Best Mudslide Poems
Walk with me, my child, before you grow
Hear of the world I’d like you to know
A unified Earth without country divisions
One without governments to make decisions
A world where people are not judged by race
Color neutral, can you imagine this place?
Freedom to worship as each one pleases
No hate-based reproaches, just loving breezes
All would have food, shelter and joy
Care would be given to each girl and boy
Mother Nature would smile upon us all
No earthquakes, tsunamis or mudslide falls
Art would be revered and beauty bestowed
Never again would war sounds explode
Now tell me, dear child, do you share my dream
For you hold the power to build a new team
Our youth may set our tomorrow in motion
Precepts like these need not only be notions
Categories:
mudslide, life, uplifting, visionaryworld,
Form:
Couplet
If you ever visit South Wales do go and see
The location of what was an awful tragedy
Famous for the wrong reasons the town of Aberfan
Suffered an unspeakable horror that was caused by man.
On the twenty first of October at nine fifteen
Was the worst mining disaster that Wales had ever seen
A spoil tip that had been piled high just above the town
Was loosened by rainwater and came crashing down.
Pantglas junior school was just below in its path
Children ready for lessons at their desks' they were sat
The tip hit the school a hundred and forty four died
When the news was released the whole nation cried.
Volunteers came and they dug down quite deep
The teachers and children were already 'asleep'
A farmhouse and cottages with people inside
They too lost their lives in the thundering mudslide.
In the horrific events twenty five did survive
Were found by the rescuers shocked but alive
Painful memories they have of what happened that day
It's a terrible burden they carry that won't go away.
A memorial garden marks the spot where they died
And on a hillside they're buried side by side
Their little white markers are harrowing to see
A stark reminder of that awful tragedy.
(Dedicated to all those who lost their lives at
Aberfan on that fateful morning of 21st October 1966)
Written on 21st November 2017.
Categories:
mudslide, memorial, natural disasters,
Form:
Narrative
Nick's descent,
his thoughts neutralized
words that spill out, hobbled
nonsensical
dementia stifles all intentions,
reason eroding
wounded bewilderment
sometimes he slips into Greek
his first language that crosses an invisible
border
self propelled
unexpected
a weightless swim through memory's deepest weeds
once was the warm smell of happiness
once he had his footing
a toughness that knew few limits
warrior worthy,
an emblem of defiance
but things creep beyond the fence of normal
he holds his proud visage still
Athenian brow, marbled composition
complex dynamics to fight submission
a gentle dignity
even as the recognizable world moves
like a mudslide
pressing in
Poem written November 21, 2021 (revised Jan. 1st/22)
Contest: This or That Volume 8
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Categories:
mudslide, age, anniversary, courage, dark,
Form:
Free verse
The perfect place is full of laughter
hopes and dreams while poeple get happier
At the top of as hill is an apple tree
on one of the branches is a wooden swin
From top to bottom
a mudslide you'll see
into a pond with frogs and with geese
It's crystal clear blue with a border of green
with lilly pads and ducks happily swimming
Green fields of flowers cover the land
Marigolds, Roses, Lillies and aren't they grand
the land is bordered by forests with animals and trees
monkey's, gorrilla's, kangaroo's, and chimpanzee's
Up in the biggest tree of them all there is a home
Of a family not big nor small
Categories:
mudslide, family, tree, tree,
Form:
rain weakens the hillside
large layer of soil breaks free
destruction left behind
Categories:
mudslide, earth, mountains, natural disasters,
Form:
Haiku
Stupid Things People Say.
.
Stupid things people say
I hear them every day
.
Is it the weather or me?
How do you want your tea
In or out
Well it make more sense to have it in a cup
To me
.
Is that a guitar on your shoulder?
No it’s an ironing board
And a boulder
Can you play?
No I just carry it about all day
.
Is that a camera are you filming?
No I’ve got something stuck in my eye
Goodbye
.
Are they your dogs?
No I’m taking them back for the ransom money
Are you trying to be funny honey?
.
It always rains but never pours
So you've been to this planet before?
.
I’m going shopping for a bargain
Not if you didn’t want it in the first place
Not another frying pan and cardigan
.
Money makes the world go round
Well if it does
Here’s half a crown
.
I bet you were a beautiful baby
I still am beautiful
Lady
.
The wheels on the bus go around and around
Of course they do
Or we’d never get around
.
The grass is always greener on the other side
Not if you have a mudslide
.
You never know what’s around the corner
I do
Big Ada I have to warn you
.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Categories:
mudslide, angst, irony, people,
Form:
Free verse
I am not from Lancaster ain't no tumbleweed rollin through my backyard or brain. when those beautiful snow capped mountains show up in the morning on my front lawn in a mudslide..is not me.
rollin down the dark highway road a sudden thud-a crash into a wild boar crossing the road..how many times do I have to say, that's not me. course I will admit the lightning bugs at night sho nuff are a sight to see and the crickets chirping in the early morn mo pleasant than any alarm clock I know.sometimes the going down of the evening sun provides a skyline that's simply breathtaking, course when I pass the pig farm down the road..i keep my breath whew! and that says it in a nutshell why um not from Lancaster. when my wife said let's move to Lancaster I said whoa now, let's rent a spot for a week 'n the events of that week matriculated to a conclusion..
that's not me.
Categories:
mudslide, adventure, fantasy, feelings,
Form:
Personification
Whether a totally
tubular ordinary day, or...hmm...
perhaps at the
approach of yuletide,
one need not go
far and wide
across the webbed world
to experience being unified,
this quasi motto maxim of sorts
analogous to auld
sanity clause trailguide
motivates me to
seek if necessary
all the way to Telluride
to attempt Swiss-side
enlightenment with every stride,
thus please feel free
and clear to chat streamside
ideally at springtide,
yea your welcome, yes do
respond to this snide
loner if game to chess das side
to accompany this gadabout
(once pawn a time) rook
key nada so longfellow
wordsworth king rustler,
yup, who still attests
to occupy ringside
available vacancy for queenside
guest of honor, (gnome hatter
if ye happen tubby pride
full favoring an effeminate
poetic guy), also...provide
ding no aversion toward
this moon face planetwide,
Martian hood doth bleach blonde
his hair with peroxide,
this lapsed lose zoo lee
errant knight well,
that could pose a minor
drag) hubble restraint,
I would override,
but actually this ring
around the collar, (sans whiskey
perspiration at noontide),
drunkard, (that's when
my late morning gets broken)
yea...way offset from nationwide
conformity, nonetheless huff
fain tuff fellowship with me,
a chap who doth not arise
before the crack of noon
lest inside his noggin
oozes like a mudslide,
(which on May 31, 1889
washed away Johnstown, Pennsylvania),
the damn burst (like
a Led Zeppelin),
and roared down the mountainside
triggered (human sited) landslide
decimating, leveling, and uprooting,
every friggin gabled
house along hillside,
which essentially created massive graveside.
Categories:
mudslide, bereavement, celebration, confusion, death,
Form:
Free verse
I've got a funny gut instinct
L.Casei.Imunitas gone extinct
Cos my gut it really stinked
So much so my nose it blinked.
I think you'd agree from the smell
My insides are bubbling like hell
Loud rumble, grumble as my stomach yells
The squelch and the splosh of the soggy log that fell.
Have a wee and feel some poo
The inner turmoil i'm going through
Speckles of brown decorate the loo
Always afraid of the follow through.
The velocity inside my fart
The power as my bum cheeks part
As the wet tumbling mudslide does start
Goodbye dinner and apple tart.
The frequent trips to the loo i make
To dispose of something like choccy milkshake
Sitting upon some kind of silo lake
Lets hope the air-con doesn't break.
A hundred wipes some will still remain
Wet white paper with a brown yukky stain
And all the things you find down the drain
I'm so glad i'm not on an aeroplane!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
mudslide, funny, health,
Form:
Quatrain
Anxiety and depression have spiraled out of control
Life's punches have certainly taken their toll
Another bump in the road seems more like a knoll
Defeated you feel like digging yourself a giant sized hole
Scattered like confetti are thoughts stuck within your fish bowl
You feel charred like gray black charcoal
Vicious mudslide cycling on a downhill roll
Weary have grown your heart mind and soul
Lost in a whirlwind life's purpose seems out of reach high on a pole
One lemon after the next you fear you'll never reach your goal
Don't wallow and hang your head in despair
Despite how you feel you're not broken beyond repair
Life can often be overwhelming and too much to bare
You're not alone we've all made a pitstop there
Love and support don't cost a thing when you fall short I've got plenty on reserve to spare
Life can most certainly be furthest from fair
We all occasionally get snagged up in a snare
We all carry deep-seeded scars with more than our flesh that did tear
Remember you're a priceless treasure that gives life meaning, there's always someone who cares
We'll blend your issues with mine squashing life's bitter lemons into sweet lemonade to share
Categories:
mudslide, anxiety, depression, encouraging,
Form:
Rhyme
High above a small Road called Sugar Hollow, a towering rock loomed in the distance it had brought the small town sorrow. The rock had fallen from another Mountain above it. A tale that had grown for all to love it. It had rolled down the bank and made its permanent residence above the small Hollow. Rumor, had it that it had fallen over 200 years ago, during a Horrific mudslide, common in Kentucky. The thick mud was mixed with clay, giving it a dirty Orange Look all would say. Sugar Hollow was the narrowest hollow that one may see. It looked as if it was carved in the middle of two enormous Mountains Perfectly. It was nestled sweet in between the Mountains. Not many people could even walk around it. Rumors circulated the small community. A tale that had grown for you and me. It was said that some type of mutated Creature. Decided to live and become a screechier, For all of those that walked the trail. He was said live inside the Indian rock, deep inside the dark cave. Some had swore they would be made his slave. It was said to have been part human, and part Wolf man beginning the wild story. Only one had survived, Or was it all lies. They had stood face to face with the grizzly type creature. And it was said that he spoke, “that he would eat ya.” Rumors said to have stood over 12 feet tall, and hair that was so long all would fall, he stood with enormous teeth that would clamp down on its prey and put all to sleep. The Legend had been passed down from the small hillbilly Community. Some had named him, and said he was some type of hermit type man. Who grew his beard, so long that he resembles some type of wild man. Possibly mixed with some type of wolf man. Many had traveled the path towards the Wolf like creature. They had claimed they would prove the Legend fact. Some would tremble at the thought of the creatures large teeth. Would they ever be able to put the Wolf man Legend to an end.
Categories:
mudslide, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
Oh, I was so mad over you
just crazy in love
was that what it was?
should love make you mad?
make you crazy?
there was no crime I wouldn't commit
to keep it easier for you to stay
than leave
or quit me
I left myself somewhere way in the back
covered in dust, used and forgotten
and played out to you someone
I'd hate if I met
it was a converge of forces
perfect in their destruction
lost, loser girl with cash and a vice
slammed back to right where she did start
no one welcomed her return and
gossip hummed over the lines
like angry bees
in the hive
and he...
oh, he....
well, he
was a rock star in a
bad, bland rock band something
so exciting caught me up
in a sticky
delicious
mess!
and funny!
oh, so, funny...
and it felt so, so, so good
to remember a laugh again
it was a dream tied up in
a nightmare box
an amazing
maze
I kept my eyes so tightly closed
and dared hardly breathe and
felt this avalanche of moments
a monumental mudslide slashing and
crashing
blinded and choking it was suddenly,
suddenly, all silent...
my chest compressed
to the back of,
well, to the back of my....
of, my, spine.....
and in an instant
you were gone
2000 miles away with just a wave
my world
from funny terror
to the empty sound of my
own silent
screams
silent.....
screams
pondering panic
no!
not again.....
tossed out....
run over....
doors slamming at midnight
a night so dark I felt dipped
into
a
well
of
old ink....
500 or more days blasted
into a dusty past
where I came face
to
face,
with...myself
oh.....
I was so..
so...mad
over you
Categories:
mudslide, angst, bereavement, betrayal, crush,
Form:
Free verse
There was a sharp rise
of indecent things. On the
rocks you left my name
without flowers.
Make a heap of all
the gifts of life and griefs and
start a bonfire. No message
is going to come.
Let us live in separate bowls
of soup. Time had swept
them clean for a murder.
One day the alien god will
alight from the sins,
to alter the numbers.
The mudslide of untruths
will scupper your house
made of paper and pen.
Satish Verma
Categories:
mudslide, art,
Form:
ABC
I made a lake filled with hate
And kept it clogging up,
It was bulking, bulking, till it broke
Thro' emptying its animosity.
And when it could no longer hold
Its propaganda of repugnance,
It was bleeding, bleeding, till I saw
Some ugsome fear burning cold-
Where then I fell thro' into hell
Baiting a creep of despair,
And I, in silence, some strange silent
Omen spat its vomit from my belly.
I felt the sting of pain overpower
Breaking my mind into pieces,
It was horrible, horrible, I couldn't toil
Nor finish fish I'd tried to bake.
Here comes now the vilest mother
Of my grief wrecking appetites,
She was excreting, excreting, till I choked
On her heinous mudslide of hogwash-
Now I am drowning in a lake
Self made thro' illicit ills,
Depression has awoken in its wake
And I'll slide deeper let 'em see.
Categories:
mudslide, dark, metaphor,
Form:
I’m gobs smacked; I thought I saw it all,
I said “Rub your eyes Sidney Hall.”
There’s jelly at the Beach,
There was lemon, orange, banana yellow, and my favourite peach.
So much jelly all in one place,
I wonder how they could fit it in such a small space.
One thing I must say and I'm glad
To you when you hear it might sound bad
Here we go: I’m really concerned
For the freedom of these colourful bikinis is justifiable earned?
With oozing jelly bellies hanging over the sides
Some one please dab my watering eyes
Oh the chaffing and squeaking from their thongs
Sound like a bunch of strangled birds singing their last songs
One thing I must say for certain
One bikini could make a duvet and a pair of curtains
Jelly bellies, hips and thighs
This beats an optician’s test of the eyes
And when they bend over it happens so soon
A total eclipse of the sun and the moon
When they lay on the beach, the direction to run I don't know
For it's like a mudslide or a lava flow
Well to some men this might be a terrible sight
To others the jelly at the beach is a beautiful sight
*Ok it's not quite jellyfish but I must admit*
*but there is loads of Jelly not a little bit*
Categories:
mudslide, funny
Form:
Rhyme