Best Fossilised Poems
The sun glitters on the seas smooth surface viewed high from a hilltop
Light blue and pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently on the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by effervescent lemonade froth
Purple fairy floss sponges entwine with different size orange cone shells
With outgoing waves Bubbles stream from the crab holes like champagne
A symphony of ocean sounds rumbling thunderlike echoing hissing foam
crashing waves to the splishing , splashing, fizzing sounds of dissipating
froth incoming and outgoing the translucent blue sea like a fresh soda.
On the pier the tangerine sunset reflects on the deep green glassy water...
Sea breezes blowing a cooling wind Bristling breeze Murmmering ocean
The cliffy hillsides carve a steep stairway to yet another hidden beach..
Like jewels dotted on the sand , these beautiful sea-rocks and shells
sit, it seems untouched , lay softly embedded in the damp sand.
This beach also yeilds thick, green seaweed and fossilised sponges .
Every beach has its own special seaweed , unique shells and rock shapes.
From the roadway the dusk descends a cat on the beachside curb
As the light fades two more cats quietly emerge from the shadows..
Quickly slinking out from the hollows, nooks and crannies more cats appear..
In the space of a few minutes the beach road is teeming with felines
Out of the darkness a car approaches to join this mysterious meeting.
A woman steps out of the car with parcels and the cats crowd around her..
Categories:
fossilised, childhood, nature, sea, uplifting,
Form:
Blank verse
Kisses from insolvent grave,
Stole the dying breath away
So dizzyingly fast,
It escaped as fleeting vapour;
The hackles bristled, raised,
Clouds of ink on sunny days,
As scratching quills engraved
Upon white paper
Who among the sprawl could feel
If it was or wasn’t real,
The secret of the dream
Beyond the ruffle of the curtain?
Beggar soup and furtive fate
And how long we wait and wait,
Until all that yet may be,
Remains uncertain.
Someone gasped but never said
If the halos ‘round the head
Needed either polishing
Or a surreptitious breaking,
I don’t at length suppose
That at the naming of the rose,
The parents knew the thorns
Would be the making.
And like canaries in a mine
We are running out of time,
So dizzyingly fast
We are encroached by our inactions;
All we were and were not told,
Fossilised by freezing cold,
And all that was or passes by
Were scant distractions.
Categories:
fossilised, history, life, loss, philosophy,
Form:
Verse
not a bone to pick on beach walks
with my lover just pleasure and leisure
strolls in the sand of time and togetherness
joined at the hips of mind body and soul
sizzling fingertips and footsteps near the edge
of the water crested in undulation
two people one wavelength
vital force and universal calling
treading a path of happy destiny
every now and then we find a fossilised form
minute skeleton small reminder
that permanence does not exist
of the past being bygone
and the future yet to come
as long as life grants us more hours
sometimes there is a bit of amber to be found
majestic tree sap for jewellery and ornaments
treasure gems and relics of measured meter
and the wonderful presence of nature
resonating resin if fortune is kind
occasionally a fish gnawed to the bone
by a seagull like Jonathan Livingston
its meaning as melodious as a Bach symphony
while our strides become a concerto in themselves
the saunter resembles a poem
quietly recited without words
simply flowing to the sound of the waves
of synaesthetic delight with sea stars’ applause
to the magnificent galactic power of
sun moon and stellar composure
sorrows melt away with each further step
the foreshore fuses between our toes
as the covered bones print a trail
washed away by tidal command
gratitude humility love and compassion
truly not a bone to grind with each other
blessed by a union made in heaven and beyond
Categories:
fossilised, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Brushed with the languorous strokes of sunset
The landscape touched by a sinewy fire,
Breathing beneath the purple haze sky
As electrical dusk tugs molecular wire.
Bats from the caverns jerk black on thermals,
Bouncing their radar off structures and ground,
Charred blots of rag flap through the ether,
Guided in following echoes of sound.
Lights gleaming yellow in dullish convection,
Pale at the windows of ramshackle bars,
Shadows drop slowly in gutters and roadways
Silhouette snowfalls burying cars.
On the spire of the church a weathervane creaks,
Fossilised cockerel of iron and age,
Pointing to something that lay in the distance,
Something to which light could no more engage?
Eventide comes with a lonely delivery,
The cloak of atonement spread onto the day
As the hours that burned fade into the past
And scenes that once anchored have drifted away.
Categories:
fossilised, allegory, life, nature, places,
Form:
Verse
Time crystallised into every golden grain
Fine as the flakes off my skin
For a thousand years void of rain
Rising to Rah with the slope of the dunes
Crocodile tears fill the Nile
For they flourish for a thousand miles
To nourish – with sacrifice - Pharaoh in his tomb
Then deposit the salt off your back into the desert storm
In the shade of a hundred degrees of sun
Chiselled into a hieroglyphic sign
Sahara dreams rose with the pyramids of Giza
Ensured to succeed under the Sphinx’s gaze
Carried on the back of camels
To churn their milk into caramel
The sands hide a bullion of molten gold
A haunted dynasty were souls are fossilised into a mould
Under the crack of the whiplash
The God’s sweat pores brimming a mirage
To align boulders with the sunspot in agonising screams
Pharaoh now rests for eternity in his Sahara dreams
31-07-2015
Thabang Jan Ngoma
Sponsor: John lawless
Contest Name: How Hot Was It!!!
Categories:
fossilised, dream, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
The worst has yet to come,digging up fossilised feelings of mammoth proportion which way a ton,years of emotion wraped in lares of flesh an dirt,exhumed over a billion century's of prehistoric pain and hurt.
Categories:
fossilised, feelings,
Form:
ABC
life without water
could not ever be sustained
thank the spring showers
water cascades... rain
distilled... early morning dew
winter confetti
no water... no frogs
deathly silence... then it rained
the sound of splashes
all life dependent
some dance for water... it rains
sustaining splashes
the shape of water
drips in profusion... shapes rain
land submerged... flooding
the shape of water
precipitation... shapes rain
land submerged... flooding
water... anhydrous
nature now fickle... confused
life... it has no choice
clean water... yes clean
stop polluting... life's dying
each spring... disasters
LIFE
oceans...earth's mirrors
past images... memorised
of life... fossilised ...
Categories:
fossilised, nature, seasons, water,
Form:
Haiku
They say that any dream is organised around a wish.
That a dream can often be the fulfilment of a wish.
Last night I dreamt. I dreamt that we were gone.
Palaeontologists declared, after
years of painstaking escavation
that remains found tamped,
under a long dried sea were
fibres of make believe, washed
to the oceans floor from the faces
of a corralled people driven down
the trails of unbridled emotion;
Complicity secreted, streamed along
sensory tributaries scoured deep
by generation of tears, fossilised
into masks fated to be held up in
white coated Neuro-typical wonder,
so called evidence of genetically
unmodified strangers never enabled
to root in unyielding earth.
A dream can also be organised around a fear.
Last night I dreamt. I dreamt that we were gone.
Proof of my fear that tolerance, for us, would come too late?
Categories:
fossilised, allegory, allusion, analogy, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
ANC and Joe Slovo
ANC took on the white -run system and won, we hoped
for a new free country an apartheid- free land
The “Rainbow Nation sprung to life reconciliation, dancing
in the streets, which have become crime-ridden by now.
But the ANC cannot rule forever, and it is fossilised
And has of lately written history that leaves out many.
Indian and white people who helped to end apartheid
Are being pushed aside like it was only a black affair.
Do you remember Joe Slovo and fought for a free Africa
For forty years, ah, but, he was white and a Jew, he gave
All he had for the cause, but now slowly like many Indians
Are pushed into the background.
I think the leadership ANC have been corrupted it will sink
To the level of Zimbabwe, they broke their promise to help
Soweto, but it is still there, Joe Slovo is no more.
I see it is difficult to get American readers to take an interest in
something that is not about the USA and sugar-coated love stories
"house on the Prairie stuff"
Categories:
fossilised, absence,
Form:
Blank verse
In the southern hemisphere
At the tip of the eastern hemisphere
Upside down, opposite from most around the world
To find your true location I point to the ground
Past the molten magma and the fossilised death
We meet in the centre of the earth
Our connection is the core
The intense heat we glow
The poetry we pen
The artistry we burn
Inspired by:
PoetrySoup
Categories:
fossilised, earth, love, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
ANC and Joe Slovo
ANC took on the white-run system and won, we hoped
for a new free country an apartheid-free land
The “Rainbow Nation sprung to life reconciliation, dancing
in the streets, which have become crime-ridden by now.
But the ANC cannot rule forever, and it is fossilised
And has of lately written history that leaves out many.
Indian and white people who helped to end apartheid
Are being pushed aside like it was only a black affair.
Do you remember Joe Slovo and fought for a free Africa
For forty years, ah, but, he was white and a Jew, he gave
All he had for the cause, but now slowly like many Indians
Are pushed into the background.
I think the leadership ANC have been corrupted it will sink
To the level of Zimbabwe, they broke their promise to help
Soweto, but it is still there, Joe Slovo is no more.
Categories:
fossilised, absence,
Form:
Blank verse
A live T-Rex, but should I stand and fight
It’s foul breath and it’s drool made me take flight
I just couldn’t bear
That if I stayed there
I’d be forevermore a coprolite
[Coprolite = Fossilised Dino Poop]
6 November 2022
Contest: A Funny Limerick - Make Me Laugh
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Categories:
fossilised, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Waldorf warbling wa wo we wa
Glows from hidden archetypes are not architects nor are they archetypical in construction. In fact it is the translucent bud of a tropospheric triangle that timely counts one two three and is recognised by algorithms who arrive in boats..............................and often the marginalized margins marry made matrons. Similar to a test tube station. Ideas of ignorant into itemised innocents. And blemishes of bulls are considered as patriotic as a left key bulletin. But only if shown in a block but blocks can rock and rock is taken to create a sturdy successful monument to endure the tomorrows. Take then one baby tyrannosaurus cell, a tubular squirt from fossilised tree, a serpents tooth dipped in sacrificial sacrament and infant blood, draw then the power circle and square and wait. Yes wait. Wait whilst the concoction reaches eleven percent displayed in digital dials on the big machine. Do stand outside the glass please. Great euphoria will be arriving so no need to add more mix. Oh what is that creature bursting into scales and shape. With huge bug eyes and clawed fists. Hunched. Oh feed it a hen through the hatch then watch as the insides explode with feather, bile and blood broil. Now get the little tables in to admire the spectacular creation. It has grown. Good job the ceiling goes up like a cylinder in there. The top was covered eons ago by signing and astronomically placed was the top which peeks over Pluto's rim. Adequate proportionate space for creature's growth. Charming chatting charging creations. And a lovely dose of mucus on a semi baked bean. Yum. Now to post a few jam slices slowly through the post boxes. Good and good night. Disproportionate donkeys don't dance. Xxxxxx ten cents plus nine dimes multiplied by fifty yuan and a pound of euro equals?????? Combinational z z z zbz zbzb btu xbz question not the plankton crystalized in a jar z
Categories:
fossilised, absence, africa, america, analogy,
Form:
Gigantic footprints there on the beach
So big that a dozen men could stand in each
Yet what made these footprints did not simply stand
But went every which way all over the sand
The emperor came and because he was wise
He noticed the footprints were not fossilised
Nor in a straight line for they’re trod all about
He asks for some quiet to figure it out
And things become clear when he talks again
Is Gulliver practicing waltz again?
Categories:
fossilised, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
And then the cold had its story to tell again and emerged overnight
The seasons had not changed but as always kept a sudden surprise
Days sunbathing and skinny dipping on the beach felt like a shiver
As the UV filter congealed in oily tubes and prepared to hibernate
Shells from the shoreline caught the fading light by the window
Sent a message of hope and rebirth with foregone conclusions
That life can be a nauseous circle and hearts can fade without fail
Pebbles watched on still sandy and puzzled for they had lost the sea
Driftwood was stacked near the fireplace and awaited its fate
Would it go up in smoke or be preserved for artwork and fantasy
Knotted and round at the edges the tinder planned its escape
We should warm hearts and memories and refuse to be ashes
Fossilised wisdom cast its message from the core of its surface
Requested to be held in regard and esteem by the collector
Sandalwood fragrance conjoined with salty motion making waves
And reached deep inside sadness and sorrow for ongoing erosion
Jenny had lit candles whose flames danced a ballet with apt feeling
Moving as they held court over coal logs bellow ember and ashes
Their flickering flashes sang a tune of resilience and feeble closure
Blending with shades of rose petals and thorns gathered in summer
While woollen hats blankets and hot water bottles found purpose
In the essence and meaning of heart-warming tender togetherness
Jenny folded summer clothes and gave them a home in the confines
Of her chest of drawers handed down over generations of close kin
She made pumpkin soup with ground cinnamon and nobly ginger
Grated herbs seeds and remembrance then smacked her kind lips
My kisses have survived another year frozen as they may impress
The knowledge that life is impermanent and wanes as it struggles
In the distance a fog horn sounded mist spray darkness and longing
The lighthouse’s beams shone a torch and glowed unperturbed
Whereas Jenny felt a moment of questioning the might of the ocean
Took out a photograph and honoured her husband long missed in a storm
25th October 2019
Categories:
fossilised, seasons,
Form:
Free verse