Best Churned Up Poems

In churned up soil the poppy rose 
On top of death, still steadily grows 
And in our minds we see the crosses 
That lie in rows and count our losses 

Blood that drips from tiniest bloom 
Beloved children, lost from the womb 
Their essence blown...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves separated from mothers
hiss of hot branding irons scorching

A rumbling constantly...

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Dripping emotions end




                  When dripping emotions end up in stare,
               all churned up humour,...

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For Ian Diddams and my Dad

So what’s the crack with rugby?
My father used to play
He’d come home with an injury
Every other day
My mother used to worry
He was quite deaf to her fears
Her futile protestations fell
On cauliflower ears
Oh so many broken bones
As trophies he would wear
Those...

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Vertical Sea

Arise horizons tell us what you see
Vertical rain comes on high wave conclusions adrift in mist
Fortunes waiting out on the sea for men who come in ships
So much rain came in from all directions in one instance
Sanity was questioned at a distance along with...

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I struck out on my own around a year old
life was so full of fun, so many things with
which to play, a leaf scuttling by, a rustle
in the undergrowth. I was enthralled.

I stood on a road watching intently
a little mouse. A car shot past bowling
me...

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Salam wrote a letter, O my beloved motherland
Rafik wrote his letter to you, 
And Barkat did that too
We could not mourn in oblivion, for all, they
Still, they will never be  forgotten, they sacrificed
Never to be left alone, in oblivion.

Remembrance
leading us to the tragedies of...

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Will Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again?

The wrath of nature shows it face, in cherry-blossom land
Where the Tsunami spewed salt water, and churned up piles of sand
As it wiped out people, like a scathe cutting grass
But this time, sadly, its memory will not pass
When a wall of...

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ORIGINS

I
It began in the dank basement of the Thallasic column
steeped in abyssal brine of a thousand supernovae
so much alchemic sludge churned up, expelled by the co-tidal vice into the epeiric sea
 
A million points of organic flotsam and jetsam; Indra’s vast net billowing, swollen and...

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Perhaps being something of a contrarian and historian
I like to spend Sunday mornings playing American Top Forty reruns on the oldies station
because I enjoy the songs and stories related to me by Kemal Amin Kasem

Also known as Casey Kasem in his weekly broadcasts
He researches and...

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Worn wood, chipped paint, cartilage of rust
Salt air from sea churned up like dust
Fine moisture spray, steep emerald swell
Liquid folds to crush a creaking shell

I just want you to speak again
I just want you to walk again
I just want you to love again
I just want...

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Strewn on the shoreline, as I walk along the beach
Bits and pieces of life forms, churned up from beneath
Shells, jellyfish, crustaceans, even sea anemones
What was alive yesterday, lays shredded in the weeds

Hard to fathom what happens, below ocean waves,
One big stewing pot, perhaps a connoisseurs...

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I sigh
long and sad
     I have years
lifetimes
           oceans of sadness
to let go . . . 
from  d e e p ,   deep  inside me
   ...

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In the sky the moon is but a sliver.
Amidst pondering thoughts I begin to shiver.
Something's there stirring from deep within.
Mingling around the contents of this lonely den.
A shadow is casting there upon the wall.
Peering over the edge to watch the waterfall.
Visions of roaring tides over...

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I attended three sermons in a row 
In the neighborhood church on Jackson.

Tear dropped there too, on the quran of mine, sky-blue colored
And on the cover of the hymn prayer book, it strangely rhymed.

Sermon, 
On Fridays and Sundays 
Are they two unknown roads of Robert...

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