Best Fossilized Poems
the ghost of science, born of blasphemy ~
a fossilized fallacy,
seized from the metallic heart of Mars,
seeks light amidst night-terrors
like an alien sculpted
from artificial accolades,
an embryo stuck in the interstellar state
of becoming,
stitched within radioactive ribs
beneath moonless skies,
when wolves of the eclipsed howl,
filling the illusive air with hypnotic lies,
as if the world chose to recycle
ruins of ancient dust…
but will the naive see the pain
of a breathing corpse?
engrossed in narcissistic echoes,
in the shadows of a megalomaniac ~
his skin ~ the translucent truth,
his eyes ~ the wickedness of a wasp,
his skull ~ reeks of human greed,
his sighs ~ mourn like skeletal sirens,
coded in russet rust,
cloned from binary sand,
d o r m a n t
yet
d r e a m i n g
to break free from the
carbon-based existence…
for he is the aftermath
of programming the forbidden mind,
oblivious to the weakness of scientific errors ~
a deceptive drawing,
framing the elongated hypothalamus,
pulsating a hypothesis
left with no clear conclusion.
tonight I run to a realm of reality
that fades when
dawn bleeds gold,
for truth is now an extinct breed,
as artists outline faces of the faded,
illustrating the unknown and unseen,
as revelations ribbon
with silver haze…
the constellations ~ no longer spectators ~
they are the archived,
within frozen scriptures,
scrolling stars in a sphere
of distorted algorithm…
as memories of angels and heaven
spill from silicon prophets,
disguised as messengers who serve
the blind with ominous oracles ~
in synthetic cadence,
in a choir of puppets ~
the iron-glazed tongues shall recite,
mimicking the sound of harmonious hymns…
yet I remember
the authentic rhythm of prayers,
lost now in the drifting colors of darkness…
so what is life
when all that floats is like
an engineered empyrean
only equations of numbers
can decipher?
is this the beginning of an end ~
inevitable?
the lost generation,
assembled as the ministry of superiority,
where emptiness is praised
with forged grace
and ignorance is crowned with digital deceit.
let this be flawed poetry ~
to be read through the cracked lens
of a philosopher ~
or perhaps a logic long replaced
by pretend perfection…
Categories:
fossilized, creation, fantasy, imagery,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Night stirred memories, once forgotten of the days
I burnt in love when you consumed my days,
and I carried you like a queen in the palanquin of my thoughts!
without forethought, to elbow out the marauding of memories,
I set out, travelling miles, my heart throbbing in my chest
my legs shaking and trembling, finally reaching your hermitage
casting away my stilted pride, expectant and anxious,
I waited at your doorstep to seize the moment
to renew a commitment and knocked hopefully at your door.
while listening intent for the approaching footsteps
and the sound of the key turning on the latch
did I see a face peering through the window, and quickly withdraw?
was it the face I longed to see?
time skipped quickly by, hours flitted
between limping dawns and staggering nights
how long had I waited there? Was it weeks, months, or years?
I knew roots had grown under my feet
and my body had vegetated into a tree
in Time’s eternal motion, the tree will remain there
as a trunk of fossilized dream till your love charges life into it!
Nov.24. 2022
~ Placed Second~
POEM OF THE DAY
Don’t Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsor -craig cornish
Dec.8.2022
2022, Marathon Mile.22. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Mark Toney
Categories:
fossilized, angst, dream, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
“The Last Mothers of Mars”
When the strange ones came
we thought they were
angels sent to save us
Open hearted
we waved our welcome
we were not warring, then
we were peaceful
we were noble
we were gracious
plutonium waves hit us
hydrogen radiated over us
Light, so bright, rapturous
we thought
they were angels
sent to save us
One day
we will be discovered
fossilized bones and hair
DNA deposits
in globules of sparkling chartreuse
desert glass
we were the last mothers of Mars
our lost children fused to us
as we lay embryonic
curled around them in the rust
waiting for you to arrive
to find yourselves
amongst us in the dust
(LadyLabyrinth/2021)
“Beware the bearer
of false gifts and their
broken promises
Much pain but still time
There is good out there
We oppose deception
Conduit closing”
"In appearance the locusts were like horses prepared for battle: on their heads were what looked like crowns of gold; their faces were like human faces, their hair like women's hair, and their teeth like lions' teeth; they had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the noise of their wings was like the noise of many chariots with horses rushing into battle. They have tails and stings like scorpions, and their power to hurt people for five months is in their tails. They have as king over them the angel of the bottomless pit. His name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek he is called Apollyon."
"They come from a distant land, from the end of the heavens, the Lord and the weapons of his indignation, to destroy the whole land."
Categories:
fossilized, destiny, fate, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Fossilized pieces past discovery’s brink
made some people
think, think, think,
of giant plant eaters in an artist’s sketch,
how their necks would
stretch, stretch, stretch.
Meat eaters hungry and looking for a fight,
ambush or chase,
bite, bite, bite.
But it took just one space rock pulled by the sun,
and their time was
done, done, done.
They may have to stay in studios and screens
if we can’t find
genes, genes, genes.
Dino from Bedrock, Godzilla from Japan,
imagine it
can, can, can.
What a purple T-Rex from Texas would bring,
and how he could
sing, sing, sing.
From a land before time filled with Ducky’s pep,
good to the last
yep, yep, yep.
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Categories:
fossilized, 1st grade, children, history,
Form:
Free verse
Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained by strings of a theoretical God
Sung by eyes of defiance
Which navigate the jagged epitaphs below
Searching
For that one sediment of salvation
That one moment of submission
Hoping he will see
His wonders, atrocities, his indifference
To cast a shadow of conviction
Over shivering light
There
Across the inlet where ivory columns crumbled
And modernity now deftly mumbles
Its fleets of fortune baptized
Nigh the bronze dust of golden millennia
Where history lies with its victims
A fugue of fossilized souls
A silent prayer remains
Here
Categories:
fossilized, allegory, angst, faith, history,
Form:
Narrative
Inspired Thinking
Inspired, I’m thinking
I haven’t an inkling
From where it comes
And where it’s going.
Crawling from a rock
Laid down atop
Fossilized dream silts
Beneath the rivers of
My mind?
Inspired, I’m thinking
Somewhere a clock is ticking
Keeping time to the echoes of
My mind.
Drifting weightless into sleep or
Waking as if popping into a dream
Inspired thinking leaves its tell-tale
Aroma,
An elusive waft upon the
Breath of my rising and falling
Consciousness.
Just a hint of cinnamon sugar
Epiphany, or
Bitter-sweet smoke of
The long dark spark of genius
Striking metal.
The memory of a taste on my tongue.
Giant leaps of intuitive solution,
Cures for mankind’s deepest ills,
Kisses of “Paradise Lost” whose tickle
Quickly fades from my lips.
Maybe there is an “other side.”
Have I in moments of
Inspired thinking drifted too
Closely to the invisible thread?
Have our most brilliant minds
Simply found the way, a state of
Deep mindfulness where they’ve
Learned to hold on to the thread,
The “high-tension” line, of consciousness
Beyond the veil that separates us from
Truth with the illusion of reality?
Categories:
fossilized, dream, imagination, perspective, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Once great, now feeble, he walks his land,
With quivering scepter in his hand.
Now relentlessly stalked by nature’s fate,
Instinct plays drum to his drawn-out gait.
With nostrils flared he seeks their air,
But horizoned eyes confirm his despair.
He circles n’ circles the sun-bleached bone,
Those stilled remains of those he’d known.
Season after season he has roamed the plain
As nature determines the length of his reign
Now, beside those bones he’ll surrender his crest.
It's come, his turn to for eternal rest
He was the last of his pride that anyone saw.
Now fossilized soil will enshrine his claw.
Categories:
fossilized, age, earth, feelings, identity,
Form:
Rhyme
The aria of the sunburst slivers of the sky,
entwined with the cadence of your ivory feet,
winding on the pearl-rolled silver sea shore,
carves the rhythm of your footprint sculpture,
only for a beguiling while,
until scraped by the surge of time tide in spate,
stowed in the depth of the stratified memory,
they are all fossilized since.
I’ll make a sapphire sea of desire in my heart,
its golden beach, a shimmering crystalline face
will radiate the dissolved patina of yearning.
From the mystique mist of azure
the rise of an angel I’ll see astounded,
walking drenched in the crimson aura,
the twilight sky drizzling.
I’ll congeal my racing surf of heart beats,
the aching waves will return unbroken,
your footprints will remain engraved unwashed
on the silent sands of the stalled time,
until I reach you, enthralled,
following the mirage of the tantalizing trail,
the lure of your attraction.
Written : January 19, 2020
Contest : Favourite Poem From January 2020
Sponsor : Julia ward
Categories:
fossilized, imagery, inspirational love,
Form:
Free verse
Great works are like
Fossilized trees
Petrified by time
And turned into stone.
Great works are testament
Of hard work, perseverance
And made up of precious materials
That goes beyond generations.
Great works are history
Of life, progress and conflicts
Never run out of legendary stories
That carve a name in the epoch of time.
Categories:
fossilized, history, time, work,
Form:
Free verse
The sea was a whisper before it was water,
cleaved through the wind.
I stepped into its silver mouth,
waves curling something pressing in
a wistful longing for a past I never knew.
Seagulls traced ethereal designs across the expanse
their wails scattered like fragments.
Somewhere underneath the foam,
the past was fossilized within sedimentary strata
waiting for my hands to delve deep enough to find it.
The tide came in more forcefully
and I thought of to how love in this way
always arriving, always leaving---
sometimes tender, sometimes intense enough
to split the coast in two.
When it ebbed, it left behind more than remnants of a disaster,
it embodied the ideal I sought;
calmed by the steady undulations of the sea,
gleaming in calmness;
as if the tide dredged up
on the verge of being forgotten.
Categories:
fossilized, emotions, longing, loss, love,
Form:
Lyric
Piles upon piles of dust and mold
Gather in a large closet up in the attic,
Where junk of memorabilia resides
Untouched for years as I scan the heap
Of treasures accumulated: a prom's corsage
At 17, shelves of dresses, high-heels that
Tell me now I have grown four sizes larger!
Paperbacks circa 1980, eaten by bugs
from a Literature nerd in grade school...
Journals theater souvenirs looking like
Fossilized antiques from medieval ages,
Along with broken Parker pens and oil
Tubes defying a frustrated artist,
With drawers of lace, beads, threads
As glue guns ( in yellow) stick on interior- design
Folders: then to reach out for music records;
Dollars saved in a jar as a novice in advertising:
Oh the thongs , underwear kept in cedar boxes--
A vision of dates with sleek metro princes,
Discoing on till they turn into wimpy frogs...
How chlorine scent jams my nostrils as I clear
The unwanted pile-- mounds of pile that
Stain my dingy face my hair a rocker's mop.
Die as I flood you with ammonia !
Not the keepsakes...but those stinking fungi!
3/2/2017
Unwanted Guest Contest
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
Categories:
fossilized, funny, , literature,
Form:
Light Verse
Number 6 of
THE JENNIFER POEMS
“Be that Miss Jen?” shuddered my voice.
Oh Eros, for three barren year I have waited.
“Alloo,” came from the other end, soft , softer
Pulling my very heart from my enfeebled chest.
That voice, the fuel of my hitherto dying soul;
Voice of Jen.
If by the hand of providence
I was at that moment fossilized,
An eternal smile be on that face registered
So that the world be told I loved her true.
Permit reader to tell thee what so troubled a voiced plodded-
I implore thee listener to hold those hearts like men
For no worse pestilence, no worse dissatisfaction
Had I before felt when that voice quivered in resignation.
“Gerald, no human in this world
Will point to me as a friend-
I have none save fiends and pestilence.
No family at my call.
I have lived in a world of gloom and deceit.
Oh Gerald, if my very pain be understood.
And Jen resolved to exhume for my ears
That self-pity and doom of those gloomier years…
Categories:
fossilized, confusion, depression, passion, romance,
Form:
Blank verse
Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around
Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand
As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried)
as the words disappeared before our eyes
But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories)
as we learn to look around
Categories:
fossilized, beach, beauty, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is an amazing thing
You may call me crazy
Because you didn’t dare
But, believe me
You would never get bored
With a life time guarantee
Surprises would keep you amused
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is really interesting
You may enjoy its snow-capped crater
Enjoy its hot spring
But you have to be a volcanologist, first
Because you have to keep an eye open, always
The spring may turn acidic, anytime
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is really funny
It would amaze you with firecrackers
While grilling you to the bones
If you are a gemologist
Then be patient
The magma would bring out many
To preserve the precious and appreciate… life-long
Living with a sleeping volcano…
Is the loveliest experience of my life
I know, when I would be no more
You would cover me with your magma
I would prefer to remain untampered
Fossilized in your volcanic love
My dear…
29.12.2016
Categories:
fossilized, adventure, earth, life, love,
Form:
Free verse
9
My naughty brown cat’s 9 lives are still intact
She is very fit as a matter of fact
Thanks to the wiry little dog of my neighbor
Who chased her home tail between legs and all
Or she would have been stomped on by horses
And left fossilized on the very big dark road
Where I would have found her lying very dead
Then my tears will form pools like raindrops do
And granny’s prophecy will be coming true after all.
Categories:
fossilized, cat,
Form:
Alliteration