Best Epoxy Poems
Proof in Lock of Hair and Baby Tooth
‘Love you mama’
Shouts a fairy’s
baby tooth
set long before
in a violet velvet box.
‘Miss you lots’
whispers mama,
eyes fixed as she
fondles the
pearly bit.
This kind of love
so fast, no force
of wind can pry
from a mother’s
heart hammered to pieces
clumsily restored
with loving epoxy
and homemade patches
of friends and
family.
Time’s stitches transform
the gaping wound in
scabby healing
and finally the
scar – another proof.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
I live in the ether, the place I know
where thoughts of heart and mind do flow
in a conscious state of epiphany
where intelligence lives in harmony
from this place the sources of task
to direct my body to do as I ask
I find I’m not always in full control
of what is residing inside of this soul
The rarest of gems therein resides
where our own cognition abides
exquisite delights are there to be found
to make sure our thinking is sound
Firmly cemented with it’s epoxy
not dedicated to orthodoxy
the place where one can search for the truth
about the things we learn in our youth
This system of things is so full of lies
and to see through them one must be wise
the beliefs that history has handed down
holds firmly in grasp its blinding resound
I find in it’s closets things I must clean out
that overshadow my heart and it’s doubt
the war that exists inside of man
that damages things within reach of his hand
The source for all kindness and it’s living balm
and when we face conflict for keeping us calm
for understanding all of this life
for making peace when meeting it’s strife
So many colors with varying hues
herein is where I first found my muse
painting it’s pictures on tapestry mind
weaving it’s patterns the ethereal kind
Each of us has been given this gift
and to it’s sharing for others to lift
a vast chasm and depth in this well
for composing design and doubts dispel
source of insp Proverbs 1-5 on thinking
ability, understanding and wisdom
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
"Bring me all your broken pieces says the Lord,"
I think he knows, how much I'm trying to keep it
all together... "Air Thought, By Mystic"
Easter the big event is one week away
and I can't help but recall all past resurrections
and past invitations to His table;
I wasn't always prone to sentimental rituals,
too busy raising a family and paying bills;
But today being three quarters down the lane of life,
I feel the need to spend more time in Faithful rituals;
I am going to bake some Easter bread today
unmasked and being thankful for an anti-virus day;
I am going to wear my bright red hat in church
on Saturday evening, when I go for Easter vigil service
and I know Jesus will think, " there goes my girl"
which I will answer, " Happy Easter my Lord"
Then I'll smile, knowing he is the epoxy in my gaps
and the glue that holds me, together.
Everything will be alright if I just hang on tight,
to Him !
Violence is a Gaza border constant
Israeli towns receive
heavy rain
of missile shells
Man-made hell, Hezbollah air sent
Meanwhile, Mossad
infiltrate the tunnels,
unpacking C4 bundles to fiery rent
Refugee status
is a Palestinian forced Tel Aviv flee
Suicide vested persuasion
have innocent souls
hearing worm echoes prematurely
Divided Jerusalem
stoke hate fires ... a common
epoxy bond emotion,
unifying two camps stuck on angry
Wash the bloody clothes
with every Arab dissent rock throw
Close the Negev windows,
as the fear cactus heat starts to grow
So beware of the prick from the needles:
Love sick twin conscience
grieving in funeral earnest,
with suspicious, interfaith locked elbows
Rinse the tear-stained clothes,
then put the brotherhood violence
on another tumble spin cycle
Peace progress is on a turtle slow dry,
evaporated trust
give oasis enemies another mirage try
Throwing gravity aside
this is the magical enchantment
of the duck dive
Surfer God
Changing atmospheres
From liquid to gas
Body reborn
euphoric in the presence of eminent danger
Some how defying nature’s authority
Against gravitational forces
Pulling
Ripping
Collapsing
Calling me
to that bone yard reef
That graveyard of epoxy and resin
Where the tombstones are surfboards broken in half
I become death’s passenger
Floating towards the light
Rays of angels surround me
as this miraculous extension of me
This powerful staff
propels me through Hades
The underworld holds me back
The water demons grab hold of my legs
while my surfboard carries me
into the sunlight
I have survived
For the time being
Now paddle like mad
Cause here comes the sets!!!
Excerpt from:
Nightmarchers
By: Joseph DeMarco
Krazy isn't it?
Resisting to separate from that which you are
Joined; you mend the pieces back together
With a bond so strong.
Super!
The heated tension of your warm molten ooze
Burns the fingertips if the
Temperature is just right.
Hot!
You form lifelong friendships with whatever you touch.
Epoxy, Cement, Gorilla, Elmer's; my bottle top's off to you!
Should there be any sticky situation, there you are.
Stay strong!
I watched you slowly disappear
pacing restlessly back and forth
warbling off-key through the
woozy blackness of a day
I watched you glide upwards
through the slender keyholes
quivering and sun-cloaked
towards the edgeless seasons
I watched you unfurl with rapture
rummaging the vast firmament
ill-famed for your cinder face
corralled and vaulted
I watched you smile in epoxy
at every wake and burial
you made weather off your skin
mostly smooth and neon-colored
I watched you sink in every rivulet
amidst the mountain ridges
and your incandescent eyelashes
creeping upon the timid animals
I watched you blast off to nowhere
becoming a zero, a ransacked town
only a replica of your blank self
a free sacrifice to destroyers
I watched you eat your cotton candy
heading home to fictive horizons
your limbs so flabby and tired
your eyes full of dismissal
His tongue felt glued
to his gum with
epoxy;
his legs swayed, wobbled,
softened like
spaghetti;
for there, at last, she was,
waving over her
shoulder;
her shy smile beckoning
him, "Come on
over";
jet-black hair falling over
a mirthful, teasing
eye;
ah, arterial bursts of love,
what a swell way
to die!
His tongue felt glued
to his gum with
epoxy;
his legs swayed, wobbled,
softened like
spaghetti;
for there, at last, she was,
waving over her
shoulder;
her shy smile beckoning
him, "Come on
over";
jet-black hair falling over
a mirthful, teasing
eye;
ah, arterial bursts of love,
what a swell way
to die!
They mixed black paint in the
Cobb and concrete mixture.
The other batch contained a
mixture of white paint and
Shallac.
When the mixed the mixture
I wasn't thrilled, not knowing
this was done to make me
excited.
After the mix had cured, they
used handsaws to cut blocks
of stone to create the wall.
I marveled at the creation.
I gasped with amazment looking
At the beautiful marbled coloring.
It look just like marble, beautiful
And they quickly stacked stone
And mortar to create this beautiful
Room.
The epoxy on the floor was to
Bring accent to this room, this
Along with the recycled barnwood
Made this an adorable place to
Admire the beauty of artisans and
Laborors.
From the book" Might your Critizium
Make me wealthy" by
Cantarious Kettles
Jorvin Press, Kantouria Flutier-Bassonist
Executive producer.
Terrazzo, Terrazzo!
Keep me satisfied
She curfewed all
With an artisans
Doing of work
A world shall envy me
That my floors shall
Be works of art
Clean enough for people
To dine
I shall stand before them
And brag that it is mine
Those novice wishers
Who wish to how it was
Done
Shall hear the stories of
This artesians labor and
The price of the contractal
Science we had begun.
DESIGNED TO GO INTO SPACE
THEY SOUGHT A
SOLUTION TO SOMETHING
THAT TROUBLED THEM
THEY FOUND IT STRANGE AND
EVEN STRANGER TO
STUDY SOMETHING THAT
HAS NEW BEGANNINGS
THEY WISHED TO CREATE
A PLACE OF STUDY TO
SEE AND FIND FACTS.
THEY USED ROCKS THAT WERE MADE FRO
TAKING SMOG FROM THE ATMOSHERE
. THEY GROUNDED THE ROCK DOWN
INTO A POWDER AND REJUVANATED
IT WITH EPOXY. THEY WEILDED A SHERE SHAPED FRAME
AND COVERED IT WITH MESHNETS
AND COVERED IT WITH THE
EPOXY-INFUSED MATERAIL. THEY COVER THE
OUTSIDE OF THIS HUGE SHERE
(SIZE OF ABOUT SEVEN CHARTER BUSES)
THEY COVERED THE EXTERIOR WITH SOLAR PANELS
ANCHORED A FOOT ABOVE THE SURFACE OF THE SHERE
THEY INSULATED THE INTERIOR
AND MADE IT SO THAT IT WAS LIVABLE
WHEN DIASSEMBLED AND FLOWN INTO SPACE
IT HELD-UP TO NON-GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURES
FOR YEAR ROCKETS FLOW TO THE SHERE
ONE DAY THE GOVERMENTS DESIDED TO
WITHDARW FUNDING FOR THE AGING SHERE
AND PLANS TO REPLACE IT WERE TALKED ABOUT
WELL THE CREW OF THE SHERE GOT THEIR PACKING PAPERS AND STARTED
TALKING ABOUT GOING HOME
TWO SPACESHIPS WERE TO FLY TO THE SHERE TO PICK UP THE CREW
EVERYTHING WENT ON AS PLANNED
UNTIL
A REPORT THAT A THRUSTER ON THE LARGE ROCKET WAS BROKEN AND
NEEDED REPAIR
SO THE CREW EXCHANGED MATERAIL AND BEGAN REPAIR THE SHIP
WHEN THE REPAIR WAS MADE THEY EXCHANGED CREWS AND....
Sand dunes erode away the meadows,
sunflowers turn to a shade of red,
sanguinary pool of limbs and skulls,
let’s swim here for the taste of the hue.
Burgundy pyramid upside down mini top,
spinning vortices of moon dust afloat,
the door opens, inside a hawk faced man,
he promises to tell me a story if I listen.
A large serpentine worm weaves bores,
pits on this apple of crimson skin,
a thick heavy glaze of caramel epoxy,
sold to the highest bidder in the fine coat.
Suspended I am trapped inside the terra firma,
innards flee rib cage, empty chest cavity hollow,
for my pulsate will be our guide back home,
grasp my staff waving follow me, there’s candy.
Elitist woman saw me and in that moment,
hourglass salt spun for her carrying six bosoms,
heaved for me as she moaned honey pleas stop,
I almost regretted drowning her and the twins.
Team Lungs made there
In ring debut. Less impressive
to the Grapplers Union; the fans
seemed to love it. Borgo, Bounce,
Bootez, Shuffle, and Booty. Faced
G.U. who comprises of Big Giggy Sayso,
Fuss Strant, Mazzo Mendini, and
Epoxy Curfew.
All action, the referee loses control
and called the match to halt. Senior
referee Dank Seagrin did outside ref
Work from request of the side ring officials
request. Quick exchanges and high-flying
Moves gave way to a wrestling clinic by
Mendini, who out wrested Sayso, and Bootez
Who are World class wrestlers. At 12:43 a
Whip into the ropes produced a claw into a
Clothesline manuver. When Epoxy Curfew
Leaned to retrieve his proned opponent he
Was rolled to receive a nearfall. They tag off
Both men, at 14:14 Mendini strummed up Sayso
With a Who Words Boobytrap gaining victory by
Pinfall.
twirling five wheels
up in the air
an affair
cushion weighted down
unheeded mail stuffed
under treads
family united with epoxy
the chair is patient
disabled and no longer
unglued
it will be coasting
in a couple of days
not new but put together
as we sail