Best Prospecting Poems
for F. A.
You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your nostrils
And the stench abraded in your flesh :
« You are unshaven. »
You took proper care to remember the right words :
« Why are you so far away, I cannot reach you. »
The ****** you probably tried to fake –
Thanks for the repeated protestations -
Blew all the other exhausted noises through.
« I think it’s all this lack of sleep and all that, » you said
Trapping me with your alien scents.
You have gone away more than a little from yourself.
I have felt and avoided the humiliation in your voice :
« Turn out the lights. I’m afraid
You’d never like me again. »
These are bothersome words.
Only constant repetition make them less wearisome.
One whole week you waited and watched.
One by one you chalked us down.
We fled, not so much from you
As from ourselves, not knowing which
You or the condemned flower to take :
« Why don’t you tell me something about yourself.
I’ve said enough, » you said and came closer
Wraithed in your trapper's overflying airs.
Now that you have prospected a little
Confiscated my intimate thoughts, coaxed my ego
Applied the guileful balms which embolden
A man in bed and made of the future a promise
And turned and sighed like the unwanted thing
Now that you have preyed in my sanctuary
Gazed long in wistful silence my empty shrine
How can I let you go – take my scent
And mix it till it roots in other flesh
And wandering, I’ll not know why someday
I might fret in the company of familiar strangers.
« What about the lad ? » Alone and wishfully loitering
« Oh, let him toss and turn. Why shouldn’t he ?
He’ll write better then, » you said, for once
Rippling the nimble calm embossed on feigning face
That poised flutter of your lips when words you wield
Assume a dextrous innocence
Little wonder then the sensually provoked blushes
Cross-fertilise the loping lurk of your poems.
You in going a little way towards me
Have gone a long way from yourself.
Before you go a little way prospecting
Leave leave a little of yourself in your safe.
©: T. Wignesan, 1965 (from the collection: tell them i'm gone, 1983, rev. 2012)
Categories:
prospecting, girlfriend-boyfriend, words, me, me,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
INCESSANT SUMMER RAIN
In morbid humid summer heat I feign, easily drain
Prospecting for a cool, crisp meandering breeze
Conceivably, nature might spill a gentle "summer rain"
A dismal cloud generates, an inkling of relief to gratify, such a tease
Now I sit in disbelief up upon my slimy unscrupulous roof
Optimistic the local church will indeed appease the pleas
Answer the call and dutifully open its doors , "Poof "
For I live in the crippled, dripping, drowning state of Texas
Where relentless rain & Lakewood megaplex turned infectious
Positioned on my slurry roof I could swear I witnessed Neptune
Eyes ablaze, he was wearing a distinct gnarly grin
Throwing damning lightening bolts and declaring a monsoon
Rooting for the pastor, during disaster, to literally sin
Incredulous Neptune didn't anticipate people together
United would take care of brother & the chthonic weather
word count 143
Categories:
prospecting, rain,
Form:
Ottava rima
hope
eager, perspective
promising, prospecting, wishing
desire, confidence, communion, worship
lauding, entreating, offering
hymnal, devotional
prayer
Date written: 01/10/2023
Categories:
prospecting, creation, poetry, words,
Form:
Diamante
Atomic number seventy nine,
A precious metal that sure does shine.
Sought by many, claimed by few,
Prospecting was the thing to do.
Found and used in all forms of life,
Sealing the bond with my dear wife.
It is noble and so versatile.
Some is visible when I smile
Symbol Au, from its Latin form,
Aurum, meaning shining dawn.
Used in food, E one seven five.
Olympic aim for which to strive.
A brilliant alloy, carat by measure.
Worn by ladies, gives them pleasure.
Lots of jewellery, plenty of bling,
Some find it attractive, that’s the thing.
Given to Jesus by three wise men,
A gift to treasure now as then.
Please remember what you’ve been told,
All that glitters is not Gold.
Categories:
prospecting, education,
Form:
Rhyme
Chicken bones on the porcelain plate
One diner stared back with a grieving heart
Silent but earnest, the industry decried
This repetitive chorus of abandoned missions
And the bones cried out for revision
But this diner presided over a powerless division
Of the labor force. All he could do was stare
And hope that out there, some dumpster diver
With experience in prospecting would mine
And grind these bones for the last bit of juices
Planet earth, in some parts, is painful
You spend time watching the distant sky for a sign
Hoping to catch a glimpse of an imagined pie
Some sleep with their hands clasped between their thighs
Dollar signs hoping tomorrow's sun will shine bright
Yeah right. They have the brighter sky this side
But that's not the sign we signed up for
I was there when you rolled your eyes
I saw everything. Just saying
Let me finish, I think I know what a grimace is
I was there when you made that face
You shouldn't have thrown away that mouse
The only food we had in this house
But can you be blamed for thinking?
To you it was a rat and that's all that matters
A quilt of faces from a million places
Staring out, thinking hard, like a limo driver
Turning the wheels of eyes, peering out
In silence, no background music or sound
Trying to see if there is something to see
Something to keep, a souvenir
Some kind of finder's fee, but there is none
Only you, throwing out unfinished chicken
Categories:
prospecting, america, animal, bird, blessing,
Form:
Angel of the odd
Made my face savaging in
mud
Water of happiness
gushed from broken
gourd
Love is giveth,hate then
defy God
With Angel Of The Odd
I sit on a cursed love
Emotional spanks finding
no end
Prospecting a white
where all is black
Selfishness she claimed of
me
With a reason of
unbattered love...
shouldn't I be?
She pays wit bruises
deeper than that of flesh
Punches that ache thy
heart
Class in synergy wit
beauty
One wit features of multi
A reason to blind for d
oddness
And appreciate d being
of dis goddess
Angel Of The Odd
Bless me with love
A revenge with
love,honesty and care
already in place
Man is his word
Mouth wears no glove
More dan 365days i set d
pace
Oh! kneels re weary
Eyes are swampy
Legs re shaking
Head is aching
Body is withered
Throat is arid
Only kisses can make it
watered
But thy HEART still beats
for u
Angel Of The Odd
Even with d death of thy
body
My love remains for u and
nobody
Categories:
prospecting, emotions
Form:
Free verse
Roots to fly with and grounded wings perpetuate the moment
We live looking forward into the past when we tell our story to make
sense and give meaning to comprehend where we head over heels
feel our way into hereafter sequence freedom contingent contextual
roots to fly with we disentangle causes triggers consummate effects
To create cosmos from chaos clarity from abandon havoc mayhem
on our journey our glance and reflection casts eyes mindful soul firmly
backwards gently into the future that holds us the Universe willing free
floating dimension from foundations introjecting space travel and time
The present the gift of the here and now not there and then evolves
resolves resonates in gentle oscillations for that split second glimpse
of impermanence enshrined for ever like a river its currents rifts drifts
and shifts waving and weaving the slow motion picture of gratitude
In roots we trust to dash grounds and firmament search engines to
flatter and flutter steadily glide along as understanding soars bit by
bit pinions prospecting inwards from outwards and back once more
brushed by gentle feathers crested in ever changing balance of wind
We have faith in wings clipped and regrown from deep down and under
watchful cover of essence solution dissolving premises emerging anew
Letting go needs an anchor for take off holding on requires a sail and
after before all life is what we make of it in how we narrate our story
11th September 2016
Categories:
prospecting, life, universe,
Form:
Free verse
All nebulous dreams prospecting,
A hideaway in cloud atolls,
A nightly ocean, warmth awaiting,
In quibbling flow, to dawn's aperture
In spectra falling, spectral play crumbled,
Sojourner stars: their lamps parole
In a distance, behind amnesic lights
Razing autumn clouds, amber hues galore!
Cloud heaths, like bosom steaming
Of shying lovers in meeting pour
Whom expectations, sunrays in flurry,
The sky makes dawn red, and Sun allures
The air, in restless breeze cavorting,
By promised things which procure
A blushful pink, on allusion's canvas,
The whimsy sky in homely warmth pleasured
Into a fecund rosiness, its secrets goaded,
Flee from shadowed swathes: staid, demure;
And where played curt poem, autumn moon;
Is a sky by the the bold and brash secured
Categories:
prospecting, fate, life,
Form:
Free verse
Smile at her for all the worth
your shining light's projecting.
Her million miles from every land;
where hopes go on reflecting.
Her light returning to your eyes
with every thought sorecting.
As every feeling ever felt
comes back to you connecting.
Her love's inflation moving on
for dreams more on perfecting.
As things gone round come back around
to fold for your prospecting.
Categories:
prospecting, analogy, love,
Form:
Quatrain
Headlong into the sea of love
Down to the bottom I dove
Up out of the murky deep
Came that sparkling trove
I’ll take my chance to see below
Prospecting from the cold deep
Revealing the resident of that pod
Scrap or precious stone to keep
Handle her carefully
Watch out for the swirl
Or you’ll be keeping the oyster
And tossing the pearl
Maybe her beauty will stun me
Be it a sparkle or maybe shine
What really lies beneath it all?
Is it sand or a jewel so fine?
Prying open the calcified case
It reveals such beauty is rare
Perfection on full display
Exquisite and loveliness fair
Handle her carefully
Watch out for the swirl
Or you’ll be keeping the oyster
And tossing the pearl
Categories:
prospecting, emotions, hope, imagery, love,
Form:
Lyric
The wind was howling and it was raining hard
My car had stalled on an old country road
Finding an old house in the darkness, I knocked
Asked to use her phone to have my car towed
She said It’s bad out there, my name is Laura
Please wait a second while I get the light
I live alone in this old house
I’d feel better if you spent the night
Later she came to my room
After dreams had filled my head
That longing in her deep green eyes
She crawled into my bed
She loved me like no other woman
There was a wild streak in her cries
And I found myself lost to this world
As I entered Paradise
The next day the storm was over
I left for town to get my car
It wasn’t quite finished yet
So I took a walk to the local bar
I asked the bartender if he knew Laura
If she ever came in to town
Did he know anything about her
Did he ever see her around
He said he only knew
Of the stories that others told
How her husband died in the Yukon
Prospecting for gold
How she cried when she got the news
That he was never coming back again
So she hung herself in that old house
In the year of 1910.
Categories:
prospecting, fantasy, imaginationold, longing, car,
Form:
Narrative
That’s the job that gave him Navigator
After goodbye to Lift Operator;
Months on the TV as Moderator
And a US firms Gum Distributor…
But Bruce had not wanted Excavator,
Rather Peace-Keeping as Mediator:
“All these awkward passions for artifacts
And choosing to celebrate old facts:
Inquisitive shovels disturbing soil
One might think one is prospecting for oil;
Forbears working on their forgotten face:
Intriguing findings they’d championed the race”.
From excavation grabbed ventilator,
Also, a machine with indicator
And soon a mansion with elevator;
Impenetrable to terminator…
Still, Brice’s true love: his black navigator
The Jeep he drives dressed like Gladiator:
Smart, American with fine radiator…
Categories:
prospecting, allusion, analogy, car, career,
Form:
Rhyme
On the peaks of Mount Logan, I mushed our tobogan
Heading for Dawson and spring
As I camped in the Yukon,the memories of Tuscon
Were bright unforgetable things
The Klondyke had gold, but im fast growing old
And the prospecting fields have gone dead
So I traded these shallows, of cut throats and gallows
For soft feathered pillows, and soft feathered beds.
Its been more than a decade since Dougie and I made
A bargain while toiling for gold
We both had the notion, the wild Artic Ocean
Held more than the frost and the cold
In the short Yukon Basin, we spent nights and days in
The search for a strike and a dream
He was never a quitter, but in tempratures bitter
He died for the glitter, he died for the gleam.
I knelt down beside him, just as his God cried him
His pulse hardly beating at all
He whipspered and begged, that his bones would be laid
Far away from the frost and the cold
As he passed me his poke, his pump stumbled and broke
And I knew he'd been begging for trust
So the promise I made HIM, I never betrayed him
I carried and laid him, in peace, in the dust.
In DAWSON I gave you a home
A green plot of land, with your name on a stone
Although its not much, it's the end of the search
The promise I made you, a debt I repaid you
I carried and laid you,Through blizzards and storms
To DAWSON and gave you a home.
Categories:
prospecting, best friend,
Form:
Ballad
Father left, 33 was she-
The mother who had raised five children single handedly
Three left the country,
Now left with her are just me and my brother, see?
Mother closed her shop
So we can focus
And to stop work is our job,
Now we're living in our new house.
Brother's in his last year at school,
He's a clever boy who excelled,
In studies, subjects are all A's too,
In life, such ambition he propelled!
Brother got this letter;
It was from a good university overseas,
Joyous and jumped he was sure,
'Till mother halted and reasoned with the fees.
Mother got angry and told him not to leave,
Brother got angry because he could not believe,
That she let him write those letters since-
That decision to begin with wasn't his?
Now mother got sad and kept to herself,
Now brother went silent and drowned in his novel,
With tea in cups fresh from the shelf,
I pour it out to the emotions that prowl.
I took brother with mother for counselling,
"Good chance! Good chance!", the counsellor said.
Good and we were done with our prospecting,
Over 3000 shillings did mother work to get.
Mother told him "Don't forget your roots!"
"Not with English women shall you be laid!"
I gave a smile sweet like fruits,
"Goodbye, brother", I said.
One day has passed since he left for the West,
Now I'm the only daughter to compensate for the rest,
Now I'm the only chick left in its mother's nest,
Now I'm the only child to keep mother at her best.
With time, mother's lines on her face deepened,
With time, mother got bigger,
With time, mother went silent,
With time, mother still smiles (quiver),
With time, mother still smiles like the picture,
With time, mother still makes prayer,
With time, mother still loves us forever.
Categories:
prospecting, care, family, farewell, for
Form:
Rhyme
Much I marvelled the infecting threat;
And its eyes have all the prospecting;
While I pondered, minatory and heavyset;
The hazards came respecting;
I crave the bombastic, beastly belligerent;
And the potential never digging;
And the potentiates never adhering;
The harmonious ultimatum upholding indigents;
The prospects came clearing;
It was veering;
In there stepped adversary geochemistry;
The palate potentiality preserving;
What could there be more purely undeserving;
The means brought such sorrow;
The prospects came clearing;
It was veering;
The world is so grimacing.
~
Menacing.......
6/7/19
From Anthology “ Intermittent Praises”
Categories:
prospecting, conflict, confusion, perspective,
Form:
Free verse