Best Geyser Poems
No, not a geyser,
Not a woman,
Old faithful sits
Patiently in my kitchen,
Awaiting my need for her
Old faithful is an organ,
Rich velvety tones
Growls when I ask her
Or spits, or even moans...
What a companion
She does make
No need for deception,
No room for fake...
She's gotten me through,
Many a rough time
She asks no questions
She's guilty of no crime
Her teeth, bared...
Ready to rock
She needs no food,
She reads no clock
She takes me away
On many a mystic trip
As we soar together
Joined at the hip
So keep your guitars,
Your trumpets, your bass
This girl is mine,
Smiling toothy face.
Hawaii's Kilauea volcano erupted,
as lava flowed over its cauldron!
The quiescent
Goddess awakes!
What once was a placid pool of liquid lava,
has morphed into a geyser of magma.
And it's ejecting molten plumes of rock
high into the atmosphere, lighting up the night.
When Gaia flows into the sea,
is she giving birth to the land?
Time contradicts;
permanency.
I was in the hospital at only five,
the medicine gave me a big hive.
Sunday school taught us to be alive,
my spirit soared and wanted to drive.
When I was seven I got really sick,
they gave me ice cream to lick.
I loved warm soup with a cheese breadstick,
my spirit loved it and soared with a big kick.
Now older with aches and pains yet wiser,
my spirit soars like a heavenly geyser.
"
I have memories of this place.
I made friends.
I made enemies.
I lived within the walls of this block.
In the corridor.
In the bathroom.
When I leave, I'll leave my mark.
On the walls.
On the doors.
My name, my message, with the marker.
'Bye, Miss U :('
'I will miss you, always.'
But don't think it's limited to these marks.
There are some other stuff that I would do.
I'm gonna write 'Don't Forget Us'.
And I'll make sure you don't do too.
I'll lock the almirah, flush the keys.
Take off the plug outlet of the geyser.
Cut the wires, set them free.
Break the commode, it's just a teaser.
Mind if I shut all the doors from inside?
Giving you a hard time opening them up.
Sufficing my sadistic mental disability.
'Hostel assistant? Warden? Wassup?!'
I'll steal, I'll destroy and cause you wounds.
'Cause for no reason I'm angry at you.
Weren't you already annoyed when I was here.
So I'll leave some marks that stick like glue.
My boys, my pals and the days we had had.
Memorable to bits, their dedication to cue.
I'm gonna miss the times we spent.
(And how I secretly spoilt them too. ;) )
"
Tut Tut. * Sigh *
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by Rachel Dunkerque AKA Carolyn V. Crawford
(lyric and melody)
You yearn to hear me whisper, your name against your chest
Taste my lips in the kiss of a pouring rain
Under skies on fire with God's fine play
You want your arms to close me in
Feel the thunder clap the lightning in its hand
You spoke such words, no riddle
It was so clear I was your aim
I took account, but I never said a thing
Now as regards your exhortations, I answer no and no again
You see the ring you wear means I'd be second-hand.
'Cause if I lay me down beside you
Flesh to flesh I'd want to bind you
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
You hunger to embrace me at sea in first the light
Caress my face awash in flames as they burn the night
Watch the deep erupt with geyser mists
Wrap me endless in your arms
Let the day-star dance us slowly toward star-night
Oh-h-h-h the winsome way you woo me
Feels like a lovely fairy tale
I shake my head, turn temptation from my way
Since I'm a girl who leans toward leprechauns
It makes it hard for me to say
I'll be your one and only dream that cannot stay.
'Cause if I lay me down beside you
Flesh to flesh I'd want to bind you
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
'Cause if I lay me down beside you
Flesh to flesh I'd want to bind you
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
Forever close to me in the recess of my heart.
Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene,
nature is the forest, with its many shades of green.
Nature is the birds, welcoming in the dawn,
nature is a calf, struggling to its feet as soon as it is born.
Nature is a salmon, swimming against the stream,
nature is a volcanic geyser, venting off steam.
Nature is a beast, kicking up a storm,
nature is the trees, all bent, and broken, looking so forlorn.
Nature is lightning striking the ground,
nature is a forest fire, consuming all around.
Nature is a tornado, with its screaming roar,
nature is a tidal wave, washing every thing ashore.
Nature can be a beauty, and nature can be a beast.
My head feels like it has a lava lamp inside
The skull has a long crack going across the front
I think it’s time to rotate the winter Mucha
Slide up the spring beauty with her berries and birds
Tis the season for old fashioned double features
Killer girls and flesh eating zombies rule this year
Sucking the crystal geyser for all it is worth
The pole humping, lap dancing nemesis at play
Think I’ll drop some winter pounds and grow a new tan
Feed my birdies and then the melodies will come
Make my life sound thrilling with my ukulele
While I pour down those Beefeater gin and tonics
I’ll collect pie birds and light incense each day
While praying for a zoftig desperate housewife
Change my religion back to innocent pagan
Shed all this Christian guilt like a well worn condom
I’ll hang Wiccan twig men in the lush green forest
And read about the Peloponnesian war years
Polish my ceramic frogs for the porch display
Then ship my old video tapes to my momma
Install some buckhorns on the hog for back relief
And turn fifty with a big four twenty bong hit
I’ll drop in just to ask question and make one think
Then listen to baseball while hammering fine nails
Grow some fat tomatoes in hanging flower pots
Number my candles with secret hieroglyphics
Yes, my head will crack open like a rotten egg
Then the healing will begin, and the world will turn
I Leaped
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Saw my life indisputably clinging to a past night.
Saw my hopes fall downward, as my heart lay broken.
Ripped asunder like petals of a buttercup, strewn.
Vanished with the wind.
Saw my dreams undeniably showing in the moonlight.
Saw my mind rebounding and life’s paths ricochet.
Turned, I, somewhere to a place that in God I knew not.
Lost in the landscape.
Saw my soul distinctly crying, dying without insight.
Saw my lone self-sinking in a crest’s avalanche.
Plunging quickly as a geyser whose power lost might.
Steaming with duty.
Saw my Father understandingly reach down from above.
Felt the strength of loving as He held out His hand.
Leaped I safely to the bosom of His arms that day.
Praying, by faith, home.
Something sublime about you
I cannot shake it from my mind
Something that never came to view
Life is short and dreamers blind
Time lapsed into a itch of memory
When school days were done
Love baited you for gallant history
Beauty is fragile in the sun.
What happened at the wailing wall
What turmoil or wisdom deep
Rose like a geyser to turbulent fall
On the sensitivity shook from sleep?
You came to our tropic shores again
Transformed, removed, distant
From all reality - untouched by pain
Or thoughts that made men hesitant
I saw you once from a passing car
Too fast before I knew to stop
Did not seem you were gone too far
Nor heard Horus dark wings drop
They said one day you walked from the pier
And never tried to swim away, silence
Marked where the wide eddy appeared
And I still sift for love the muted evidence.
The stretched moments and the yawns I swallow are bitter
Mr. Boss keeps rolling his eyes
Sleep is camping behind my eyelids and I hopelessly endeavour to defeat it
You can't blame me when everything smells like my grandma's afternoon tea
My thoughts are galloping on his office walls like wild stallions
Sleep is piercing my soul like geyser of water
Mr. Boss shakes his hands in the air not knowing my horses' tails are tangled up on his index finger
My horses spin like the Sufi men from the East
My Laughter spills into the grim space of the office
Horses neigh merrily and bite Mr.Boss' frown lines
All is good now!
Mom, Grandma, Nancy, Stephen, June
Laughing, talking, cooking past noon
Clean, fresh vanilla candle smell
Messy house means all is well
Christopher, David, Penny, Jan
My dog Short Stack; my biggest fan
Sweet caramel Hershey kiss
Sour lemon Lipton iced tea; Brisk
Melanie, Ashley, little James, Sebastian
Cousins sharing stories with great passion
Sincere talk with my lovely niece
Rough tug a war with my Maltese
Frank, Barb, Allen, Deby, Steve, Debi, husband, wife
All couples with true love in their life
Icy Crytsal Geyser water; cold
Steamy green bean casserole
Myself, Allen, Steph, Rob, Tami, Ron
Texas hold ‘em, reminiscing about Don
Innocent ones filled with love and hope
Raw feelings, finding strength to cope
Alicia, Terry, Frances, Marea, Gayle, Beth, Danielle
Close friends who about anything, I can tell
Together on opinions about men
Apart in our attractions to them
Icy chill in the air forcing others to touch
Friends and relatives we don’t see enough
Hot red bonfire, eggnog with brandy
Cold blue lips, children with candy
Missing my dad, wishing he was here
Taking comfort that others are near
Quiet glances, whiff of cigar smoke
Loud voices, sip of Bacardi and coke
This day is a day I will always remember
Memories to hold until next November
Hate how time slips away too fast
Love this day and want it to last
Here’s a toast to Thanksgiving Day 2010
Until next year when we celebrate again
Her tears run down her face as she backs away.
The cold, hated anchor of betrayal drags you beneath.
The harsh, razor covered kiss, runs down your arm, slicing deep.
The metal clang and spark, peircing your ears.
The shackles claw and tear as they embed themselves into your skin sinking their fangs into your blood.
Each second your skin grows pale, life slowly being sucked from your heart.
All hell breaks lose as sanity dies, metal slams against the ground, courtesy of your thrashing.
Your body slams against the ground, the blade bursting into your mind.
A dark red geyser is formed, painting your body all around.
Your eyes leave your head rolling away.
Her hand grasps your heart and feeds it to your soul, laughing maniacally as it chokes.
With one last twitch, your body lays still, the thought of you insane, gone away.
LIL’ MISS GHOUL
On the night of Walpurgistnacht,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks into her bedroom,
She is deeply saddened after the break up with her latest man.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul puts on her black Victorian dress,
Softly weeping, she sits down at her Gothic, Victorian Vanity Mirror,
She gets out her pure black lipstick and paints her lips black,
Her nails already painted black from this morning,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul walks to her window and slowly looks at the moon,
Her sobs becoming stronger as she tilts her head at the full moon,
She sings to herself a song of love as she begins to weeps hysterically,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul returns to sit down at her Vanity Mirror desk,
She looks at all the pictures of the men surrounding her mirror,
The men who swore their love to her, used her and ditched her,
She slumps over her sobs uncontrollable.
She looks at the Gothic switch blade knife and picks it up,
She looks at the men she thought loved her,
One by one, they were only interested in her body,
Lil Miss Ghoul makes a hard, quick slash across her right wrist,
She looks at the moon, then, slashed her left wrist.
Lil’ Miss Ghoul stops crying, as she looks at the moon.
The blood from her wrists like a geyser, quickly spilling from her body,
She never takes her eyes off of the moon as her life slipped away,
Lil’ Miss Ghoul rises from her body, looks at the men she thought loved her,
She remained hovering in her room, till the next morning.
Momma came knocking, entered her room, and screamed,
Momma screaming, “Oh, my baby!!!! NOOOOO!!!!!!”
Daddy came running to Momma’s screams,
Daddy falls to his knees as he begins to cry, “NOOOO!!!!!”
As the days passed till Lil’ Miss Ghoul’s funeral,
Lil Miss Ghoul in spirit form attended her own funeral.
At her own funeral, Lil Miss Ghoul looks around,
Her entire family was there, all her friends,
She watched as they all painfully weeps hysterically.
Lil Miss Ghoul realized she has made a mistake,
As she says, “Oh my God, what have I done? These people are the one’s that love me, why did I let these men get to me?”
She fell from the skies
Couldn't keep floating on the lies
Pretending to be
What everyone wanted to see
An angel with papier-mâché wings
She was a Lamborghini riddled with dings
But to all she was a hottie
Driving around in a stolen Bugatti
Saying all the right things in your ear
If she couldn't have her way shed a tear
All those around her wanted
To give her all she desired undaunted
None the wiser
The next burst from this geyser
Could obliterate them all
It seemed she would never fall
From the clouds she rode
Even as her halo no longer glowed
Because all were blind
None the secret could find
But all this caught up to her
Only so much could be hidden
Behind the sheer gossamer
Of their eyes a veil eaten away by lichen
Truth be told she was still a breath taker
But the joy ride was over for this faker...
BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR
Behind the closed door, a brew of brazen pain
Like a geyser gushes out, woe-filled teary rain
When in midst of all, pretense of happy smile
Though in heart flows, sorrow like the Nile
Of torture, of torment: tides secret sweep the brain
Disloyalty, Dreams demolished and the missed train
Blatant scene of none to pull the chain!
Leaves us distraught at least for a while
Behind the closed door....
Augments our agony, if to all we try to explain
Some good is to conceal, like the beetles their death they feign
As we walk alone , stronger we grow, in search of safety isle
Few miles though turbulent, we 'll learn to reconcile
Gather we slowly, inner-strength and lost hope to regain
Behind the closed door.
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016