Best Rooted To The Spot Poems
Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café
We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a veritable treat
Yasmin the sneak had their names withheld
we're apprehensive yet still by curiosity propelled
My fingers are crossed to meet Eileen
fave poetess mine, the Passionate Queen
dare I wish to meet hamsome Ryerson
not to mention Anne-Lise Andresen?
On first glance the café seems somewhat rowdy
from one of the corners a chorus of "Howdy!!!"
heaven help!! I'm rooted to the spot
all my fave poets from the Souper pot
The Queen of Passion, my special friend
Eileen Ghali, an angel heaven-sent
with open arms and that beguiling smile
that's touched us all over thousands of miles
I spot our Father Christmas, Jackie Ellison
Oh my, mercy me, the hamsome Tim Ryerson
then the beautiful being, Anne-Lise Andresen
and our pretty young doll, Anne Poetess Currin
Andrea, crack writer and popcorn freak
and Nette Onclaud, Madame Linguistics
the talented and sweet Leonora Galinta
oh, for a long time I've longed to meet her
There's the much-loved Reach-Out Lamoureux
a stylish gentleman, delighted to meet you
our very own Linda who happiness spreads
memorable the day as Brown Licia meets Red
He who writes poetry with a golden pen
bestest, fantasticest, hamsomest friend
Rich-Heart Seal-ed Door, my bruv from abroad
by his smile I'm bowled over; by his charm I am awed
I'm jumping with joy at my fave poets meet
befuddled, bewildered; who first to greet?
midst the mountain of talent I'm on a positive high
overwhelmed, I simply break down and cry
This one needs a whole lot of polishing and smoothing
out, but I was too excited to submit it. I'll iron out the
crinkles soon. LOVE TO YOU ALL, LICIA
C’est la vie, Billy!
His cheeks a deep scarlet,
His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
He stands, rooted to the spot
While the snot in his nose
Like a long gooey
Streak of
Chewing-gum
Slowly comes dripping
Onto his dappled T-shirt,
and his eyes, like dazzling agates,
Fixedly follow the interminable course of
The red rubbery ball
As the projectile
In a deafening clash,
Smashes the headmaster’s office window.
With crusted eyes from little sleep
I stepped out on the sand,
the morning mist a coverlet
o'er all, both lake and land.
And then as if a waking dream
or flight of fancy to my sight
I thought I saw a spritely nymph
come dancing in the dark and light.
Entranced was I to see such sport
displayed in front of me,
she swooped on wings of gossamer,
cavorting merrily.
In and out of my purview
she flew with graceful ease,
accompanied by flute and lyre
to decorate the breeze.
Then rooted to the spot I watched
the vapors disappear,
with them the image of the nymph
whom I had held so dear.
Was she a daydream, fancy's flight,
a soulless apparition,
or is she real, and can she feel
the moment, and her mission?
Last night I dreamt I saw you standing
in a field of blue wild flowers,
it's been decades since I've seen you,
but it only felt like hours.
You were smiling at me,
that crooked smile I love,
I tried to move toward you, but
my feet were stuck in mud.
I was rooted to the spot,
on the border of that field
and, though I longed to reach you,
the earth refused to yield.
Frustrated and panicking I
looked down at my feet,
and then you were gone and...
I guess I was asleep.
I am soaring in the sky
Watching birds fly by
My parachute opens wide
As downward I gently glide
Finally I land on some soft grass
And I become rooted to the spot, alas
I will bask in the sun's glow
As my leaves spread out and grow
I am no longer a youth
And my leaves are looking like a lion's tooth!
I am usually found very close to the ground
But soon I will be upward bound
And atop my stem, with a yellow flower I am crowned
It won't be long before the wind makes me fly
And once more I will soar in the sky!
4-6-19
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I grabbed her hand
Hope and love sweling
Mixing into an enticing brew
Whose flavor
brought forth
all the wild creatures
from the desert araound me.
They applauded m success
and ran back for their's
But I had the luck
of the blessed
I held her hand tight
Told her who I was
She nodded
Her light engulfed me
Suddenly my fright swelled inside
What if she left too?
The dark roadis too hard
for me now.
She grabbed my hand
Told me she loved me
In twelve seconds
she smelt my fear
tasted my love
Tired of my existence
and departed
I was rooted to the spot
Her flesh's warmth
had yet to leave my palm
when she passed into the sunset
Shock numbed my feet
Shock numbed my tongue
It was dark
Darker than it had been
Too dark to breath
Too dark to walk
I fell by the roadside
To the vultures
Even crawling was too hard
I poked out my eyes
So no more beauty could touch my soul
I cut off my feet
So I could not walk
It took all of two seconds
for the vultures to come
My end is here
But death is preferable to pain
I welcome the big grey birds."
"Freedom Sees - Part 1"
Sailing
her clear
Aqua Green
oceans
floating
mysterious exotic
fragrant
Dark Pink
Yellow Frangipani Petals
surround her boat,
gifts sent
from the big fat bellied trees
in the Queen's Land,
standing fixated,
rooted to the spot
they aren’t going anywhere
fast, that’s their lot on
Departure Shores,
waving their
confetti dreams
at the Bamboo Queen
sailing adventuress
standing tall now
not down on her knees.
She’s surveying her pearl beds
Giant Burnt Orange
Lilac Lavendar
Deep Emerald Green
Astropecten Articulatus
accompanying Royalty,
they are far from their
familial home.
Hippocampus.
Syngnathidae,
Olive, Ultra-Marine Blue.
Mate for life.
Sea Dragons.
This is true.
Golden Glistening
Burning Ball
the Sun’s
beckoning ascension,
light beams,
dapple the surface
there is abundant
life underneath
this, her verdant
Sea Bed Circus.
Crystal clear deep waters
full of mothers and daughters
the nexus electric current
for her virtues
her sins,
her babbling
ranting minions,
their downloading zone
go-with-the-flow.
A million zephyrs
cut the air,
they are calling HER
“HOME”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
For GVLM.
For K, M, VC, LJ.
1. "The Messenger", Lisa Gerrard
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGc9nNi1LXU
2.
https://www.amandalinettemeder.com/blog/2014/1/27/10-signs-from-your-deceased-loved-ones
The moon reflected on the sea,
A night more beautiful than day.
I wheezed and struggled up the steps
And looked out over Whitby Bay.
I saw the harbour far below,
And heard the splashing of the waves,
I turned around to see the church,
The ruined abbey and the graves.
I thought of Dracula, the Count,
Imagined him and Lucy there,
And then I saw a hulking shape -
But, oh, the menace in that glare.
He showed his fangs and hissed at me;
My feet were rooted to the spot.
I cried for help and waved my arms
At people on a distant yacht.
He lunged and bit into my neck;
I tried to fight but felt so weak.
And that is how I came to die -
And you’re the prey I need to seek…
for Darren's Bram Stoker contest
Blank canvas in your sight
You get to choose
The way you drape and decorate
Don't be too conservative
Change might scare you
But you might
Relish the outcome
There will be days when it don't pan out
That doesn't mean you failed
If you judge yourself too harsh
You may forget there is a lesson to be learned
How will you remember?
If not by your mistakes?
We all have to start somewhere -
Unless you prefer to be inert
Unless you remain
Rooted to the spot
Refusing to grow
To falter isn't your lesson
How you react to it; is
How you embrace
The opportunity to grow
©091020141420
I
abhor
the way that
you’ve silently
stalked me in my house
I have begged you to leave
But you steadfastly refused
I’ve just found you in my bedroom
I’m rooted to the spot in terror
And yell so loudly my son rushes in
Help!
I scream.
My son looks
At my white face.
He bravely squares up,
corners the intruder
then pounces like a cat.
“Gotcha”! He says in triumph
As he captures the small spider
“You are safe to move again now mum”
How I hate being arachnid phobic!
Survival of the fittest –
Practically, trying my best…
Owning an applaud for future successes in excess – a failure I don’t detest
Terribly trying to pass this difficult test…apparently, I don’t give a ****! You’re a pet peeve, but grieve not – you’re a little pest in one spot and I’ll leave you with all the rest…rooted to the spot suddenly…embarrassed abruptly…
You never loved me that much is true,
Now Im questioning did I ever know you,
You promised me the world then took it away,
Leaving me fight through every single day.
You left me with a stranger here
You took away the matthew I held so dear.
What Im left with I dont recognise
You suddenly changed right befpre my eyes.
you dont understand what you have done
How affected I am by you being gone.
Ive never been in love like this before
But then you went and slammed the door
I am lost, lonely and in fear
Its how I feel when you arent near.
You told me stop trying so I did for you
But its not what I wanted, that much you knew
You think it doesnt hurt me to see you flirt
To see you treat me nothing more than dirt.
I was the girl who was your world
Now Im less than every other girl
Im nothing, irrelevant, its how I feel
You cant blame me, its how you've made it seem.
I guess you helped me live a lie
Now I know all I can do is cry.
S here I stand rooted to the spot
Where 9 months ago you threw in the lot
I lost my Matthew that day
And I cant get him back not any way
I wish you could look me in the eye
So you can see what you have done, how youve made me cry
You wont even listen, wont even try
You just kept on walking when you said goodbye.
You will wish you hadnt walked away
You will feel gutted when you think of that day
One day you will see how good you were with me
One day I promise you, you'll see
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Absentmindedly, Jackie wrote her name
thereupon, watching as dust motes floated
upwards, caught in sunset's evening rays
Brushing away a tear, she turned around
surveying, Nan's neglected room
provoked, a vague feeling of emptiness
Psychically, Jackie, quite distinctly heard
"The war years seemed like only yesterday"
It was her Nan's voice. Jackie gasped aloud
"Nan, is that you"? "I'm sure it was your voice"
Materialising in the doorway
Was, the slight figure of her darling Nan
Dressed for bed carrying a lit candle
Aghast, Jackie stood rooted to the spot
The candle sputtered, spent and all was dark
When the only way out is through
and the only way forward is back,
every angle is covered by the same unutterable words
that push and pull by their knowing
and cry with you, for you and all that you try to be
and all that you never will.
As the sky falls steadily downward
and you're left rooted to the spot
in snow-blinded acceptance
there will be no terms for surrender offered,
this hurt will be your making
and you will grow beyond it
again to be once more open
as those you love turn their heads.
I feel your breath upon my skin
Causing shivers from within.
You whisper in my ear
That there is nothing to fear.
Your blood red eyes
Tell me those are lies.
My life is about to disappear
Yet I still stand here.
I do not want to lead a life
That causes dischord and strife
But I cannot move a muscle
Even though I need to hustle.
I do try to leave you
But you already knew
What I would try to do
Your side to me you drew.
My cries go unheard
My pleas seem absurd
Most exquisite pain
When teeth pierce my vein.
I am rooted to the spot
And no longer try to plot
My very own escape
As a new plan takes shape.
As he drinks my blood
New thoughts begin to flood
Thoughts of life eternal
And now being nocturnal.
I feel a brand new strength
One that goes on at length.
I smell blood and fear
Yet rules I must adhere.
No longer can bear the sun.
Can lift more than a ton.
Have the power of speed
And to Enthrall if I so need.
I am no longer mortal.
I am a glorious immortal.
What here has transpire?
I am now a Vampire.