Best Outcrops Poems

A violent scene lay before me
Huddled in death, there’s Ella, Mary-belle, everywhere I could see
Swollen tongues, sunken eyes, frail bodies strewn in the hot powdery dirt,
I sniff the sharp stench of death, I catch my breath, swallow, stomach clenched, alert

Stark rocky outcrops, blister amongst the...

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Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors
with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of
heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow
of gorse splashed in the sultry, hazy spectre of natures
superb canvas. The dry stone walling lay sporadic, lost,
decaying in time and...

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How I love the  Wuthering heights rugged landscape
Of the wild savage moor
As I stand upon a rocky outcrops
High on a windswept Tor.

Under the  blue sky canopy before me
Lies sweeping lush green and tawny vales and rolling hills
Land so wild and unforgiving
As the cold...

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Swaths of purple ripple, breeze blown, 
down the hillside to the water's edge 
as the early morning sunlight splatters 
her span with scattered diamonds. 
Majestic, as old as the granite outcrops 
surrounding her, she shimmers, 
'til the weather takes a downturn. 
Afternoon thunder and heavy...

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BOUGAINVILLEA CITY

The city that enjoyed the floral name
 Is now a transformed spectre of its past
A semi-graced decline has changed its mien
Like comely lady reaching certain age
 But still today the Bougainvillea blooms

'Bougainvillea City' blossoms would abound
In graceful streets of affluence and pride
Bank halls baroque...

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The swell and surge of surf 
whispers tinnitus conched
on titanium sunken tankers 
that rock restlessly on far reef,

as children play unheeded
building imagined bastions,
nursery rhymes drown
turning back cnut tides.

Inevitably, 
sand shifts in an hourglass
that plumb the memory's depth
with rosy pictures in ruby flourescence

like monochrome holiday snaps
stored...

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Overwhelmed by dire thirst
Oppressed without water
Over the next sand dune
Offered in a vision
Optical illusions
Outcrops of tall date palms
Oasis; a mirage...

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Mount Rushmore; Carved in Stone

From deep within the earth’s crust,
An orogeny pushes
The batholith upwards
To become ‘The Shrine of Democracy,’
Of weathered presidential faces
Chiseled in rock in South Dakota;
Representing 150 years of history
(From birth of a nation
To entry into the 20th. century)
In carved images:
Of Washington, Jefferson, Roosevelt,...

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The land is bare;
hard rock and exposed outcrops 
lay open, like the pages of
an unread book for the story
of time is beheld by every
grain contained within.
Time passes slowly and the
land remains the same but
seeds of invaders are slowly
being transported into this
barren land.
The seeds embed themselves
into...

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As dawn peers over the edge of the sky,
In a space of the lonely kopjes and cacti.
Where God roamed to the edge of a scorched wilderness,
and stared into the vast land of nothingness.

HERE, STANDS A PLACE ARID AND BONE DRY
WHERE ROOT AND SHOOT SHRIVEL AND...

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Gazing unconsciously through smoked glass,

Encased ten flights above the asphalt,

Insignificant within this obscure tower.


Similar to a revelation, he soars majestically,

Circling on undercurrents beneath his span,

Waltzing on the wind in a leisurely minuet.


Bird of prey, what transports you to my world?

Concrete jungle with tainted air,

Nature vacant,...

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The beach is peaceful this
Autumn evening, the odd
screech of a seagulls
jealousy as it scraps for
pieces of flotsam.
The soft slap of the tide
as it paws the shell and 
shingle, grey slate clouds
lumpy, uneven, as if 
someone had stuck egg
trays all over the ceiling.
On the bumps were...

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golden grass lies dust
below the dry dead  mountain’s
rocky  quartz outcrops
that yield such a golden grain
as shame man's cultured pastures....

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Swaths of purple ripple, breeze blown,
down the hillsides to the water's edge
as the early morning sunlight splatters
her surface with scattered diamonds.
Majestic, as old as the granite outcrops
surrounding her, she shimmers,
'til the weather takes a downturn. 
Afternoon thunder and heavy gusts 
whip her to a frenzy,...

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My Response To Rumi

A composite man was this Rumi Mystic who penned ‘Spiritual Couplets’ thousands
                         of magical lines of Persian poetry...

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