Best Rubble Poems
No one knows the rubble I’ve seen.
Nobody knows but DEEEshus.
I stop washing dishes and turn around.
My four-year-old is belting this out with gusto.
These dishes?
She nods.
Where did you learn it?
In church.
Okay.
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Forgetting is a vain refugee camp,
Madonna, for still these walls get
breached, amidst the daily, frenzied
barter of honed art for bread,
While slaking arid, thirsty hours with
bits of loving, or even in deep sleep's
opiate-laced salve; your shrill wail
ricochets on palisades of silence,
Wrecking dreams, when your arms
thrust out, ghost-like haunt heart's
corridors to pained remembrance
of your hearth bulldozed to jagged
Rubble, grating deep your ample
loins that Gaza noon of nightmare,
hooking deeper yet the piercing
scythes of questions as regards
Your fate and of your son's. Again,
the mind turns, tosses on this bed
of dusty shards and tear-anointed
debris as you once more scream
Your picture-perfect, front-page,
silent pain, yet made more potent
than all sounds heard down old
Palestine when wailing, wreathed
The wretched walls bedaubed with blood
of innocents, when wanton death and
mayhem, too, by Herod's mighty hand
decreed, made firm, held sway.
I watched your young life from afar,
folk in town said you wouldn’t go far.
You became with child, the dad left
from then on it was baby and self
Your life was a constant struggle
you triumphed through the rubble
Went back to school and got a degree
Your first major was psychology
You are now married with great career
you are my hero, and bff of the year
4-22-17
Inspired by the Hero contest
Fred Flintstone
Felt tingles, down his funny bone,
While playing his golf ball, he lost control.
Barney cried foul, as it bounced off his elbow into the hole.
Barney Rubble
Was in deep trouble,
When the match referee, ignored his demand.
And Fred laughed out loud, when Barney's ball plugged in the sand.
9 / 11 / 2021.
Rubble
I can't think because
I spend much time thinking
And I can't sleep
Cause my dreaming keeps me awake
In those sleepy dreams
I've got to get on moving
Swing the wrecking ball
Break free from this prison
I said ooh ooh ohh
It's like a wrecking ball
Tear through the rubble
These walls they crumble
said ooh ooh oh
Sifting through the remains
Till they find something
worth saving at all
Everybody's talking
talking with people they don't know
And they find out weird things
deep within their soul
Everybody's watching
But they don't care to see
They only open up
When your worlds displayed to see
I said ooh ooh ohh
It's like a wrecking ball
Breaking through the rubble
These walls they crumble
said ooh ooh oh
Sifting through the remains
Till they find something
worth saving at all
They listen to respond
Though they never really hear
They turn around and watch
They opinions are clear
People say we're crazy
What is crazy all about
We go walk through the night
find ourselves turned around
said ooh ooh ohh
It's like a wrecking ball
Breaking through the rubble
These walls they crumble
said ooh ooh oh
Sifting through the remains
Till they find something
worth saving at all
A flag flies tall among the rubble
Placed even in times of great trouble
When skies grow dark or a town destroyed
Both the Red Cross and others deployed
Stories of death and rescue side by side
Both tears of joy and anguish we cried
It makes us all stop and realize
From the lost hurting look in strangers eyes
We need to give thanks for the simple things
Like the peace that routine daily life brings
And never miss the chance to smile and say
I love you to each other as we start our day
For it's not until it's all taken away
We take that moment to stop and pray
So God, thank you now for today and tomorrow
For happy times and help us through our sorrows
May a flag always fly tall among the rubble
As before, now and always through our trouble
©Donna Jones
I was asleep in a dream of beautiful bees,
When I rolled over onto my side,
Then people all woke and ran from the hills,
Avoiding the lawless landslide.
Road became rubble, houses all heaved,
Churches all chattered and churned,
And the power poles fell onto the ground,
And the forest; it blistered and burned.
And out in the blue the swell became swollen,
And leapt like a lion on land,
Where nothing was safe from the wall of a wave,
Once it swallowed the beach and the sand.
I was having a dream, all peaceful and quiet,
When I suddenly decided to wake.
Perhaps I should have just stayed asleep,
I’m your casual, easy going, earthquake.
The fault lies within ourselves”
The tearing down of a person
A breaking of the Spirit
The ruining of self
Infliction by other person’s words
Growing up among the abandoned buildings
Once thriving with production
They became empty
The soul seen through broken windows
Cold and damp
Waiting to be torn down
Stripped of its resources for pennies.
Until there’s nothing left
An empty shell
Set it a blaze
Until it’s nothing but ash.
Then cry over the empty space
Remember it when it was a productive enterprise
Forgetting about the time it was empty,“Don't scorn your life just because it's not dramatic, or it's impoverished, or it looks dull, or it's workaday. Don't scorn it. It is where poetry is taking place if you've got the sensitivity to see it, if your eyes are open." Philip Levine
This poem emphasis on a person who died and was cremated.It also depicts how people cry after they destroyed the spirit of that person. The building is the person. It's dedicated to my brother Danny,
They are not headlines,
not numbers
stacked in columns of loss.
They are children...
running with paper kites
stitched from the scraps of yesterday,
drawing suns with broken crayons
on walls that no longer stand.
Their laughter once rose
above the call to prayer,
a fragile hymn
against the roar of falling skies.
Now, quiet shows them before their time
how to carry grief in tiny palms,
how to tuck emptiness close
as though it had been cradled in their chest all along.
Yet—
in the rubble,
a doll without arms still wears a smile.
In the dust,
tiny feet trace games
on streets the world has forgotten.
Hope is stubborn.
It hides in their eyes
flickering like a candle
protected from the wind,
whispering to us
if we tune our hearts to
their quiet voice,
...that childhood
should be a garden,
not a graveyard of dreams.
Remember them.
Not as shadows of war
but as children who deserve
to wake beneath an unbroken sky.
A rubble in a suitcase can be crushed by the might of ten elephants, sixteen rhino, and ladybird in a purple hat. But never a beetle or a silver snake with googly eyes. The monstrous bellowing can alter the voluminous stripes of even the most simplest of pattern. It is to be derived from a digging motion not built up in brick. The solemn manner of a teaspoon arriving in a bow tie and silky underwear. Packed pecked packing pleasing pleasantly. And the fat parsnip parking a car. Luxurious place. Parchments dancing look. Twelve of them. Grab a milk clay coat and whirl to the aroma of the 909 moons. Cup then. No frog. No slug. No biscuit. No lemon. No fox. And no haha either. Fantastic. Xxxx heraldic crest. Xxxx eradication of sloth balls. *** columnisation z
Seems our beloved space telescope
Has been mistaken for a park trash can
By certain alien races.
Shuttle crews removes 39 beer cans, two soda pop bottles, three alien
newspapers, a very bizarre condom wrapper, and six emptied cans of 10w40
intergalactic motor oil.
They also found, what they think might be, 2 Plutoniun hot dog wrappers, and a
broken dog leash of unususual nature.
No Littering signs were posted in an attempt to correct the situation.
I want to be more than,
the tears in your eyes.
I want to be the blood,
in your veins.
To seal and heal your wounds,
and fill your heart every second.
darkness traveling underground
rolling skies rumbling in the night
lighting piercing splintered hearts
trees ripped apart
thunder with in the light
buildings tumbling down
hurried winds blowing
fraigle breezes around
dandelion rubble
next winds
declares trouble
rumbling down
bodies scattered about
in a lifeless sight
Devastation turned to joy
when searchers heard a muffled sound
and found a tiny, frightened boy
beneath the rubble on the ground.
He lay, unhurt, surrounded by
the storm's debris and clinging to
a blanket. He began to cry,
as did the entire rescue crew.
Still holding to that blanket, he
was lifted from the ruins while
nearby his grieving family,
though lying injured, soon would smile.
Like trinkets, trees and home were tossed
throughout the town, but on that day
of miracles, no lives were lost.
They'll rise, rebuild, rejoice, and pray.
October 20, 2020
entered in Craig Cornish's After the Hurricane Contest