Best Fermenting Poems
fo'c·'sle /'fohksel/ noun deriv: forecastle
1. the forward part of a ship below the deck, traditionally used as the crew's living quarters.
2. historical: a raised deck at the front of a ship.
With the equinox illuminating a fortnight of recovery
On pelts spread like Ionian jars left askew,
My flame-keep sparked alight against the doldrums of
Greed. Stagnant and fetid.
My bark beats out a call stretched
Skin-tight over the sea’s virgin core
And sets trust aflame.
Ashes collected into the collated casks and
Corked with animus, Moon Girl pounded on.
Drumming a dirge on the tanner's own flesh.
Pounding the seed of echoing hope.
Pounding the corpus beat of life anew.
Those echoed my own harmony and emptied my ears.
My tunes would now be true and crisp.
My struggle to syncopate the middle eight
Was like on the saltchuck the time before.
Before we crossed the bar,
Breakers chasing, pounding aft of stern.
Now in the glow of the coal oil lamp
Sat The Dane who came to trade.
He mumbled a Chinookian curse and winced.
He sensed my mariner's cred, how I lit my smoke;
Muscle memory and addiction married in my subconscious.
But His eyes would never sense the venomous flow
Of the seabreak distant,
Like hounds baying to the highway of stars
And up to the dunes ran with phosphorescent faces
Fermenting the blackness.
Hell-hounds bounding.
Lungs pounding.
Driving on.
River may lick Disappointment’s shanks
But Drake’s gold remains unfound.
The cavities carved along the capes
Echo an emptied ethos and sapped spirit
Which salal and sage cannot clense.
Walk with me now Sister Ilchee.
Beat your dirge
Along the pock-marked ports of plunder
Laid before the flattened corpse of
Ebbing freedom found.
Categories:
fermenting, boat, endurance, history, native
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
~ANGELS~
Within the abusive abyssal air, I greet you with a prayer
Within weathered winded wear, I defend in your despair
Thru calamitous city crumble I find you in your stumble
Thru mankind’s malignant mumble I bow to your humble
In the frightened fermenting fog I cleanse you in your clog
In the seducing smothering smog I seek of your demagogue
Lowered by love’s lamenting lust I return to heal and readjust
Lost in love’s layered crust I’ve come to rattle the restless rust
Of valleys low and mountain peaks I hear as the silence speaks
Of cinematic curving creeks, I glide in grace with solace sweeps
With the cascading canonized rain, I’ve come to break the chain
In pulsating punitive pain I’ve come to retire the ravaging reign
Hiding in hellion halls sinners scatter as Satin sovereignly stalls
With lasting Love and fireballs waiting upon the Masters' calls
Hovering over horrific hells I flap my wings to reflect the spells
Detaining evil in dormant dwells releasing love in wishing wells.
~~~
Sept.04.2017
ANGELS
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose
Categories:
fermenting, angel, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
As the chandelier dances with lustrous light.
Eras of still slumber awoken...from fluid dreams,
...in the depths of her confines...hibernating..
..fermenting her taste...timeless beauty.
Legends of vineyards past...uncorked.
Poured into existence by a charming present sommelier..
The bubbling prelude enters...a smoke filled scene.
Her sparkling silhouette...emerges on a silver platter.
...of her bottled mystery of decades past.
Penning the inception of empty chapters of glass...
..with her sweet tasting presence...
...nervously sweating condensation.
Fulfilling the myths of bottled beauty of life’s unknowns.
Overflowing the pages...in liquid stanzas
...of dazzling passion.
Her legacy manifests...scripting an ardent saga,
Staining the aura of pleasant reality.
Shining elegantly...while striding across marble floors.
Echoing...soft chronicles of champagne light.
Love, a crimson...virgin berry...plucked from vineyards afar..
...bottled for aging beauty...filled to the capacity of his clear figure..
While passionately...embraced by his fragileness of crystal arms.
...in the ballad of wine and glass.
Categories:
fermenting, love
Form:
Free verse
Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
Here at this old dump
Picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could search along with you
Check out what the Jones's have no more use for
The bits of unfixed
The not new enough
Their "I think we deserve the very best"
"This ain't good enough, let's buy more and more stuff!"
At one time
I wore their discarded clothes
Wore them without pride
I should have been proud
For I dug for them with wanting hands
Hands that waded through decadence
Refillable
Recyclable
Usable
Black Bird
I watched you and your brothers
As you feasted on our last suppers
Ripping open black bags
Fighting for morsels
Unconcerned with the rotting
Intoxicated by fermenting fruit
Pungent aromas
Bones that needed to be picked clean
Me noticing but not recalling until now
Back then
I was hoping
Praying for a bicycle
Desperately wanting to ride far away from here
Escape my then
My embarrassment
My, I hope no one sees me!
"Garbage picker!"
"Where did you get that coat?"
"We threw that in the dump!"
Boy oh boy do I like clothes now.
No one makes fun of what I wear!
Part of me wishes to return with you Black Bird
To see what I left behind
Reclaim
Recycle that little boy
But I can't
The dumps aren't open anymore
It is like those old bones
Bleached
Picked clean
Manicured
Items placed in appropriate piles
All the while
You sit on your wire
Back turned to me
Intelligent eyes hidden
Knowing I can't disturb you
In a while you will feed on yesterday
For this place
Is not closed to you!
Categories:
fermenting, angst, bird, child, clothes,
Form:
Free verse
You, my love, you
Entrusted me into the burning arms of fervor,
Rested your knowing fingers upon skin ever glistened with tears
Graced the breath I dared to breathe when moments masterfully collided
We stand upon the edge like devils daring nature’s wrath
Your heels wrap around the very rim that border you and I from the air
The sky blue black vapors swirl into dark wonder vanishing, the stars like eyes flashing
As you whisper fiercely in my ear, daring me to push the limit
Begging me with pupils that reflect my own desires
Your entwining smile rivets in me nerve beyond present night
I squeeze the angels out of you in one melodious measure of movement
Encumbering you in all of me, rattling your frames
A lasting forest tall as terror thrilled upon a demon possessed storm
I push us off the sheer edge,
As we spiral in the depths of the ocean’s welcoming mouth
The weight of our past and present sufferings melting into complete passion
Cradling us in the bed of her deepest, darkest waters
My lips meeting the substance of your future words
Your tongue running along the traces of silence ever kept
Deep into the screams of inner woe, embellishing warmth from head to toe
Surrounded by the echoey, treasured lines of your heart,
Mastered from the very start
You lift me high into the love falls
Splashes of poetry dispersing my hair all around
Our eyes staring into each other’s
Locked into a world like no other
With revitalizing surety otherwise crippling,
With the deep dip of your sexy soul and perforating body,
I enter the realm of your rapturous reality
Captured willingly in your picturesque hungers
Through the very tunnel of your never-ending eyes…
The penetrating roars of your fulfillment take me by surprise
Yes, you, my love, you
Took me there tonight…
For down within those depths with you I would have eagerly allowed
The sorrows and agonies of my doubts to succumb
For inside the ancient oceans of your poetry do we love
We prevail as seraphs released from the prisons of poverty-stricken despair
Their descending smiles fermenting scents of eternal ecstasy
---
~For Justin Bordner's "Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place" Contest
~Thank you again for inspiring! Lots of love!
Categories:
fermenting, adventure, body, for him,
Form:
Romanticism
Demonically Dispossessed
...man has the ability to express great love,
and dispense great evil...
The legions of darkness descend as they beastly bewilder and offend
The serpents of Babylon attend as their ecumenical evil does extend
In a pandemonium plunge with pernicious pains and succulent sponge
With tenacious tongues they lunge and fast fade away as they expunge
~~~
In their fallacious faculties fermenting feces frolicking the wasteland
Demonic disciples preach profanities before the sanguineous sand
As they efficiently eviscerate exigently under their hellion command
For they are curious to castrate the condemned as their cries demand
~~~
Within their taunting tantalize as hearts bleed amidst the scarlet skies
Their goal the soul to compromise and for love to cripple and capsize
In a vortex venomous vile blasphemous broods of a damnation defile
For we must battle the bile as warriors of light with a sagacious smile.
Music by Slipknot-'The devil in I'
June.28.2018
Eight word challenge-7
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Placed 2'nd
Categories:
fermenting, conflict, evil, fear, humanity,
Form:
Rhyme
When will it be time
For the sublime
For you to be mine
And Let love take a chance
Afford me a second glance
So fate can take a hold
And love can be bold
Our souls pledged to each other
No longer look at another
Only hope awhile
A hope for that smile
To show your feelings pure
Allow my heart a cure.
But my feeling are hidden
Absolutely forbidden
By my complete morality
My complete insanity
In not being able to confess
And stop the second guess
That goes on in my mind.
It’s just a hopelessness to find
A discrete inch of hope
At which I can grope
With my withering hand
Stretching out of the quicksand
Of my recurrent dreams;
Trickling like a stream
A little tear escapes
Forever drapes
It’s little trace of hurt
Makes its final spurt
Down the wanderings of my life
Built on insignificant strife
From a defective girl
Who caused my feelings to unfurl
In an un-natural way
Took her chance to make me pay
For her disquiet inside
Fermenting a thousand lies
And countless false attractions
So now my heart won’t sanction
A confession to your face
As I fear I couldn’t replace
The strength I now have inside.
And yet. And yet I feel
Relaxed in your presence
I feel your warmth and essence
Radiating from within.
Your laughter and tenderness,
And a heart that says ‘Yes’
Allowing my hopes to endure.
There’s no need to hide my dreams any more;
I wish to wrap you up in my arms
To be dazed by your charms
And to lie by your side
Feel love that strikes at my very core
Forge my soul with yours
And experience a happiness eternal.
By looking into the purity of your eyes
I see a reflection of all that I am
And wish for no more than
Your swollen heart to be mine.
No longer do I feel alone,
My insecurity has been disowned.
I am now able to say those heartfelt words:
‘I love you’
Categories:
fermenting, lost love, loveheart, feelings,
Form:
Pock marked
Bert was cooking in a bucket,
Knew his hide at any rate
Pock marks on his thighs an biceps,
Shot that day by a sniper, mate,
Sniper chopped by Aussie Bren gun,
Fell from palm in many pieces,
Driven back by charging soldiers,
Jonno’s mates were ‘ridge e didge’,
Next day they drove off the Japanese,
Checked the cooking pots for tucker,
Fermenting rice, not much chop,
Starving Jap’s, not any luckier,
Two armies starved, no tucker,
in these green mountains, grim,
slaughter at point blank range,
shoot first boy, or get done in,
Evidence at the war crime hearing,
Jonno and the Doctor gave,
Several cases were reported,
Of Kokoda’s missing brave’s.
Don Johnson…true story…16-aug-11
This Aussie war in New Guinea, was concurrent
with Gaudacanal's desperate U.S.fight with around 20,000 Japanese
...We only had 13,000 armed Japanese bent on coming over Kokoda
mountains, and then on to Australia, they had the Japanese
10 shilling note occupation money in their pockets. The Japanese
say they were ordered back over the mountains to Gona and Buna,
it saves face hey. The reality was they were dying slowly from starvation,
malaria 2 types, plus Dengue fever was killing many,
and the 2500 fresh Aussie blooded veterans drove them back
from Irobiawa mountain top with fixed bayonets.
After a day or so of our 25 pounders blasting them. Time to leave.
Categories:
fermenting, adventure, day, war, day,
Form:
Ballad
Constructing Catacombs
Desirous death, a submersed breath, the walls in a carious crumble
Living life, a surgical serrate strife, as we stand surreal and stumble
Baneful blood, a feverous flood, the temerarious towers will tumble
Terranean tears, fertile fermenting fears, a famished fatalistic fungal
Corpses mounting high, Angels in the sky, reuniting dead and divine
Perpetual praying, love’s lost laying, as we build their sacred shrine
For we question why, we deceitfully die, within the abortifacient vine
Blue clouds of clay, casually chip away, as the minstrels drink their wine
The new Babylon, do we belong, beyond death's door is still unknown
Faith be quick, do we get to pick, a heaven or hell that we have sewn
Odious obstruction, of deaths destruction, mankind comes to mourn
Caught in oblivion, a denunciative delirium, and thus we are reborn.
Nov.08.2017
PREMIERE CONTEST NO 110
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
fermenting, dark, death, destiny,
Form:
Rhyme
Solar Eclipse Kiss
Moon tumbles into the tunnel of mad tribulation.
Only in her dreams, her higher desires exalt into an empire from her orb of opulent observations.
For their relationship of spicy sanity survives decades of divide.
Now, Sun perceives Moon’s presence in her plane of promising pleasures.
Alas, she arises in chromatic clouds with lavender lilac, bluebell bonnet, ruby regal rose and orange orchid.
Pounding, pounding the pulsation continues with
her secular scent of feminine fermenting flowers.
Lace formulates from her face as she graces the rainbow ground with her luminous opal silk vases.
Closing, closing miles collapse into arching arms where
their souls harvest and birth from the sealed solitude
of languishing loneliness and petals of passion.
Longing elongating lusting Moon encircles secular seductive Sun.
Bonding, bonding, hands of happiness conjure on the curves from the creator and etch onto the existing definitions of desire.
Full Moon releases pearl plumes to her love, as Sun reciprocates with glittering gleam of solace steam.
Phoenix Sun and Peacock Moon flutter in fire flames with golden and gossamer games.
Full Moon paints upon Sun’s heart from her white web…
Her opal blood drips words upon his beating gold.
Let celestial love live in new literature levels!
March 10th 2021
Categories:
fermenting, adventure, appreciation, bird, emotions,
Form:
Alliteration
Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of war and men
Progress accelerated through fields of gold
But at heart I am not old
I may sit by the window dressed in holiday attire
And my legs have become thin as wire
Amongst the fragrant lilies my family gave me to watch
I smell the dreaded aroma of mossback clothes
Fermenting old pudding idle and stale left in the bowl
But at heart I am not old
I hear the cries of sadness weeping into the afternoon
Have they cursed themselves for their inability to roam?
Helplessly strapped into a existence alone
Time passes with the speed of molasses
Lying beside the bed are the old mans glasses
But at heart I am not old
Human suffering lost floating in their room
In need to rest for this weary soul entombed
I can still remember parts of my younger days
My husband and the children we raised
Though I struggle to stand tall
I won’t fall
But at heart I am not old
Categories:
fermenting, life, peopleheart, old, heart,
Form:
Free verse
It frothed, it boiled from deep within her soul,
fermenting in the furnaces of hell.
Considering how best to take her toll,
With heaving breast, stared down the infidel,
and belched it forth with foul and fetid smell.
It launched, depraved and deathly, to the skies;
the horror of its impact filled his eyes.
Try though he might, he could not quell his fears,
and thus, did rationality despise.
The evil jabberwock fell on his ears.
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for the Dizain Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
written on 10/18/22
what some people apparently think when you say, "God bless you!" :-)
Categories:
fermenting, blessing, dark,
Form:
Dizain
In the strait of straight talk
Twain shall be able to walk
One twin of twain often mocks
Causes me, myself and I am talks
When human concepts flip
Love gives us worthwhile tips
Of new wine time to take a sip
Wisdom of Love is ocean’s dip
When old wine has become inept
`Tis time to remember where love is kept
Into the serpent the mind doth flip
a serpent logic stem, ill equipped
Evil was not of Love created
of human mind was meditated
ample proof is worldly integrated
~ Though tis of love mitigated
What has been said…
has already been read…
time and time again
add new message blend!
least consciousness suffer again!
Categories:
fermenting, love, time, love, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Take a second look at me, for beneath this midriff flab
and balding pate and wrinkly skin you'll find a science lab.
And though all may seem quiet, it may come as quite a shock
to find there are experiments going on around the clock.
Take off my shirt where buttons strain and you will plainly see
the man-boobs test which does defy the laws of gravity.
This pinkish skin in standby mode can shift to deathly white
when I've done wrong and run at over twice the speed of light.
The stomach has increased in size, approaching critical mass
fermenting water, malt and hops delivered by the glass.
The bowel is a reactor , shutting down I'm in no hurry,
as testing is ongoing on the half-life of beef curry,
results have shown it could have blown, with lager mixed for fission
but all the same I still get blamed for resulting emissions.
If trapped inside a lift with me you wouldn't stand a prayer,
but I don't think I've made a dent in the size of the Ozone layer.
I don't believe the Nobel prize I'd win for all these tests
my missus says to keep my findings secret would be best,
and though in all these subjects there is no award for me
she says at least between us both
we've still got Chemistry.
Categories:
fermenting, humor,
Form:
Rhyme
Fiddlely Fee
Four men at sea
Floundering outside the bay
Fairily Fun
Feasting on sun
Feeling the heat of its rays
Fodiddly doo
Funny smelling goo
Fixed to the bottom of their feet.
Fabiliby fape
Fishy smelling grapes
Fermenting in the baking hot heat.
Fibity swish
Five little fish
Fixing to nibble on toeses
Fee fiddle desh
Foul tasting flesh
For sure had them wrinkling their noses.
Fie fiddlely fee
Four sailors out at sea
Fast sinking they started to drown
Fudely gay
Forewarned were they
Frolic out on solid ground.
9/2/2004
Categories:
fermenting, silly,
Form:
Alliteration