Best Overspill Poems
born under the sea, an irresistible force
two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
journey northward, surfacing, submerging
surfing the waves again, a colder Hibernian dalliance
precariously perched on Eurasian plate
old bedrock confused, youthful erosion above the ancient order
darkness entombed around channelled winter light
early New Grange civilisation, the Boyne valley before the blood
river mouth vikings, raiding, assimilating
birth of the coming capital, eastern stronghold, Baile Atha Cliath
chain-mail Norman conquerors castle-building
appointing pious supplicants with sword, cloth, crook and cross
wholly unholy alliances unravel
rival hierarchies sharing ill-gotten earthly reward from overseas
saintliness, brutality, men and women
expanding Christendom, pagan kingdoms adjusting to defeat
Patrick, Brigid, Columba, Columbanus
Irish civilising roman catholic conduits, Dalriata to Lindisfarne
outreaching, a strand of Irish character
yet to encounter future revisionary metaphysical thought
protestant rebellion, mainland overspill
praying elites competing, preying on the island's god-fearing people
avian watchers on Skellig pinnacles
warm ocean currents well-up, catching the southwestern gale
enduring the ill-will of nature and man
supplanting, subjugating, saving souls, the power of might and fear
treachery within or well beyond the pale
fair and dark hair, ginger genetics existing on the edge of life
tossed thin people hanging on, many leaving
scraping blighted ground, returning to the sea, promise of the unknown
Categories:
overspill, community, history, ireland, time,
Form:
Narrative
The lilies were excessive.
Bless her, she does her best to
Lift the funerial hush
That's settled on this damned household.
Get them out,
You can't contain their boisterous bloom
To the kitchen alone.
The overspill of white
Does little to obscure the silence they're replacing.
Graceful, disgrace,
Wretch like me.
Categories:
overspill, life, people,
Form:
Free verse
A little light entertainment on another wistful people distancing day...
The Owl and the Puddycat went to sleep
tucked up cosy and warm
Till Little Boy Blue come blasting his horn
causing a raucous storm
The Cat and the Fiddle
both jumped sky high
Mary and her Little Lamb, startled
began to cry
Jack and Jill both tumbled downhill
their pail of water rolled on overspill
Baa, Baa Black Sheep trembled with fear
He guessed it was time for wool being sheared
The Queen of Hearts dropped all her tarts
Twenty four blackbirds bit the crust
they were lucky, weren’t they just
Little Jack Horner, tucking into his pie
bit hard on the thumb he’d mistook for a plumb
screaming “what kind of fool am I"
Yankee Doodle from his pony vaulted
lost the feather he’d put in his cap
as the poor scared pony bolted.
26th November 2020
Categories:
overspill, fantasy, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
Hyperthermia can be caused by standing in slip streams in sluice dumps. It never really fails if ice water can run a lake from a rusted tap. And the mid morning broken by the drip drip drip from a nozzle. Squirt then. Nozzles are not noses and noses are not neon. But bringing a interdimensional b track record is now considered to be as slack as wearing dungarees in a cottage garden or a farm. Wow such rich aroma and oversized overspill of oversight. From a wide lusty frame. Whose discussions with a female mongoose will go unnoticed once the turmoil begins. Cover oneself with fifty six sheets, a record collection, five billion cassettes and consider life as a plant. Conversation cleverly choosing charismatic charming chequered chins chasing chests. And a dodo on a mountaineering expedition with two hundred tyrannosaurus rex, eighty-three teradactals and a half pint of lemonade in a nice clean jug. To wash with not drink. What on earth did you think. The amazement of some is often to the admonishment of another and the cruel multiplatonic indifference is what the name of the takeaway should be called. To be ingested in front of the ray machine. Hypnotic baby soothers. In mass. In amps. En masse. But not en suite. For that is merely utilised for the jam production in many hue and flavour. How very clever thought the passing bluebird. Halfway to town and twenty seeds left. Then right. Fortification of flames on a canal trip taking turns steering. Good. And fashion no necklace into a giant statue of an old hero. Hearing a moon beam then? Good. For at that elevation you should hear even the most daintiest cry from a single blade of field. Dare to dance with that then? Yes? Great. Fantastically freeformed frame fishes. And the hallways smile in castles worldwide. Grab then a hat,a coat, some gloves and build a symmetrical snowman with a crane. Hahahaha beetle borrowing books hahahaha laughing leering lecherous lurking leeches. Xxxxx hyperbolic z this is the midday bulletin from the p y q reporting live from the headquarters at 89.0 whisking. X
Categories:
overspill, beauty,
Form:
The past few weeks have been so tough
As you can clearly see
Four funerals for us to attend
But its not made me teary
The first was Aedan’s he was a lovely young man
I worked with him at school when he was aged eleven
He told me then he wouldn’t be long on earth…
At aged 20 he now plays his x box in heaven
We attended Derek’s funeral the very next day
There were tears of laughter that’s all I can say
The vicar John is a hilarious guy
I could picture Derek laughing from his place in the sky
Vicar John told a joke about a priest and a nun…
I didn’t expect to laugh and have so much fun
The next funeral was for a lady called Jean
(You don’t usually attend a funeral for a person you’ve never even seen)
But the family needed help to rig up a PA system
So those in the overspill hall could join the service and listen
My husband and I had worked tirelessly
To install speakers and wires that no one could see
With microphones rigged the church service was relayed
And we joined in the hymns when the church organ played
We de-rigged the equipment and were given cakes and tea
The church goers were delighted and praised my hubby endlessly
Today we went to the funeral of Bob our lovely friend
He had bravely battled ill health right to the very end
My son came from London and he sat on the pew next to me
There was a massive smile for him from Bob’s wife named Mary
After the service she gave my son a huge hug and I heard her say
"Seeing you in church was the best thing to happen on this sad day"
In memory of Adean Kennaugh, Derek Nicholson, Bob Doyle and Jean Vernon
08-11-17
Categories:
overspill, death, death of a
Form:
Rhyme
A template swap is a switch over to a swimming sword. Swordfish are very pleased at this and dunk their noses into goblets in a godlike fashion. Such etiquette in a swim. Formational framework finds format. And even a small pinnacle of cake icing could dance down the highways. So ignoring the wraths and word of woe it is wise to take out a pretty smiling biscuit. Place it carefully on a plate. Then climb up the hill and over the rope bridge. Very high altitude causes biscuits to be afraid so they must be calmed with soothing words and beats of breath. When the other side of the mountain is reached the biscuit must be harnessed securely using over twenty ropes. Then and only then can the abseiling begin. Wow aren't they travelling with speed, courage and optimism but optimism is neither an original orifice nor an octagonal oversized overspill objective. It is really then the sway of a ninety thousand foot toothbrush that can announce the time with no need of amplification via a microphone or a tannoy system. Wow. How intriguing is the belligerent hard yard of a semi dressed riddled jester? And how time consuming is the ongoing rashers of tinned and sliced ham? How delegated are the powers that are worn around and around and adjudicate the environment? Thus thwarting life in its structural natural weave. And a giant beehive hairdo must be re worn as a signal to a hive. Hide then. Hideous hags having heaping heads. And legs like little tables spin and rotate via remote control. Similar to a plate of writhing meal worms and a workshop of controlled chapel chaos. Big birthday balloons bring balls banging. Circumference of circulating capital charms. And a diameter of a diagram is a dare in the deeds. Castle that then fortify but do not attempt to fry for to fry is to form fiendish frolics. And to frolic is just not a fashionable way of wearing a peel is it? Hahaha the sausages are listening to their cousins today. Hahaha I want a cup of tea and a toast too said the little bluey green lamp. Xxxxxx parasympathetic parody xxxx xxxx etymologies z z z z z at twenty one full meals of porridge in a bread pan to twenty sequences of serving cereals to a six inch bowl. Z.
Categories:
overspill, baseball,
Form:
Leave your past behind,
take a look with fresh eyes.
View the world with heart
felt emotion, love and
devotion. Your eyes were
wide shut, now they have
been truly opened up. From
Heaven above, let your heart
overspill with love.
Categories:
overspill, faith, heart, heaven, inspiration,
Form:
What's behind the smiles
What's behind the sparkle in your eyes
Is it tears?
Fears?
The laughter
The craziness and banter
The fun weirdness
The mere queerness
A wall you put up to the worlds eyes
Even to those you love there are lies
To protect them from a world unseen
By those who have ever been
Away from the flinching noises
Strangers voices
People that should have never been there
Appearing out of nowhere
Deliciously waiting for the drama to overspill
So that they can take their kill
Their seeming hunger
And crazy laughter
A ruse put up in our place
To infiltrate and gain our space
Destroying solace and years of relationships
Problems they caused through shouting and dictatorships
They strived to tear and destroy
To cause pain and leave a remaining convoy
Of nightmares, hysterical tears and nerves
Never ending nerves
Imagine; To be scared of the world biting back
To have seen it so much you'd do anything to keep it back
To avoid the fight and crumble
In a mess that is your fragile confidence bubble
But then, back in your huddle
You can see a light in your tunnel
That's behind an opening door
That you never saw before
It's ok, the smiles are real
Cause what has been slowly crumbling to what is real
What matters in your life
The people that always help in strife
It can come in any form, a surprise one day
When you expected it to stay
When you finally see it fading
And your nerves are no longer degrading
You need to remember to get back to yourself; that what matters is you
It may sound narcissistic but sometimes you need to rebuild yourself after crumbling, to get back to life and not be numb.
By GretGret
Categories:
overspill, anxiety, divorce, family,
Form:
Lyric
The pointed ears of a snail can be quite ornate really. Especially if adorned with precious stones as earrings. Buffaloes bulbous brows bear banging bunions. Marvellous. Just marvellous it is to watch the glass moving etiquette of a toque faced turtle necked triangular train man. And train men are neither neutral nor at an elevation of sixty feet for sixty feet are reserved items for the rare caterpillars whose boots are ordered from on line specialists particularly at festival moments of a calendar month. Months are neither mints nor metrosexual mines. If the stem of a flower is acidified then surely the dew from a mountainside would circumnavigate a pea. Coo coo a blossom bird is calling very very loudly like coo on a roof could be a complete song to sing. Coo coo coo then. Fantastic auric and radiating repetition of a coo. But not akin to a sauce. For sauces ate stripey bases of pans and swirled in an interesting light show of iridescent woven brown creases. Wow. Wow. And great. Eat then a canopy of tissues dangling from a stripped out washing line on a hill. Cheeses choosing coffee carefully, crispy crackers crumbling constantly. And the policy of a pelican us to peck prawn. How petrifying to be a small pink one. Oh dear. Playing then peck. Gone. Determined deletion determines deathly drive. And a stronghold of a striped shadow is coming over there and waving so wave at it. Go in wave. Out layer outfits organise official over oversized overspill objectives. And a fat cat laughs in the frying pan. Eating pizza in a bin on a petrol station forecourt is akin to a maggot laughing at a butterbean. And using a car ss a heater for multipurpose functions in a house is about as useful but as common as using a lawnmower to hoover the carpets. Sew that then. Hahaha the dancing of the bricks haha and no ho ho elephant wading birds xxxxx inconceivable z z z z z aaaacchooooo z.
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Categories:
overspill, art,
Form:
Behold each surprise, like the wise
Bliss magnetism fills us
Ego illusionary dies
Bubble bursts without fuss
Witness consciousness, still
Nectar doth overspill
The joy we feel, His will
Cascading bliss rise
Behold each surprise
11-June-2022
Quietus
Categories:
overspill, joy, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Electricity
Tension overspill weathered
Sparks chain lightening
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php
Categories:
overspill, nature
Form:
Haiku
The storms of earth way
Searching for the next shot to quench it's thirst today
Colors scintillating into the thundering airway
Creating a glowing natural fairway
Winter wants rain ignite
Stubble rub after a rippling night
Thunder rumbles like a deep-belly laugh incite
Stirring the air with unease firelight
The sky ironed out with a chill
With insidious pleasure, and immense overspill
Tumbles the frigid pour into an ecstasy swill
On the air, the smell of saturated earth distill
Ice box drizzle invigorates me to a poem write
Shivery streams of snappy delight
Slaps on the sleety pathway excite
The splatter of shiny drops hitting my sight
Categories:
overspill, earth, rain, winter,
Form:
Quatrain
Dead glass pipes reproduced singing drops to pitter patter amid flesh.
Flesh stretching between two flinching to open lids.
Pale blue lips creasing blisters that welcomed warm breath.
Dilation of hazel nut marbles caught the end spitting pipe.
These sleeping sordid sores supported the bruises that came to wake with indistinct consciousness.
Buzz saw fans excavated smell snorting gags, as the breeze was sour.
Dull punched throbs chewed through the muscles of ones breaking back.
Clammy smooth sheets spread upon a bed of deceased morals.
Where thy laid none breathed, only he and that weeping pipe.
Pulled expressions weighed on ghastly yawns.
Hum speckled batches churned a muzzy perspective.
Naked and coiled into a fetal ball apart from the matter spatter of macabre body art.
Tip tap resonated from timber braced walls.
With bleeding peepholes dancing in full with fragmented body bags to an overspill in thine’s basement, a late night murderous mockery had been performed.
Framed and wounded beneath a dull knife, this new birthed life took first breath from behind the patch of a needle.
Sewn without precision, pricks and pokes came to choke mere tolerance.
A surviving hand dipped in the well of lost humanity.
A horizon sprayed with the color of crazed cadavers.
–Mitch Green
Categories:
overspill, art, body, perspective,
Form:
Free verse
From a wink to a smile or a hug from a child,
that kiss on the head when no words need to
be said.
Our tongues can get tied with our words
running dry, yet our spirits shine through putting
warm and welcoming smiles on our faces to help lift
those that seem blue.
When we cry and cannot speak
as the emotions overspill its not words that we seek,
we do not wish to retreat. Instead we crave touch
and the warmth of being clutched .
Categories:
overspill, life, spiritual, words,
Form:
Looking back over all of one’s life
one was to stop and ponder so much
so many roads I could have went
but through it you see God’s tender touch
The providence of God is so vast
so many evidences of His divine mark
this fills your heart with real thankfulness
so many times could have been all dark
Count our blessings is a good thing
to remember all God has indeed done
it’s astounding to count them if you can
for they’re so many blessed am I bar none
The bad as well as the good deserve praise
for God’s to be praised forgiving everything
in it all He’s sanctifying you for good
as He knows the glory that it’ll bring
This God is a jealous and holy God
knowing what makes it His perfect will
for He takes all we are in our sins
giving us hearts to see His love overspill
( 1 Thessalonians 5:18 "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." )
Categories:
overspill, birth, death, thanksgiving,
Form:
Rhyme