The formations of stalagmites and stalactites that amaze
To name the most captivating formation inside the cave
Is the stalagmite in a very huge dinosaur-like egg in shape
Standing prominently at the main hall, it’s my fave
Coated with glittering diamond bits, I wish I can touch or scrape
A form which isn’t funny but also with its wondrous beauty
Is a man’s sword-like stone, no malice to catch our attention
There are a lot more making us feel like dreamy
Such as the amazing mushrooms and big jade stone
It’s so fun to walk around on walkways going up and down,
As we feel the cold wind coming in somewhere
Ventilating and protecting us from sweat so as not to frown
Then we’ll come out with big smiles and great experience to share.
April 15, 2013
*man’s sword : the term I use for man’s sexual organ
--I was there.
Aye did not heed the maxim be careful
what you wish for,
cuz now adversity not abate
perhaps helpful for thee reader
if this bard ****
did apprise present woe
by turning time machine backdate
asper how the fickle finger
of thine existence didst create,
a more agonizing situation discerning
scythe leant presaging grim reaper date
now welcomed with
opened arms to extricate
fools paradise by twist,
and shout of cruel fate
e'en locked up in a damp, dank,
and dark dungeon more grate
full, than full blown wraith zing hate
now lemme summarize
woe of this ingrate
where reprieve of death,
would be to good for me to jubilate
perhaps immolation, thence
at the stake burnt offerings
presented to the
"FAKE" trumpeting khanate
hence complete annihilation
the only way to liberate
a guilty conscious weighted down
by Sisyphean sized mill stones
now whit tis time mate
to acknowledge, and try to numerate
whereat one issue found me
reneging and being obdurate
on reimbursing me youngest daughter,
who could not pontificate
why she needed to fork
over monies in relation
to overpayment re
guarding social security,
essentially incumbent on me
on me eek quate
ting to a sizable tidy sum,
finding yours truly i rate
yet refund check she sent
over a year ago, and spate
of anger (born by eldest lass)
unforgivable egregious stonewalling
do to procrastination trait
this papa (rightfully my responsibility)
objects to bearing
brunt of arithmetical error
plus my own meager
very limited fiduciary reserves
induces anxiety to undulate
thus becoming fancy free
and foot loose bachelor
appears as emotionally
cannibalistic (ready
to jump off a bridge)
to shuck off this unbearable weight.
Kentucky boasts about her Mammoth Cave
People exploring it are quite brave
Four hundred miles
Giving them trials
Exploring her passages is a fave.
. . . What I know about sports is nothing
but my Dad was quite a fanatic really,
he had his sports man cave all setup,
with not one, but about three televisions going
at the same time with different sports blaring.
He sure loved the Toronto Blue Jays . . .
and I remember back to 1992 and 1993- he knew the roster
of pichers, catchers, batters, infielders, outfielders, coaches
. . . the wins, loses, strike outs, the players names,
and they won the World Series 2 for 2 . . 1992 and 1993.
Other years he cheered the St. Louis Cardinals or the
New York Yankees from the man cave . . .
Now this was a big event for him and his buddies
and Dad put me in charge of snacks and beer runs,
oh, the hoot and hollering was deafening (Mom said)
Dad left us in 1997 suddenly one summer day
and I found in his pants pocket a clipping from the paper,
sports schedule for July 21 on television- I still have it.
I recall saying to Mom, I hope they have sports
. . . in Heaven.
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February 15, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Sports- In The Man Cave
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