Best Mound Poems
sunshine in his dimple
grandson pitching on God’s mound
Bible keeps him sound
7/28/202
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oh how cold
the drift of migrant winds
unto the strip of lawn,
their newly planted garden
now slowly blooming
with jasmines and herbs that rise
above a pile of flakes.
Will he ever know how
she tended each bud
unfurling fingers to touch the lattice
of night stars? Her pale body leans
upon a mound as she lifts her cheeks
to seek his face on a hazy twirl of lamplight;
while December’s froth scrapes her breath
melting the dew…bending her form
which drops in a waterhole of sorrow.
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Poem for Carol Eastman
Sumbitted 6/19/2016
Mound of beans and rice
Lettuce shreds with tomato
Onion, ebony
Olive rings in salsa and
Guacamole; sour cream top;
Tex-mex mound,
Feast!
the raised mound
resulted in change some felt oddly profound
suddenly taller
vertiginous fear has affected the smaller.
Bride's Mound is a site sacred to the Druids in Glastonbury.
This beautiful Druid funeral was a wonderful way to say farewell to a lovely soul.
Up on Bride’s Mound, where the sky meets the ground
Circle wheels within wheels, on a blue winter day
Child of the trees, of the stars and the breeze
How much we love her and want her to stay
Waft of incense on air, words of ritual prayer
Gentleness, blessing, children at play
They who confessed her, who laid out and dressed her
Scattering acorns, wormwood, and bay
No dark corner spared in the memories shared
Of the pain that she had before finding her way
Rivers of sound, through the harp, through the ground
Diluting the darkness, dissolving dismay
Herein is forgiving; the dead and the living
Made fresh by the scent of a rosemary spray
And redemption and peace, in her final release
Leave us free to remember and love as we may
We are all of us here, she has nothing to fear
Her spirit has gone from the bier where she lay
As together we stand, on this green hallowed land
Holding dear Kathy Hope as we love her away
by Gail
tiny mound of sand
harbor crab-
dog diggs
I was walking down the street
As fast as pistol Pete
It was nice and warm out
I was just walking my regular route
My legs were getting tired
This was my job because everywhere else I have been fired
I deliver newspapers in the A.M
And afterwards I go run at the gym
So i kept on my walk
I looked up and seen a big crowd of birds in a flock
Then I got stung by a bee
It hurt so bad it made me pee
All over my pants
I stumbled over and landed on a mound of ants
Turns out they were fire ants
That didn't feel very good
So I walked back to the hood
That's right I live in the hood
I got home and pulled out my phone
I called my friends, I hung up because I didn't like their tone
So I pulled out a gun
It's time to have some fun!
I walked outside looking for blood
I was going to make it flood!!
Then bang!
The smell of death began to hang
There was body’s everywhere
But I didn't care
I went back in my house and took a nap
I dreamed I was a rapper and I was breaking down a rap
When I woke up I was so happy that I called my mom
Her name's Tom
I told her how I fired off my gun
She gasped and asked "who'd you kill Hun?"
I smiled and said "nobody really"
She paused and then said "was it you uncle Philly?"
I laughed and said "not a chance"
She didn't answer so I finished what I was saying "I shot a dang mound of ants!!!"
Fox and katydids
Moths dance to their symphony
Owls crickets and frogs
By Robb A. Kopp
The storm raged in
snow blinded sight
it howled around corners
it prowled over roof tops
it piled high on the ground
as it slowly began to seize
the wind died down
on the ground
snow mounds.
The dead march ahead,
But she hides behind a mound
A wooden barrier is all that protects her from being found.
Their soulless eyes burn bright,
As they walk ahead on
Trudging through the darkness as it swallows the dawn.
Their eyes are hungry, as they smell her soul’s essence.Her breath accelerates when they discover her presence.
Darkness swallows her as she whispers her final prayer;when morning comes she will no longer be there.
The dawn spreads its wings,
But dark clouds billow down,
Crying their grieving tears
For the stolen soul that will never again be found.
Days pass ahead
She’s buried in the ground
And they cry silent tears
For the girl behind the mound.
On top of lone mound
Lit candles lined midst the rain
Wild flowers around.
Sallowing leaves tarnish bough's regal crown
Swirling breeze pageant more doth confound
Dessicated lobes dressed in jaundiced gown
Crumpled folds in death's clutches bound
Cool tidal waves the exposed surfaces pound
Frothy glaze doth weathered follicles brown
Chilling currents surge; nutrient-rich channels drown
Shunted leaves from lofty crest tumble down
Shorn pinnates reassembling, lowly base doth crown
Richly dressing each, desolate, frozen mound
In layered splendor blessing the smitten ground
SEPARATED SPIRIT FROM THE MOUND OF DIRT AND CLAY---
As I walk across the silver sands, winds;
Blows throughout my daughterly brazen hair;
Whisk away seldom the sun dims, its grin;
Shining brightly those grinning light shines there;
Kicks the pebbles corner stone’s made of gold;
Harboring the renaissance of stories told;
I yet still walk through the Holy Garden;
Never forgetting, never seeing sin;
Placed in the heart of the Jesus mercies grace;
Never deny the Father’s primal space;
Caring and sharing alms of misplace;
Comforting and soothing man’s divineness;
Made up of clay and dirt covering spirit;
Departed death walks lands no one hears it…
1/17/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
In My Dream
I could twirl around,
Climb the highest mound,
As a setting sun would show,
No one would ever know,
About a pretty silhouette,
Doing the perfect pirouette,
Behind her as the sum dims,
Climb higher the moon beams,
Twilight soon sets in,
The stars all twinkling,
As I dance there’s not a chance,
Who could ever know,
That ages ago,
A fairy lived who was re-born,
As a fair maiden,
Of beauty unparalleled,
Which only the star lulled,
Dark auburn hair,
Suit this maiden fair,
With chestnut eyes,
The songbird lies,
Of her beauty that lights,
The gloom of sad nights,
In my dream,
In my dream....
The old pain in the skull seems to be
heading Kapildanga means
a mound with a high plaque
The mound surrounded by a wall is not far away!
Badu, Kalu, Falu, Yadali's parents are always there
The game is over, he said.
Assalamualaikum ahelal kubur.
There have been many changes in these years in Kapildanga
Broken are many branches of the Blackboard tree next to it
Its leaves became yellow,
The surrounding forest has been cleared,
The sudden oozing of the spotted Dove of salty fig bushes,
A song of amorous cuckoo ripping through the still air
The sound of the rushing water,
Gallinules's cry, lament
The recently disappeared ‘Tub Tub’ sound of the Watercock
Gently pulls me to the past holding my hands.
Let me go then, Salam!
Crossing the bank of Saipara lake
If I Walk along the side of Namavita
Surrounded by a wall with high plaque of Kapildanga
Is not supposed to be far away.