Best Chromium Poems
Down there, on the shell-coarse beach in a furnace of sand
The sea writhed and almost boiled at the shore,
Barefoot we walked, with her hand in my hand
No girl had ever driven me more.
She dry-licked her cherry lips and saltily smiled,
Solar flares bursting there in my chest,
The way she moved always drove me wild,
My eyes entranced by her shape in that dress.
The sun stamped in the sky like a chromium plate,
Dripped the colours of butter and steel,
And she stood there the most, the coolest hot date,
So radiant and still and surreal.
When she threw back her head as she lay on the grass
Liquid eyes burning silver and green,
With the parting of lips she gave me a free pass
And the world dissolved to aquamarine.
Categories:
chromium, life, love, nostalgia, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger vans with frying lard,
Ice cream parlours, sagging deckchairs and the sunlight blazing on.
Splayed upon the greying sands with butts of cigarettes in shallow graves,
Bikini babes in thin floss thongs, sun oil basted, lie and fry,
The effluence of sewage farms foams ochre crests upon the waves,
Cheap sunglasses and tinted shades warp vision as the seagulls cry.
Or are they coughing in the choking rise of hotdog onion smoke,
Or searing blast of diesel oil drove upwards from the fairground sprawl,
And do they dive for fish and chips discarded by the glutted folk
Until cholesterol weighs them down and they no longer fly but crawl?
Oh, I did like to be beside the seaside in the golden memories of my youth,
Before the tattooed mobs and greedy slobs and moguls came to town,
And though rose-tinted, real dreams of childhood wonder sing of truth,
But now I’d much prefer it if they torched and burned the whole place down.
Categories:
chromium, parody, people, places, sea,
Form:
Verse
With glorious primordial certainty
the sun will rise, the sun will set;
likewise you languish knowing what you're about,
you know what is and isn’t so;
yet, ultimately, you don’t.
Chained to the chromium railings of
a sterile value system,
some terminal, addled suffragette,
hollow to the very core, quintessentially
punch-drunk by the ghost fists
of what you do not know;
sometimes you can dream, more often you won’t.
This is all you wanted, surely,
way back when Homer was a pup;
this thing you worked for, this cold material cocoon,
this anaesthetic cult to which you belong;
then again, maybe not.
All your wild beasts are chained and in cages
you painstakingly banged them up;
now you act surprised in a wrung-out
monochrome way
at the quiet death of your protest song
with the former self you have forgot.
Just as a virus will seek out a host,
just as water will find it’s own level;
you’re a schizoid, new age, careworn dolt
with no limits to how far your mind will sink
in unfathomable depths of self delusion.
Wrenched this way and that, going with the flow,
serving both God and the Devil;
but where now is the rebel heart,
the hedonistic happy fool,
the keeper of the demon drink?
no more than a crumbling memory,
the feeblest illusion.
Once burning with such crucial fire,
a quiver full of arrows shot with telescopic vision;
now all that burns no more, doubted by the rain
spat from black clouds of self denial;
no remnant traces of an ex-antihero.
Servile to the whims of children,
and an emasculating harpy
who regards you with derision;
you are alone your own executioner
self judge and juror at the kangaroo trial
self sentenced to figure less than zero.
Categories:
chromium, life, philosophy, sad, social,
Form:
Verse
I remember being a little remote control. My chassis
was sound and I was beeping all the time. My handlers
were amused to drive me around. I was happy to please them.
It made me feel sound.
Then they took me to the track to teach me to race.
It seemed like I crashed all over the place.
Into this one and that with horrible splats.
Then they made us sleep on these crazy floor mats.
There were speeders who were so cool and fast
and I was easy enough to pass.
They laughed at me and I felt like a fool
but my handlers wanted me to be in school.
Then there were those who ran very slow
They ran like trucks with things to tow
And it seemed like I was getting bogged down too
with weights like dummy, drip-nose and pugh!
As I got bigger my engine grew
and I quit banging into you, you and you.
And occasionally, I'd stop to take a fight
and settle a score or show my might.
But mostly I went cruising about, flexing
my muscles, lettin' it all hang out!
Showing off was really a very great thrill
especially when a girl liked my shiny, chrome grill.
There were some who liked me and polished my chrome!
And I sometimes thought I should take her home.
Then there were those who lied right from their heart,
they made me feel bad and my engine wouldn't start.
It hurt bad to feel like a broken go-kart
and they didn't care if they broke my little heart.
It made me angry and I wanted revenge.
I thought of ancient powers from darkest StoneHenge.
I wanted to hurt them down deep inside but something
stopped me, I think it was pride.
They just weren't worth it somehow I knew
and I waited with grace until I met you.
You were shiny and white with chromium delight.
Colors and stripes all looking right!
I couldn't help but fall in love
with a car that resembled a spicy, love dove.
My headlights beamed and my motor purred
I couldn't stop beeping while my oil was stirred
I raced around and pulled up straight away
and said, "hello there darlin' I'm sayin hey, hey!"
You smiled and laughed and made me feel at home
and we sparkled and shined no longer alone
And I realized it was nice to be in this place with you
even though we both were no longer new.
Categories:
chromium, funny, me, love, me,
Form:
Verse
When I was skinned
I made a little list-
Call it (Something Here) :
It started out,
'I am getting older,
what should I do? '
Like go on the road,
Actually join the Legion or
Take vows for the ashram of Guru SatChitAnanda.
.
Buy acre of land and travel trailer
Raise garden, keep White Leghorns
(like Dad) ,
Foment Graduate School riots,
Teach,
Commit suicide with tea
Commit horoscopes for money
Or go home or
Sell health foods and
Grind my own peanut butter
Drive a Big Rig
Ten days on the road
Eating fries and dogs
Or
Take a job with the state
As employment counselor
Give out food stamps.
Walk across Africa
Without shoes,
Establish base lines for jumping beans
Test kangaroos for tie-downs
Photograph mangoes in flight
Or herd silver-plated ants,
Forest Ranger in Chromium Forest,
Study ancient petroglyphs for Shell
Herd sheep on mesas in Utah
Wander High Desert in search of
New alluvial fans,
Search for aliens in Rachel (NV)
Put all on a number in Vegas,
(List ends here):
Call the President,
I've got a job
In Trust, (some state here) ,
Job Duties:
Replacing Wisdom Teeth
Milking dry rattlers
Finding wild women
Listening for Agave worms,
Raising desert flowers
And sitting quietly with the stars,
'There you go...'
'Thanks! '
Categories:
chromium, career, jobs, satire,
Form:
Free verse
The equivalent of a cosmic flat tire, the star collector overheated again.
Should've topped off the subzero heat transmogger back at Stuckey's.
Yep we have 'em too.., who doesn't need a Pecan Log Roll, now and then.
Two Roadway startruckers snapped up the last Elmer's paste pies., the luckys.
Right between filling stations to boot, no triple A for a gojillion miles..
and one of my best pint sized, non-binary service robots on the blink.
Not my best idea, feeding her moonshrooms, peaked all his cortial dials,
eventually caused them to puke it up, all over my excremental sink.
Frazusoosh it! not even a UPB (Universal Phone Booth) to make a collect call,
to my mother (planet), which, by the way, is also useful for transmitting matter.
That's assuming you can find someone to accept the charges, of course, LOL.
Had to wash dishes for an eternity, last time, including dried on crupecake batter.
Drack's balls! stuck on this puny planet with obnoxious fumes corroding my chromium tail.
No wonder they call it air; the sixth least favorite word in the Corpadian lingo, P.U.!
Those creatures keep staring, I've tried to reason with them, even tried telepthy to no avail.
When I type in their reply to my trans-googling translator, all it comes back as is 'Moo'.
Oh thank goodness! A family of grubbers in a U Haul pulling over., whew!
Though probably have to sit on a lap, luckily they each have two.
252 words, including these
Categories:
chromium, funny, humorous, inspiration, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden
Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and smear
for glinting tiles speak ever more clear
to build the walls security
Settle leaf it’s time is spent
amid the moss is it’s fading feeding decay
in vibrant earth again some day
will know the kiss of sun out breathing sent
So by chromium faucet quench the thirst
in bottled plastic catch each drop
and flitter dust from out the corners dirt
bacterial inch upon the forests advance
And this filthy earth stains the finger nail
showers of rain bring their unwelcome rotting smell
then by chemical impostors of a flowers perfume
seek to cleans the air in a solitary room
Such isolation proves it’s security
neat clean and tidily scrubbed
hold fast the separation of technical morality
these things devoid of insect footprints
Lay soap to order the odor of sweat
yet beg the bloom for it’s delightful scent
to cut it’s throat upon a table set
the vase the only carefully treasured object
Hanker, oh hanker for the green living pasture
all the verdant aspirations of life in nature
tingle for the worth still caught in the veins
but choking on the wish of concrete remains
Through pristine glass observe the vegetation
the autumnal leaves flutter from the trees desertion
the trigger of another season
comes to rot and disarrange the perfect garden
Such fear prefers isolation and security
would rather heed the babblings of a technological morality
aspire then beyond the dumbwaiter of nature
a vase polished of any smudge or smear
Better to be in a clinical retreat
and by habit accept what is so clearly of need
take this germ free vacation
the trees are happy in their branches for the leaves desertion
Dumbwaiter
a small elevator, manually or electrically operated, consisting typically of a box with shelves, used in apartment houses, restaurants, and large private dwellings for moving dishes, food, garbage, etc., between floors. The term “A dumbwaiter” typically implies an unseen or unconsidered workforce below, this anonymous workforce deals with the contents of the dumbwaiter, kitchen staff, garbage collectors and laundry staff
Categories:
chromium, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Day's finishing gloss glimmers on horizon's purlieu
Rich orange truffles filter into milky fondue
Fiery sun's last gasps bleed through ethereal flue
With dusk's graying mantle, at steeples' crest
rendezvous
A suspended bridge; Day's beams, Night's seams to glue
A florid banner with singed neon sparks doth preview
Mercurial parade of iridescent colors blending into
vacuous milieu
A brass orchestra; undergirding pit scarlet chromium hue
Gilded conductor melding bright, dark tones into
harmonic stew
Crimson carousels, violet pinwheels hypnotizing medley
brew
Dissonant base strings darker notes on sterile
perimeter queue
Swarming silver waves blight the panoramic view
Dusk's murky yield; brokered shadows accrue
To Twilight's annual, scintillating pageant; bids adieu
purlieu- an outlying area; periphery of a zone,
environment
Categories:
chromium, nature
Form:
Rhyme
Chromium pure
tell me why
we are still
unsure
Polishing new
ivory soft
til it breaks
in two
If it's not real
If no one's to blame
then why does blood
still clog the drain
When machines reveal
the true faces
when the exchange fails
in empty places
We wont deny
how brightly
how blinding
the ichor shines
We can't deny
how real
how monstrously
we were blind
Categories:
chromium, anger, fear, march, political,
Form:
Verse
The night sky is a vibrant green with a yellow haze,
Ever since the dropping of the bombs there is no more blue for us to gaze.
The fields lay barren, no crops can they produce, it’s like a dessert waste,
Water is tainted with mercury and chromium and you dare not taste.
Those that survived that horrid attack,
Wish now they had been in the epi-center as the bomb blast cracked.
There is no life left just this unfruitful and chaotic existence,
Scavenging has become our way of surviving with least resistance.
What good was gained that fateful night,
That deafening sound, that blinding light.
No law is left just total anarchy, and the strong will to live,
No more love thy neighbor, you only take you do not give.
Fires burned for months till there was nothing left to fuel their flames,
I wonder who was the one to embrace these deadly games.
To the victor goes the spoils, well that is all there is,
Nothing but death and ruin since the night that firecracker fizzed.
No machinery has worked since that mighty day,
Something to do with electro magnetics is what I’ve heard some people say.
Well it shouldn’t take much longer for our food and water supply to come to an end,
Then it’s a painful way to die with no way to fend.
Categories:
chromium, confusion, death, depression, imagination,
Form:
GEM
Pigeon- blood peerless brightest Ruby claims
precious position in the realm of gems.
In gold, purplish red Ruby overwhelms.
Term Ruby owes to Latin ‘Ruber’ or red,
Chromium causes red hue in every shade.
Corundum is the mineral in mine-bed.
Saturated colors in variety,
‘Cut’ cares for clarity and quality.
Price puts carat weight on priority.
Chanced to visit gem factory, largest,
tempted to buy a genuine stone, but best
bought for my daughter Ruby-set locket.
A Tribute to scarlet Ruby through poem,
My favorite fantastic fabulous finest gem.
10/23/16
'Tribute to a precious or semi-precious gem' Contest by Line Gauthier.
Categories:
chromium, appreciation, beautiful, red,
Form:
Rhyme
Embryos sing saddle-sore sonatas, beneath
the despot eaves of chromium skies, reflecting
black light down upon the harbours where
ambition claws the air and slowly dies; and
nighthawks scream a siren song of sadness, for
all the lovers lost and ripped apart, their
entrails steaming, scattered and decaying, cryogenic
memories still the beating heart.
Somewhere in a paean of pain and passion, eyes
upturned in sockets sear the night, telescope
and zoom into the heavens, ruptured
vessels crack the milky white; for
all the golden graces of the goddess, stealing
and absorbing love and soul, hoarding
with her sadist smiles of sorrow, reaps
the diamond, reimburses coal.
On the moon my blood drips sour and savage, fills
the craters and the fossil seas, scars
the surface dust like crazy paving, packs
the vacuum deserts with disease; on
the moon my blood is frozen solid, crystallising,
still as tombstone script, cold,
implacably cast as death's dominion, to
love no more, enamelled bathtub crypt.
Categories:
chromium, death, loss, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Over the confines of the cliffs
in a cloud of crystalline haze
in the midst of a tsunami of whistling
skyline shadows in golden amber
hues ooze into the ocean
triumph against craving
waves of fairy spirits
Pearl stone sparkles in sundrops
flying is my passion
I'm diving again
in a wide chasm
sapphire knitting
chromium marble light
optimums prime
upheaval toward verisimilitude
you and my floating rhyme
with an increasing susurrus
a gentle melody is heard
tonal fuzziness
reverberations of rainbow hues
a scarlet choir of classic lullabies
Written: April 24, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1211 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
chromium, analogy, appreciation, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
i leap
from the cloudy
shoulders of God
His tears falling
down from heaven
drops of silver
green and gold
upon this brilliant
chromium sky, unfold
Categories:
chromium, imagination
Form:
Free verse
Sequel to Intergalactic Breakdown by : Quoth Raven
Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack. I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies"
I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream
is none else then my friend Quoth, interstelling with
foreign intelligence of the fourth order...
I take a bite of the pastry, its to boot. I can tell from the grin on his face
that although he's travelled gojillion miles to run away from earth,
he is happy to be here, using his baking skills on a waterlogged planet of choice !
A non-binary service robot winks at me and offers me a palette full of
little brown shroomy things that once were, you got it ,
fungi mushrooms from earth ;
"Frazusoosh" says a tetronic voice that reminds me of my computer
when its burping out a virus;
I try and call for help but my cel goes AWOL. I hear DING DONG BLEEP
"Drack's balls! I'm stuck here for all eternity" I say to Quoth. He shrugs,
"There are worse places to be ! This Puny planet has obnoxious fumes
that corrode my chromium tail, but its not so bad. Here I can bake
magic fractal mushrooms and all"
"Oh for the love of God Quoth, your human, get it, HUMAN !"
tHE eND.
Categories:
chromium, funny, hilarious, humorous,
Form:
Free verse