Best Cave In Poems
Perhaps the way the universe planned it to be
She discovered me randomly
Crossing her path, overdosed on reality
N now I’m stumbling over fantasies
Of her butterscotch skin n cognac eyes
Stealing my sobriety when she showed me that smile
While I’m on this mind trip
Riding on my brakes cos I know I might accelerate
Rush into tomorrow while barely stepping out of yesterday
I kno it’s best to make the most of the present
In unwrapping her identity, I got so close to heaven
I had to check my pulse for a second
How we had so much in common
Our conversations were poetry, rhyming
Lines that I tightroped, tryin not to fall… between
Not cos my chances of gettin caught were weak
But, after all, her existence was hard to believe
I’ve seen many angels but they never bothered wit me
Never gave me that slow dance I wildly craved
So as our bodies embraced n melodically swayed
In n out of my imagination
I hope she didn’t witness my erotic inclinations
Cos I was thinkin
If forever only lasted the rest of the night
That I got the chance to go deep, so deep I touched her next life
Cos she’s TOO perfect, prolly a ruse
The universe is
Pulling on me
N I’m choosing to cave in
Cos never have I seen
Such a beautiful hallucination
KG
Whisps of cloud finesse the air
Intoxicated by the night
Breathe deeply effervescent light
From silver stars and empty stares
And when the twilight fades to black
And shades become reality
The only Truth that I can see
Is made by all that all things lack
But in the daytime, light is cast
Still burning from a paper sun
The height and length our lives become
Constricted from what was the past
So here we evanesce to air
Intoxicating shadows seen
But mirrors of who I have been
These holes for eyes, we try to care
Abrim lived in a dark cave somewhere in the Lore Hills.
It was quite warm mostly but sometimes he got the chills.
So he dug a fire pit in the centre of the cave,
Somehow the warm glowing fire made him feel brave.
He would cook wild birds and fish when he could catch them,
He had all he needed and his little cave was a gem,
One neat corner of the cave was kept very sacred,
He prayed to the Spirit of the Wolf when he was scared.
At night time he would sing and dance around the fire,
He praised the Spirit and danced to his heart’s desire,
Once a giant hungry wolf came to the caves entrance,
Probably disturbed by poor old Abrim’s song and dance.
He threw coals from the fire and the wolf ran away,
It was a fearless act so he recorded the day.
Abrim painted a picture of the heroic fight,
The time he frightened the wolf back into the dark night.
At times he would stare at the bright stars in the night sky,
He often imagined were the birds would go when they die,
He created a curious place he called Light and Air
And prayed to the great Wolf spirit to welcome him there.
As time went by he examined his life and essence,
And wondered who would benefit by his existence.
Don’t raise the white flag
when sly boots ennui sneaks in
stoic mould is key
life is that intriguing quest
a conjugated footpath
crystal cave in Springfield Missouri
full of underground rooms and a jail
ghost room where spirits whisper and scurry
enormous concert hall, hearty and hale
Rainbow Falls and witches bathtub too
domed ceiling chimes room which can sing
helicite room with walls shadowing blue
excited tourists many busses bring
let’s go to the haunted cave
I can dress up and be a knave
we must take the underground wagon ride
just fifteen dollars gets me inside
I will stay here and fan myself said Grandma Wrench
She rushed over to plunk down on a tiny bench.
There are thirty-thousand bats in there she yelled to her man.
He rolled his eyes, and fished his money from the can.
The haunted cave is in Ohio, Lewisburg, and it is long.
You can walk or ride, it’s fun; you cannot go wrong.
But after seeing the bats, I decided to stay outside with Gram.
While you post Dracula kind of pix on InstaGram.