Best Inundation Poems
Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer whose blasé
sashay amble’s out of kilter.
Maverick antennae on a radio safari,
hawking hourglass heritage lodestone.
Closet Peter Pan’s astride transistor, literati goggle eyed and glued.
Silhouettes of wistful mint leaf tract,
navigating hoarse throat shellback allegory.
Earnest weekend welcome mat to madcap jester, laureate, bohemian.
Religiously the listener’s transported
from a humble tepee sanctum
to alluring levee inundation area,
far flung folly edifice,
nomad siren hymn sheet to mount Half Dome.
Long wave bounder in my dreams,
I limb skip oe’r fiction world simulcast entanglement,
snoop beneath rogallo-wing parachute in a Middle East plot,
“twin peaks” would be awestruck by this labyrinthine concourse.
One can flit invisibly round medieval black market cobblestone arcades,
ghost novelist’s ethereal penchant for pinch and pilfer retro-fit infringement.
Melting pot cinnamon dispenser, whiff stick fix antidote to kettledrum ennui
the blight of urban jungle setting and rural folklore.
Otherworld contortion with a shard of drama for magic carpet flight of fancy broadcast
Lineage derived from ancient epochs now assumed but for an inkling, icons I become with card shark sly booth legerdemain.
Maybe I’m that fictile clueless hiker, destitute, indigent
Categories:
inundation, august, birth, celebration, character,
Form:
Imagism
What strange cascades course down my spine -
invisible, unnameable, and as of yet, undiagnosed.
I only can liken them to rain or wind.
Sometimes they are as a shower -
pitter-pattering lightly down my back.
Other times they make a squall.
Rushing and gushing -
whether the currents be of rain or of wind,
the torrent pours down -
engulfing the system of my nerves
with its constant inundation of discomfort.
From the sky of modern medicine,
which once I stood beneath -
umbrella-less in my gullibility -
I received the bitter taste of something
ever surging in my mouth’s saliva -
the first sign of more tides to come.
Later there occurred a cloudburst of my brain,
causing to flow through me
unnatural cataclysmic side effects.
Now the hellish deluge surges sometimes too
over all my body’s rivers.
“Damned” up with some weird neurology -
awash am I
with whatever in my brain allows this rain
to pound me with persistence
and prevents it too from winding its way
to the ocean of sweet relief for which I long.
I pray for it all to be released.
Again and again, the deluge flows
as I continue to plead
please, oh, please, God -
open the floodgates.
April 28, 2022
for Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Title Chosen: #2: Open the Floodgates
Categories:
inundation, prayer,
Form:
Free verse
Submerged in intense emotions he keeps n a v i g a t i n g into the deluge…
It was him who moved forward into the overwhelming ocean,
he reacted out of determination when he set out to do what was right-
O v e r f l o w i n g with remarkable demonstration, full of emotion,
Noah built an ark and faced a storm for FORTY days and FORTY nights.
Two by two animals and family, God had told him to carry in his ark,
a storm so s t r o n g brewing but Noah was raised to be righteous-
Day upon day and unable to navigate it was so spate and dark,
but this PATRIARCH was full of persistence and was bravely courageous.
Waters e n g u l f e d the land so steep the mountains were covered,
a storm so furious killing all living creatures still left on earth-
As Noah looked into the raging sky he knew the bluster had hovered,
but deep down understood this TEMPEST would bring novel re-birth.
In inundation the deluge immersed and the ark kept r e s i s t i n g,
cattle and stock fearing the gushes of water profusely pouring inside-
They were not used to being with other species and coexisting,
but the flood was so a t r o c i o u s they had nowhere to run and hide.
After the s u r g e s cleared and daybreak arose with hues so pleasant,
the ark pulled up to the shore but there was nothing left to seek-
The livestock and humanity walked off quite wet and EXTREMELY hesitant,
just then a white dove flew in with a God sent olive branch in his beak.
Submerged in intense emotions the d e l u g e navigated
him into fresh pastures.
A Deluge Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Date Written: August 31, 2016
Categories:
inundation, boat, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
SONORAN SUMMER
The river has run dry, its dripless bed is empty, and
Crossing the flower carpet dim and dusty, parched
Penstemon and brave little brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -
Spreading petals and leaves which their wetted
Wilted tapestry of color weaves - but they fast
Revert to survival tactics and retract petals, in the
Yearly drought of the Sonoran summer.
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Note.
The desert of Sonora, Mexico, is one of the driest in the world, making plant life there very uncertain.
Categories:
inundation, flower, nature,
Form:
Alliteration
Hurricane Irma and us
Do not fear my dearest one
I’ll hold you close despite the winds
That blow and rend with its deluge
Ogres captured Mother Nature
And held her hostage with their scheme
I bastioned you against our plight
An inundation with a flood
Large trees are ripped off from their roots
The ogres blew the roofs off tops
The window shutters shook aloud
The winds have stilled and we are safe
The hurricane has ceased to be
A calmness greets us with it’s peace
Your’e better now without the strife
I must get back to see my wife
Hurricane Contest
Sponsored by Julie Rodeheaver
September 10, 2017
*We have actually been ravaged by hurricane Irma
and we were homebound for 30 hours
wth minimal damage and I wrote two poems near a Coleman lamp.
I used poetic license with the wife (ha ha)
Categories:
inundation, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Shall we dance
Shall we dance, Mystery Woman, shall we dance?
Shall we tango with words, slowly, to learn
Each other ‘s rhythms of wit and being?
Shall we dance a pavane of polite conversation,
In orderly procession of statement and reply,
Graceful development of theme and variation?
Indeed. Let us dance. Let us waltz towards
Assonance or dissonance, when the floor becomes
Crowded with swirling, twirling, dancers,
Or empties into hollow phantoms of memory.
Let us dance.
Come, let us send felicitations and formal invitations,
Let us share our cogitations and wild imaginations,
Full of wry observations and subtle intimations;
Written to rain’s roaring, hissing inundation and the
Throaty punctuation of frogs ‘neath the warm precipitation.
Let us dance.
For who can tell, with certain prognostication
If our feet will entangle in clumsy dis-coordination;
Or Fred and Ginger the world, at our integration
Into a perfect, combination.
Let us talk, with caution, doubtfulness and hesitation,
Touched with optimism; ignoring past complications
With only future contemplation.
Shall we engage with witty conversation and bold
Determination, to see what might be?
Shall we dance, Mystery Woman, shall we dance?
Categories:
inundation, imagery, romance, word play,
Form:
Rhyme
A hint of helping this wholesome Harris son
can across thru the air
Hence this poetic expression
of gratitude Matthew Scott wants to blare
And communicate my genuine
appreciation crystal clear
Toward one whose existence
more valuable to me and dear
As thee doth become older
with natural diminishment with eyes and ear
But lo…tis unproductive to fear
The diminishing sands
of mortal time as cognitive gear
Doth get clogged as well as one
or the other organ allowing ye to hear
The sound of silence echoing
memories of the past – now a blur
Akin to a warm fuzzy feeling
soft as moss or lichen – precious as a coat of fur
Which tomorrows speed faster
becoming yesterday’s lore
Mixed with trials and tribulations less or more
Thickening as starch and ever more difficult to pour
From the egged on noggin blended
into one glob kept in secret store
Perhaps comprising partially healed wounds
at your heart tore
As if a drafted soldier once
in tiptop shape now to the bone years wore
Away whet dreams housed
within myths indistinguishable from truths of yore
Though I too sometimes fret
as tempus fugit slinks away
Where methinks how the years spin
at a quicker pace each day
Inculcating me to savor each moment,
whether weather sunny or gray
Taking stock of self of natural world
as one named John Jay
Audubon, who captured pristine lands
of America as a frieze zing May
Whereby bounteous creatures
large and small at play
Until…the inundation
of settlers did slash, burn and slay
Indiscriminately - setting precedent
for Earth in a precarious balance oye vay
Whence Mother Nature
will win this global Olympic match – yet
By which time, both thyself
and ye will be long turned to ash
Descendants will be dust off
faded photos of me self
before senescence did dash
Totally unaware that me papa Boyce Brandon
with clenched and teeth did gnash
When I fought tooth and nail
and without a word did lash
Back as protestations against behavior
of mine ye disliked and found rash
With frustration spilling forth
like acidic froth that did splash
Slash and burn within,
yet kept mum no matter
from within did thrash.
I LOVE YOU TOO DAD
NO MATTER BACK IN THE DAY YE GOT MAD
YET NOW, AS A FATHER TWAS FRUSTRATION
PERHAPS FUSED WITH BEING SAD
AT MY LIFE & HARD TIMES WHEREIN
TURMOIL ROILED MORE THAN A TAD!
Categories:
inundation, age, boy, cry, dedication,
Form:
Elegy
I shrink into a dot
Macroscopic to a naught
Microscopic to myopic
A knot obsolete and chaotic
I dissolve into thin air
Trapped and gagged by fear
Strapped to my own devices
I pale and fade in the light of my vices
I vibrate like static
And tense with panic
As the overcast cloud advances
And looms over me like a tomb
Anticipating the unsightly eruption of her womb
To drown my logic
And possess me with her black magic
I shield my flame
And expand the dot I've become
Into a timeline bold and straight forward
I recapture the present mode
And lose myself in the storm
The gusts of her scorn come
Hostility and animosity,
At the centre of this complexity
My irrational mind cannot forgo
My heart on a string like a yoyo
Superstition is real
It’s inundation can kill
I disappear into the future
To regain composure
05-28-2015
"Write me sad"
Categories:
inundation, how i feel,
Form:
Rhyme
DISCRETION IS THE BETTER PART OF VALOUR
The river has run dry, its bed is empty sand.
Across the flower carpet’s dim and dusty land
Penstemon and brave little Brittlebush,
Expecting an inundation, stretch in a rush -
Spreading petals and leaves which their vast
Tapestry of color and life weaves - but they fast
Revert to survival tactics and retract petals in fear
Of the drought of the Sonoran summer each year.
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Note
The poem’s title is taken from Shakespeare’s HENRY IV PART ONE
Categories:
inundation, summer,
Form:
Couplet
Democracy devolves into tyranny, Plato cautioned.
Flooded by the frigid torrent of factionalism,
will we certify his prediction?
Blinded by the prevarication of public discourse.
Numbed by the inundation of disinformation.
Crippled by the conspiracy of doubt.
The real deep state festers in our cortex,
a place where the charlatans of fallacy
invade,
a dwelling where terrorists of mind
take control.
But the terrain before us is vast.
The dense forest and effulgent meadows ahead are unmapped,
musky, fructuous forest floor perfumes the breeze,
The scarlet skyline of the dewy untrodden beckons us.
Abundant life is our rehearsal.
Can we honestly say we know for what?
Yet, such rapture is eloquent in our dreams.
Such reverie will arrest the parsing of our quintessence.
Our distortions are lifted when we are united
in communitarian struggle.
Published Online 4/2021: The Opiate Magazine
Also scheduled for print publication: summer, 2021
Categories:
inundation, allusion, dream, hate, hope,
Form:
Political Verse
The Conflict
Suddenly it rained followed by a fierce wind
the wind was angry because it had wanted
to blow first, sort of direct the inundation.
Rain came into the room shutters slammed
forcefully but wind blew the rain vertically…
too late, I thought as floor was already wet.
It was a mess this muscular disagreement.
The sun came out, hushed both, but dark
clouds from the west wanted an argument
too about who was the mightiest of them all.
Spring is a difficult time it can´t make up its
mind so many conflicting interests, desist or
go to war. Sun says no, rain drips on the fence
but the desert storm wants to prove a point.
Categories:
inundation, adventure, angst, conflict, irony,
Form:
Blank verse
(Thy lovely lasses unwittingly
unstintingly unexpectedly
taught me selflessness)
Every Holiday time each year,
a rocketing increase asper
doling out Uriah Heap ping
largesse imposed upon each
citizen banker (coerced, forced,
induced to buy baubles,
bibelot, curios, et cetera striving
to outspend a competing
shopper, which faux grand
handedness, and crass exhibition
generating mega sales (as Tale
of Two Cities, or more)
earns management stripes viz
embracing the Christmas spirit
(via blithely deftly, frenziedly,
et cetera) per avidly boasting,
coarsely displaying, eagerly
flaunting, et cetera prices paid
for the latest curiosity, doodad,
gewgaws (whereby un
avoidable advertisements), flood
mass communication airways,
causeways, driveways, et cetera
to plug reduced priceline sans
gaud dee, knickknacks, gimcracks,
encompass companies blitzkrieg
for those, who disparage being
labeled Scrooge plunk down
every red cent, and empty
their pockets, purses, wallets
to snag the title of topnotch spender
no matter no need exists to snatch
every last kickshaw, novelty ornamental
tchotchkes, (which modus operandi,
(visited upon the populace, a tidal wave
vis a vis figurative manifestation,
laceration, inundation, whereby tenet,
maxim, credo, et cetera broadcast
to general public amply expending
fistfuls of dollars fulfilling
Great Expectations
(for family, friends, relatives)
buy giving liberally,
Categories:
inundation, appreciation, creation, dedication, encouraging,
Form:
Ballad
Thieving out, can Law be so mundane
that twice the livelihood of theft is so renamed,
how look away, the recipe so plain
the Capitol of claiming's, not the same!
The bail out spending bubbles is insane
no effort, leverage only paper's feign,
invest to say it's so, while purpose lame
is stumbling for cognition in acclaim!
The bail out, but a landfill of waste's shame
a petty arbitration, labor's train
is turned to inundation, big banks aim
the tax payers rumble ne'er keeps their work's gain!
Categories:
inundation, corruption, international, leadership,
Form:
Monorhyme
Rain is one of the wonders of nature
Existing now , yesterday and in the future
Essential for the very existence of creatures
It contributes to maintain green pastures
Clouds in the sky announce its arrival
Drop by drop it turns into rainfall
An important source of water
A gift from the Great Master
Moistening everything coming on its way
It diverts to rivers and bays
Bringing food and greenness to the plants
Satisfying each and every want
Accompanied by the sea breeze
It fills lakes and seas
Man usually complain about the rain
But without it will there be any grain?
Lo! Admire the falling of the golden drops
Desperately needed for our crops
However, an excess can be disastrous
For it may engender many catastrophes
Remember the era of Noah
Who beseeched his people to pray God
He used this downpour as a weapon
To drown non believers in a severe inundation
Categories:
inundation, green, nature, rain, water,
Form:
Rhyme
Leaves soggy drowned on path
abandoned by walkers, joggers,
bikers, boarders,
lovers, mothers with baby carriages,
lost soul wanderers, others.
Abandoned
earth musty
buried in compost's organic decay
splashes of mildewy moldiness
earthworms over-watered
wilting on bed of black lettuce
croutons for
birds that wearily
snuzzle in treetops
with shiver blankies
toe to beak.
Squirrels inspect nuts
for cracks against weather
neighborhood shock
follows new season inundation
belly growling loudly
and shouting
dark, damp, cold
hints of
end
Categories:
inundation, seasons,
Form:
Free verse