Best Mariana Poems


Premium Member Morning Has Broken - 1

Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow

Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in Peru
For in them they tell of the future, surrounding me and you
We await with fervour in the media, the radio and the t.v.
As I try to get my head around it, and what it means to me

The day that they speak of, it's a little over a year
Do we just laugh if off, or do the sensible in us fear
As I drive through my city, towards this impending day
The street corners start to fill, does panic have it's say

Speakers start to recite, of this doom that welcomes we
I see suicides in escalation, jumpers in front off me
Families leave their homes, for they no not where to go
Panic buying surrounds me, anarchy appears to flow

We now reach December 2012, as we gain on the scribed day
Can it be all that was written, have the ancient had their say
My eyes catch the clock, midnight is awaiting it's strike
It'll be the twenty first of December, are the Mayan scribes right

The minutes pass the hour, everything appears to be normal
Maybe the writes are fables, to them simply formal
To pacify myself, will it be the radio or the t.v.
Sometimes one has to ask oneself, to simply look and see

Visions on the screen appear, many screens my eyes do view
Reports from many countries are brought to me and you
They show events of nature, more fierce than naturally so
Rainfall in arid areas, deserts in metres off snow

The Polar ice caps start cracking, exploding ice in crying break
Mudslides now carry cities, everything caught in their wake
Bangladesh now no longer exists, the Maldives have disappeared
The Mariana Trench now starts to rise, her ridges in rampant rear

A bulletin catches my ears, Yellowstone has started to erupt
Is this what the scribes have warned of, our planet being so abrupt
A rumbling I start to feel, where I stand I feel I move
I'm in tumble across my floor, in fear of their impending prove

My apartment on the only hill, allows through my window to view
A giant fissure slices through my city, for into it, buildings spew
The free ways now broken and torn, many cars in tumbledown
From here I hear the screaming voices, I'm deafened by their drown







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How Do I Love Thee

How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee like the ice-cubed world that has been dropped in Vodka,
splashing Pink Nuvo
Freezing the sands of time,
The Northern sky with the color of sunsets. 
I love thee
Thy soul nude, drunk, and mute beneath the Aurora Borealis...
It's mystic music.
I love thee in here
Beyond skin and ribcages 
all wrapped up in a cocoon,
Breaking through
Sprouting in butterfly season,
My dear Morpho Menelaus
Fluttering my sky into the Mariana Trench
the deepest blue... The deepest.
I love thee
my most quiet need to remain gasped in sighs full of awe.
I love thee burning into my vine green veins like the furnace of a forest fire.
I love thee in and out of breath.
With lungs full of asthmatic.
I love thee,
Thy love has sunken and engraved it's print into my back dimples.
It made its way into the marks my skin refuses to forget
Thy love has given my scars meaning,
it has made them beautiful.
I love thee.
With no words
No ink,
But simple and majestic as a candle's fire blowing in in the dark
Yet so present as the aroma of vanilla on skin and the thick of smoke.
I love thee.

On Love

Upon lovers
it dawned
that Love
turns on
everything
and it comes
in all forms
fit for
everyone
there is not
“just one”
but rather
many
for in the land
of Love is Plenty
and simply put
it’s fit
quite right

“one love”
was written
and many
were smitten
with a light
but then….

a misquote happened
in the land of "right"
that long ago
gave lovers fright
as the love of One

almost
vanished from sight

seas became dim
a sun became shame
the land fell back
to a hollow form
where flowers dried
and worries loomed
all because Lovers
missed
what’s understood

so then It came
to try again
bringing forth
a second hand
reaching deep
to understand
what
“just happened”
so long ago
because just what
had frightened
what Creation
was about
“so below”

in a garden
there was lay
lying
only one row…

“come find me”
it would one day call
and “I’ll find you”
was the final haul
“so now they’ve come
to see us all…”

.
.
.
came
ala
amor
anteros
and eros
benten with brigit
and demeter
as heros
cupid with flora
and hathor
with hora
isis in juno as
ken and kupalo
lada in lempo
as mariana
kissed ken
and oh… breathe…

oba knew

opps gave osirus
smiles too
for quite a while
as the Lovers grew
a list not many
if the any know

wuzzle was got
and a plot was not
to be a report
of ‘no show’

rather instead
Creations ink bled
with names
in a delightful glow
an endless thread
from a timeless bed
where Love IS talkin’
to be the cause
because IT’S
the One
without a clause.
“Santa”

~I’m not done with you ;)
every.one.Loves.
It’s true. 

I give thanks
for the fuzzy snuggles
from them too.

.
.
.
inspiration is this list of love gods
http://wuzzle.org/cave/lovegods.html
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Deep Sea Mysteries - Cq

sea life havens
red grouper swim
octopi hide
…coral playgrounds

Mariana
world’s deepest trench
first sightings made
…unknown species



* The Mariana Trench or Marianas Trench is located in the western Pacific Ocean about 200 kilometres (124 mi) east of the Mariana Islands; it is the deepest natural trench in the world. It is a crescent-shaped trough in the Earth's crust averaging about 2,550 km (1,580 mi) long and 69 km (43 mi) wide.

Written September 6, 2019
For Charles Messina’s Charlie-Quadku Poetry Contest

Blue Movie

"Blue Movie"



Electroflushed
True Blue 
shines neon 
his gospel brow 
indigo guilt crushed
into the perilous
fathoms of her 
deep Ocean 
The Challenger Deep
depth charged
exploring 
the beauty of 
her black habit
plunging forbidden
lace marks 
a penance veil
kissed hard, 
unrepentant
rippling ponds are
mirrors open 
through soft masks 
defiant hidden graces 
rope strung
heaven bound 
deep in the dial up
velvet gloved fingers
trace the boundaries
of lips plush pink 
sweet opalescent 
silky smooth and 
milky inside a 
conch shell
and violet rhythm 
ripples across the 
satin shadows 
whispered across skin
where the burn melts ice
snapshot sighs smile
and go to lost territories
lips ripe and salty wet
persimmon pursed
tipping pearls 
in the shiny pink velvet
knees grazed
in the genuflect 
fevers contagious
exploring her book
kept shelved and 
shut tight 
treasures to be found
Mariana

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)




"Grazes' / Sneaker Pimps, Bloodsport
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....hmm, I guess I'm Hellbound.






1. Challenger Deep
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Challenger_Deep


2. Mariana Trench
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariana_Trench






LYRICS/ "Grazes", Sneaker Pimps
https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-grazes-lyrics

Megalodon

In the Mariana trench 
Surrounded by holothurians 
Jellyfish and white octopuses 
We plumb the Challenger deep 
In search of Megalodon. 


                 W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2018.

                  2/11/18
© W.A. Cholt  Create an image from this poem.


The Scarlet Emerald

I see the emerald stones that embellish her shroud.
There is an aching beneath those jade charms that I have seen.
She buries her feeble manners in a cloak ever so cold.
Never shall she bear the complemented agony of affection.
There is a great sorrow in her propensity to shield her heart.
No one shall ever cherish the vivid crimson drifting from her pate.
Her splendor is absolute, but only her rigid covering is apparent.
The tallies of sorrows sustained during her life have sullied her soul.
These deeds I have witnessed while perched along the sides.
In a status only to spectate I cannot force people see within her.
The fair skin and strong frame only fronts what lies below.
She can love deeper than the Pacific trenches of Mariana.
That stiff face can ease into a smile mirroring the birds of paradise.
She has a spirited laugh when it declares the delight in her heart.
This scarlet duchess has imprisoned the most marvelous of her features.
She wears a mantle life built, and it conceals her rightful appeal.
Is it futile to try and love such a splendid soul in a method of proper? 
For, I am incapable of unveiling her radiance forsaken to this world.
I do not know if my scarlet emerald will ever be appreciated again.

Battle Axe and Her Republican Trumpeting Waze - Part 2

No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle 
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile 
ceaselessly besieging, bruiting bare-knuckle skirmishes 
for us to remove ourselves and personal belonging with vile
lent vitriolic wrath from the day we decamped 
within hoity -toity Mainline – 
our matted unwelcome would endure for quite a white. 
*          I          *          S          *          I         *          N          *          G                  
With hindsight and accumulative less cloudy fifty shades of gray, 
an irrevocable clear er voyance viz summoning forth would lay
an irreconcilable rift (rivaling the Mariana), and constant nay 
saying presaged an emotional price to pay 
whereat we deterred sale of vintage crystal balls – our stay
purported prevented sale of precious heirlooms – oye vay
in tandem to estate sale divvied up, cuz we whar in the way.
*          I          *          S          *          I         *          N          *          G                  
Analogous to Little Red Riding Hood, we could not see 
blitzkrieg, cannonading, incessant strafe carpet bombing re:
bloody onslaught from the generation of elder vipers que
endured feeling trapped by memorabilia meant nothing to me
*          I          *          S          *          I         *          N          *          G                  
Warfare found us hunkering down within said tract housing unit, 
a fusillade fired off re: porting volleys of character assassination 
bombarded this unfortunate civilian clearly implicated to whit
for being a non jewish schlemiel inducing endless economic         
denigrating calumniations – fulminating against this “twit”
we decried wicked, vicious, unwarranted abuse would not quit 
with no defense against slings and arrows, a plague round
of ceaseless, ferocious, and insidious pilloried that pit 
pendulous injustices for each of our **** (emphatic branding 
per diem me own scrawny gluteus maximus  to git 
the hell out – eventually hiring a lawyer with eviction edict!

Father Daughter Rift Rivals Depth of Mariana Trench

Argh resolution between
     self and eldest
     dear daughter more remote,
now then locating

     a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
     did deliberate smote
her upside the head, knocking

     Eden Liat stone cold
     in an abysmal trench
thus, this dada doth fear a mill
     stone shaped albatross
     around thy neck aye will tote,

where rotting bird
     doth emit fetid oppressive stench
gloomily decry death asper,
     paternal progeny blighted love
     epitaph finis fate wrote.

Methinks (nee knows) marital infidelity
     steep dividend warrant wrought
chances greater finding needle in haystack
     versus pointless thought
exercise regarding deus ex machina sought
forgiveness ex post facto, rethought,
yet miracle needed, viz

     twill require against overwrought
progeny's psyche mor'n
     solo requiem Te Deum never sung,
     hence no guarantee

     father as overthought
against embarkation entailing,
     nor divine chorus baptizing can nought
assuage besotted dada's flesh, handwrought

hence fiery eternal damnation
     no gunsmoke match e'en gunfought
by Jesse James, no penitence
     bequeathed only dreadnought
visa vis admitting how affair
     kneaded joyus kindling brought

philandering husband discovered
     emotional refuge (against spousal 
     epithet strewn expletive language,
     whence mistress besought
similar sexual satisfaction,
     and subsequent fallout an afterthought.

retrospective reflection stills nothing
     more serious then slap on the wrist
while engaged (~ January 2010) with
     nothing sinful 'bout peccadillo tryst

understandable wife got sorely pissed
on the sly behaviour the missus
     blindsided, hence over
     looked and missed
and figurative wedge
     cleft asunder nearly kissed

our marriage goodbye
     extra-marital romp illicit,
though we nearly came to fist
sta cuffs, where salty crude name calling
in conjunction with execrable
     derogatory cussing contribution complicit.

Premium Member Ekphrasis-Brotherhood Babes B

BEATRIX aka Liz
the daydream became reality
his living hell for all to see
MARIANA
weary,dreary her gaze
symbol of Autumn days
her lonesome Fall-
awaits his call
BEREAVED MOTHER
news,bad and sad
brings no fear
to one who holds God near
MILLAIS GIRL WITH JUG
spring blossom weather
all girls together
a picnic by Millais
an early May day

see my pre-raphaelite cartoon images @ 
www.brotherhoodbabes.blogspot.com

Premium Member December the Twenty First

Now the last chime is past, this day, December the 21st is here
The world awaits the Mayan predictions, now we fear their seers

How many are waiting around like rabbits caught in the lights
Fearing to move from where they are, to disappear from sight

What's in your last thoughts before you are taken out
Mocking this day of reckoning, now you challenge it's doubt
 
They say your life flashes before you the moment before you die
To the wall you look forever, your family photo's, now come the cries
 
Your favourite song you hear today you will never hear again
Whilst one drifts into no where's abyss, listening will be in vain
 
Recalling past moments, past memories, now distant to us all
As we dared to ignore their calendar, humanity is now in fall

Me, well I just stare out the window, to await this marvel of time
Never fearing what's about to happen, maybe we've undermined

Hours of this day now pass, the media in ignorant dismiss
Ridiculing the seers of the Mayan, assuming the worlds still in bliss

As I turn to view the screen, footage from the Shuttle is shown
The Mariana Trench has risen, massive displacement of water shown

Waves of gigantic proportions are rising to thousands of feet
To many shores the Shuttle will capture, so many countries it will greet

The movement of her plates, are rupturing along their paths
Volcanoes in Indonesia are spewing out mountains of ash

The lowlands like Bangladesh are imploding onto chasms so deep
Borders that we knew existed are now in cataclysmic sweep

The height of Everest is falling, as K2 crashes to the ground
Deafening is her voice, as her catastrophe's in plenty abound

All aboard the Shuttle, on this 21st of December day
Witness the Mayan seers, whilst we scoffed, their words did say






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Premium Member How Could You Know

How could you know?
How could you possibly understand?
My heart yearns…
My heart burns…
Famished and fainting
Waiting….
For a glance
For a word
Written by your hand
No, you can’t understand

How could you?
Intensity is unknown to you
Emotions so raw
So demanding
Emption so deep
That it could swallow
The Mariana Trench
And not be satisfied
How could you understand?

Ah…what’s the use?
As much as I want you
To the same degree
Of mad obsession…
I pity you….
For what is life
Without being lost
Crushed and tossed
In the tempestuous sea
Your breath knocked out
Your body dipped and churning
In the liquid ecstasy
Of realized fantasy!

How could you understand?
These surges
These relentless urges
The pulling and tugging
The coaxing to swell
Of the moon of my heart
On the tide of your body?
For I cannot reveal
What I feel
How could you know?

I pity you…
Yes, and yet I adore you
I could crash over you
Render you senseless
I could please you
Make you breathless
I could possess you
Make you defenseless
Once you've tasted me
I guarantee
You’ll give up here and now
And fast forward to eternity

How could you understand?
How could you possibly know?
My love’s constant flow
The passion I cannot show

How…oh how could you know!

Eileen Manassian Ghali

I Hate Robocalls

I turn off damn ringer,
nonetheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls

digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape

gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into

outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
oh... , yes even after life,

while weightlessly 
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...

yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal

spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author

instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly, 
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly

vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)

sundering coalescence 
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,

thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams.

Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living persons
purely coincidental!

Ocean Cathedrals

million miles across the room
you sing your insect chants
your contours blurred
like ocean cathedrals
and our love is like a missile
and muskets

cheers to the dark and the endless

'cause someday we'll live, I promise
far away from this mass dementia, 
macabre spectacle, 
manufactured beasts
and fabricated lies
at the bottom of the seafloor
in our own shell house
in Mariana Trench

but for the moment
no one's driving this burning car
out of consciousness

Lifelong Discrimination As Lowest Man On Totem Pole

Born shackled with globe sized
yoked millstone around my neck
rivaling the world Atlas shrugged,
or outsize boulder Sisyphus

eternally obliged to toil uphill
steepest mountain side
in concert with
Battlestar Galactica pièce de résistance
ear splitting discordant cacophonous din.

Simultaneously analogous twin tower
of Old Faithful geyser
Googleplex times Mariana Trench
aqueous oceanic chasm amply housing
Rhode Island sized fountainhead
constantly spewed vitriol

out subterranean mouth
scalding yours truly
with deadly skull king poison
(parenthetically), metaphorically, hyperbolically
approximates, nee aforementioned
actually an understatement

how whit sir yours truly
psyche dashed, manhandled, whipsawed
post parturition mine birth
subjected to class sic

biochemical, environmental, neurological
pummeling, oft times the cudgel
inherent, latent, salient...
genetically scripted torment.

Case in point
constitutes psychosocial (mine)
extreme introvertedness,
painfully shy reticence
exiled within zapped

writhing, wrenching, wracking
emotional, physical, spiritual isolation
plaguing mein kampf,
a worse fate than death
experiencing brutal and
nasty schooling as outcast

never feeling linkedin among peers,
nor family of origin
particularly latter years
minimally functioning just squeaking
to advance from one grade to the next

hidebound by invisible manacles
weighted heavily with severe anxiety
debilitating, paralyzing, unrelenting
panic/ anxiety attacks.

Scattershot employment track record
poor credit rating
the bane of misery
bias, discrimination, prejudice
throughout hand to mouth existence

impacted two innocent grown progeny
the eldest unforgiving,
no matter this papa coped
with demands of child raising
the missus easily overwhelmed

deferred domestic duties
birthday party arranger,
chauffeur, cook, homework helper,
summer time planner,
medical appointment scheduler...

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