Best Golems Poems
Boxed in prize-fighter
Spinning punches for a sold-out crowd
Tubes and tubes
Run chain for miles, rust spots baring
Stark, empty Jews
Playing corn in a field, as
Nazi golems keep track of the moves.
A dusty field lying naked and bruised
Soaking a fever
Like a garden patch, mid-Sundayafternoon.
A mindless hum and the funereal gloom
Turns black to life - avarice Mary; my wife
Has been sick Seven years - with undying green eyes
Her clock springs sprung, like the misshapen tide.
Son of a demon and a witch,
Fighting against harbingering the apocalypse.
The Right Hand of Doom against Heaven's sake...
Accompanies this young boy and his pancakes.
Born from Hell,
In which he will twice return;
A reputation of honor and respect,
Is one he would earn!
Goblins, ghosts, ghouls and golems;
Godly and ungodlike all to confront...
Now an honorary man and a Bureau,
Guarded by his giant punch!
His coat and belt would house items,
To balance off his fiends and occult.
And when they didn't work,
He would just go for the throat!
Ogdru-Jahad, Baba Yaga and Rasputin,
Are a few of the villains he would face,
This Anung Un Rama,
Our Hellboy, our fate.
August, 17th 2021
Guaranteed Giver of goodness is my God of grace,
Guarding me, guiding me, His gazelle, I gladly graze,
In green grasses, He guides me with gentle governance,
Gaze on Him, I will one day, garbed with glowing garments,
Gleaming with glee, I glean greedily from His golden gems,
Glazed with gratitude, I genuinely gulp gospel truths like golems,
Gaining gaily from Godly gatherings across the glorious globe,
Like a garden growing with geraniums and gentians in good hope,
Gradually glancing towards glorification through heavenly gates,
Glimpses of great grandiosity beyond the golden street awaits.
12.11.2020
For Eve Roper's "Alliteration" contest
quaffing caustic acidic ale, a prankster did stage
analogous to raging figurative fire of rage
within my belly – riven asper spinal binding
ripped from every book marked page
caw zing quite an ache – fiercely teas sing
curative panaceas sans
almond sunset, chamomile, osage
tea, yukon try grabbing with all your might,
even enlisting Strain gauge
in tandem
with a bunch of bootlegged banshees
freed from their cage
as last resort drafting electric eels,
shocking quite astute
accompanied by
jack and the Giant beanstalk golems to boot
or tiger (perhaps named Tony,
mean to the bone, but...oh so cute
who dwells in a tony neighborhood),
swishing tail (Nike like),
and held up ala playing the flute
an unseen hellacious, ferocious, or egregious beast,
who expells offal asphyixiating
from a moon unit sized Glute
yea, I could also allude to some flying dragon,
who gives nada ha hoot,
somehow remotely controlling to ram into ewe,
these high speed U-Haul trucks
combine all the above scenario,
aye know really sucks
which gagging induces
the worst instance of reflux
the sum total would,
only feebly meet Karma credit rating as de luxe
approximate the onset
of red hot enflamed ducks
(my apologies to PETA, Paul, Luke...),
they madly flap wings, yawping beaks,
vis a vis on par withque clucks
clan – Whew...only then
(after paying yee a million bucks
please keep on the que tee i.e. hush)
regarding this soupy poetic fabrication
bravely bursting buttucks amucks.
My arms no longer carry me,
And wheels replaced my legs.
In faraway memories a child still lives,
that as a grey rodent encircles me.
In obscure dreams he emerges:
Occasionally plays the violin with
hesitant, timid strokes,
faltering, wavering courage.
And from the corners of my eyes,
I see him dance in budding spring sunlight,
that sets his ringlets aflame
while he pirouettes past.
My mouth found speech again
In shy attempts with special friends
But in the loudness of their words
this soft sound breaks down
This baffling world of communication
fails my ears and eyes
in feeble attempts to see beyond
the mystifying facade of statue-like people
My dreams are colonized by faceless creatures
occasionally sorrowful, or enraged.
They walk around me in sorrow, they lost love
and life, they live in me eternally
I do not think I am alive, I think I am not dead
There is a land of mud and golems
walking past with silent screams in open mouths
Forever walking past in circles
Hellboy has encountered the following paranormal entities (and alike)...
Aliens
Beasts
Creatures
Demons, dragons, devils
Erinyes, elves
Fairies
Gods, giants, ghosts, ghouls, golems
Humanoids, huntsmen, hydras
Idiots
Jerks
Killers
Leprechauns
Mutations, mummies, monsters
Nazis
Oracles
Phantoms
Querents
Ra, Heliopic Brotherhood of
Shapeshifters, spirits, skeletons
Trolls
U - n/a
Vampires
Werewolves, witches, worms, warlocks
X - n/a
Y - n/a
Zombies
This oasis has
Become expectation of
A storm of violent hue
Inundating the
Liquid in our lungs with a
Gasping, throbbing idea
Where great golems come
To those who hide beneath leaves
And find no refuge at all
Jan. 8, 2017
The three Golems stood behind me
As if guarding me
From turning back around.
I wanted to fix
Every mistake
That I had made so far
In my young life.
However, it was
Impossible and perilous,
And I knew it.
I would have done it
Even if my entire life
Would be erased.
I fought the urge everyday
To fight through
The Golems.
And it became too much.
I turned around slowly,
Drawing in my last breath.
I knew that I made
The right decision
Because my dark future
Enveloped me
Before I took a step.
i exist in
absurd congruities
from rounds and angles
to oblong communities of vacuity
onward! valiant spasm
i hear the universal screams
through the overflowing chasm
spilling through technicolour dreams
what's real is art
but art is all silent
to the golems of earth
so absorbed in their violence
what's art is real
but reality is screaming
to any ear that dares hear
or any soul that bears dreaming
aye, it's blind hypnosis
but my watch has been set
for longsuffering psychosis
even unto or through my death
kicking the pricks
through temporal bliss
of this blatant ignorance
to the reward of god's kiss
Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits
comprising soul asylum
where grateful dead (albeit marked,
via weathered tomb stones)
hermetically sealed
once vibrant corporeal mortals
betook their eternal slumber.
One among their number
included a misanthrope
who sported long straggly hair
bushy eyebrows shield
ding cold eyes of steel
straggly bearded clammy chin
in tandem with a hairy body
which when alive (long time ago)
upheld upon unshod feet, a severely
hunchbacked cretin
Within dense pitch-black terrain
(Mother Nature enlisting
a menagerie of life forms
accustomed to hellish environment)
awash with unrecognizable
alien sights and sounds
mollycoddling bewitching warlocks,
mailer daemons, trolling trojan horses
imps of the pervert chieftains, fiery
long and fostered Golems
who called underworld
their private demesne
also alluded to Marcy's playground
holding hostage Alice in Chains
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
The Beastie Boys, Culture Club
The Human League, and
Village People a Crowded House
Emitting wisps of ethereal matter
appearing a small medium at large
chat snap ping, flickr ring
indeed joyus minions
exalting piety good and plenti.
Prone ounce sing proud purgatory
promoting protean phantasmagoria
hideous hulu hoop dancing holograms
highly distorted grotesque
silent 10,000 maniacs screaming
sinister semblance to banshees
slithering across escarpment.
Echoing one end of universe to the other
putting to shame initial big bang
ranking as a mere whimper
that original primordial blast
which cosmological exploits
generated heavenly sphere instantaneously
comparison viz Krakatoa times Googleplex
essentially reduced to insignificance
albeit on the analogous tinker toy
premised conjectures of brilliant minds
could gander feeble educated guesses
asper extraordinary natural phenomena
mortal mankind could never approximate
as belligerent threats punctuated,
via nuclear warfare
merely rates as a flickr
amidst uber kindle snap chat ting
tinder blinks, extinguishes,
snuffs out one lowly
Beatle browed bipedal simian.
The horrors began with a hush
as banking empires locked their doors
to balance grand consolidations
and whittle tender values down.
Upon resurrection, crowds gathered
attempting to withdraw marrow wealth.
Rotting complacency filled the vaults
while floating paper clogged the aisles.
We slumped on curbs without rent,
begging for food priced beyond range.
Work dwindled with no business loans,
seething mobs raged through the streets.
Tricked humans succumbed to changes
demanded by the serpent line,
implants to track and shape the flesh
as decreed by prodigal lies.
Rival factions gathered forces
fighting networks of gridwork goons
with just sticks and fists aimed to quash
haughty golems gunning to kill.
In the cripple caverns, kids wailed
at each mortar shell blasting through.
Some reached for guns, or drugs, or love,
yet seldom did they feel alive.
Above the clamor of destruction
rose a voice of reason and passion
asking with tenacity why we
choose to buy the lies of these tyrants.
"No time left to borrow:
black day, black morrow!
We alone can end this sorrow."
Left and right, we lowered our guard
as brother recognized brother
behind the grim technology,
rising as one mass to reclaim life.
In a voice filled with conviction
our defender offered just plans
as the bulldog of liberty
he opened our eyes to the guise.
It took seven days for us to meet
at the seat of all benediction
with the heart of the globe resounding
to humanity's cries for redemption.
Whenever evil looms to hunt
I stand firm upon my beliefs
thanks to Blackmorrow's quest for fact
and the grace of united souls.
In monotone,voices of golems wail,
On chamber walls mildew spreads.
Gray's now, its mural shade.
We saw their pictures:
tortured out of Our imaginations
like golems.
We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as Our disbelief.
they are not
with us now;
We have:
huddled them
into the backroomsofconscience,
consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,
buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.
We have
so little left
of them,
now,
to remind US ...
Originally published in the Holocaust anthology Blood to Remember.
Frankenstein was hosting a tea party,
Of which I was happy to attend.
With goblins, ghosts and golems,
And other ghoulish friends.
The party started just at midnight,
But everyone showed up late...
Dragons brought some stolen treasure,
And Dracula brought the dates.
Witches prepared a magical stew,
And mummies brought the napkins.
Giants barreled in the grog,
And then you'll never guess what happened...
Demons danced with the fairies,
And hydras did party tricks.
Erinyes played cards with aliens,
And trolls drank the punch getting sick!
Then came in the man of the hour,
Frankenstein's own monster.
He happily did the moonwalk,
While werewolves performed a concert.
And then there was me, a human,
With nothing special to be...
Outside of having one simple question,
Where was the tea?
4-September-2021
Splintered light adourns the grimaced sky
Below stone golems bow in reverance
Timeless relics reaching from earth driven binds
To touch the prismed light in flight
Silent stones that whisper
like children in the corn
Praising the light that died with time
and slowly cradles the chiselled tears
of natures bitter end