Best Primeval Poems
oh wrap me close dear jungle deep, with fronds and fruits entwined
and hold me to your ancient emerald breast -
I long to hear those thrums within, the pulse of thickets vined
and feel your misty essence fill my chest
oh let your warming whispers brush the tympans of my ears
with sultry songs of woodland mysteries -
face-to-sky I'm pattered with your maze's torrid tears
as heaven weeps your primal histories
your canopy, breeze-tickled, shakes its tresses high aloft
to daub upon my cheek your orchid breath -
whisp'ring o'er the blooms and dells to shrug their shoulders, soft
through tragic tangles worthy of Macbeth
your winding streams and waterfalls, your scents of sweet and spice
sing songs of wooded wonder, rare and rife -
I pray aloud a blessing for this perfect paradise
and all such spots divine, the blooms ... of life.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Strand Select 2 Any Form Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Picturesque" Poetry Contest, Eve Roper, Judge & Sponsor.
Surrounded in primeval wood,
In awe of fern, and flower--
I attempted to delay the night
By lengthening the hour.
That day might last a minute more,
Till my pondering was done--
Delaying, and for beauty's sake,
The setting of the sun.
I`ve seen them dance with Dodos at dawn
and slide down curves of a mammoth's tusk
to swim in the midst of creation`s spawn,
then define the gloaming and name it dusk.
I`ve seen them skate on the scalp of pluto
and confirm that saturn's rings are of ice;
then suspect all planets like games of Cluedo:
The who dunnit query of who made life?
A seed is sown, begins life impromptu,
with nurture from our rich and fertile Earth.
It sprouts with life to make a grand debut;
pursues a plan for fullness, height, and girth.
A sapling soon, unhindered at the start,
limbs stretching up and out with room to spare,
to soon become a complex work of art
enmeshed and blended with the others there.
From seed to sapling, to a full-bloomed tree,
in spite of brush and weeds, it will expand
and push ahead to full maturity;
from seed to tree, progression makes a stand.
The wonder of all life's primeval drive;
create and grow, expand, fulfill, survive.
May 13, 2018
~6th Place~
Premiere Contest: No 430
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 07/05/2018
~3rd Place~
Contest: Premiere II - Open Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Roy Carmack
Judged: 05/15/2018
...unseen otherwise,
burn and chill primeval eyes
between fire and ice...
The length of days
that stretches ahead
promises me again
a skyey breadth,
a watery and windy
primeval union
of the Earth
and the Sky.
In their dark depths
and heady heights,
there I swim,
there I fly.
a leisurely stroll,
walking alone in the park,
I voice deep secrets -
thoughts that I have never shared -
with the forest primeval
verdant, sheltering,
it absorbs the unrevealed;
nature is opaque
It looks so sweet,a pity it wasn't sung
Is there hope for what future may hold?
For faces I had thought we're gay
I saw were lined with care
Life unbelievably was clear
And vividly was clear
My lord,where shall I place my bribe?
Then society cheats itself
Billions lost publicly
Big brains lynched
Commoners suffer the wrath of the mighty
Failure justified
What kind of times are these?
The drought and the hunger
Shocking levels of unemployment
Flooded homes, flooded homes for 56 years?
Turbulence in quarantine centres
Others opting for death
The primeval beast devouring us
Turning dreams into nightmares
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the years
It matters not how straight the gate
In the fell clutch of circumstances
My head is bloody but unbowed
The night has been long
The morning I look through your anguish
Clap hands,let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history
They cursed our intrusion of peace and the sun's
Intrusion of his shade
Colonial judges
Cobras uneasily lying side by side
Left to roam and bite again
No narrow fancy
Full fifty six years of exile
It has never been so profound
Solitude have I to endure?
And that's the way it should be!
Not solitude
But loneliness make sweet the harvest
Of God's attention
The sundering of rib and breast
The grand ovation
And then the sudden shift
To hide behind a leaf
The constant surging of eternal grief.
from primeval times
traces dry leaves, love petals
my autumns life passed
I seek the light, primeval,
the one I know
is not mine
because my prism light
does not lighten
my darkness...!