Best Rumbled Poems
Where forests stretched for miles, and Spirit Lake
lay at its foot, there stood a rebel peak.
One day the earth beneath began to quake.
What havoc Mother Nature was to wreak!
The tremors kept occurring till the day
two craters which had formed began to merge,
erupting ash. Wise folks left right away,
for that volcano soon would surely surge!
Some met their death that eerie Sunday morn
of May eighteenth. The deer began to flee.
Then from the mount, a burst of cloud was born -
a mushroom cloud which bellowed boisterously.
It grumbled and it rumbled, rocketing
for fourteen miles to sky its ice and ash.
Land slid. An avalanche was covering
all things within the path of its mad dash!
By 10:15, a wall of water rushed
down to the river, tearing up the trees
along with boulders as the ash still gushed.
Destruction had been wrought with greatest ease.
The news said Mount St. Helen’s lost her head,
and trees, like matchsticks, lay upon the ground.
Amazingly, despite such loss and dread,
there is new growth of beauty all around!
Written Aug. 13, 2014 for Wordscapes Contest of John Hamilton
The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.
The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.
Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man,
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.
There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.
At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced
Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.
Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.
Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.
Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hope. When I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks
a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do that. Maybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.
I ate myself the other day
Unhinged my jaw and chomped away
No crumb was left after I dined
No limbs, or head, or crooked spine
Each bite I took was bittersweet
Laced with love and shamed defeat
I didn't even say goodbye
To all I loved and held so high
My tummy rumbled, so then I ate
What was left of me,
That you didn't take
Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.
Proverbs 16: 18
she stood tall on the jagged edges of the cliff
face worried as she noticed the rough seas
whilst above high dark clouds rumbled
though the sun shone straight at her face
could it enlighten her about what had happened
thoughts came and went, as she remembered
the letter he had sent her and wondered
was she deceived by her soldier and sister
he insulted her refusing to marry him
and she insulted him back vowing
she would never marry him come what may
still thoughts rumbled inside her mind
was he really proud or was she prejudiced
the jagged edges of a knife pierced her soul
could there have been some half-truths in his insults
she still hated him but admired his handsome face
facts churned in her head and confused her even more
could she face those jagged edges of truths
she turned and walked down the rough cliff
her soul lacerated with truths and pride
Placed 1
"over the waters blue the night winds sigh, the breakers roar ... Lord Byron
My love, we'll meet at eight as we agreed,
A storm was near, the lighthouse sent its flash.
Would be our lovely tryst that end of day
To mark the start of our great happy love.
By then we hoped would be a night so bright,
The blushing, crimson moon was then so high.
The blue rough seas upon the breaking rocks
And sing to us a euphonious tune.
Together we will wait for stars to rise,
Where mesmerizing fireflies dance in tune,
This may be our last real chance to love
To celebrate midsummer's fun and joy,
In love, we'll hug and kiss and be like one.
Yet you kept not our sweet love rendezvous.
In vain I waited, life began to change.
The wind grew slow in its intensity,
Clouds gathered ominously o'er the place.
The thunder rumbled; lightning was above
Flew here and there above the angry seas.
My love was nowhere in my heart, for now
The storms were raging on the rolling sea
And on the ocean of regret. All's lost!
But then, a crack in clouds appears anew
And she appears all drenched but full of joy.
The night winds blow serene with sighs of warmth.
Our hearts entwine with love and bliss romance,
We will be married soon, our love so true.
Placed 1st
She stood, feet apart with her hands on her hips
With long golden hair and her moist crimson lips
Her cape it was yellow, her pleated skirt, red
And a golden tiara she wore on her head
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
what was her name?
She wasn’t some actor
of Hollywood fame
For at seven paces
With hands on her hips
I swear that I felt
her kiss on my lips!
Her eyes held my glare and I wanted her there
But I was enrapt and did nothing but stare
I tried to act cool, and gazed back without blinking…
Can she read my mind, does she know what I’m thinking?
Legs up to her armpits, her red skirt so short
Any young man would have had the same thought
Her outfit ensnared me but I’ll keep this brief
For I wondered what she might wear underneath!!
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
what was her name?
She wasn’t some actor
of Hollywood fame
I knew she was real
for one blink of her eye
Made my heart race
And I thought I might die
She gave me a wink and she took to the sky
I made no pursuit… I’m a non-flying guy
Had I had the means I’d have followed her there
And we’d become one, hand in hand in the air.
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
What was her name
Would she fly away home
Would I see her again
The clouds above rumbled
As she thundered through
Then she landed before me
And said, “Hello You.”
[She]
“I sense you have a fancy for me, or my fancy suit
And as we’re talking costumes then your own is rather cute
Might you be a player in the superhero game
And if you are I’d like to know your superhero name.”
[He]
“Enchanted, young lady… My name is Bruce Wayne,
But some people know me as BAT.”
[She]
“Next-you’ll be saying you’ve got your own cave
But BAT?… I won’t be calling you, THAT!”
Wonder girl… Super girl,
from heaven was sent
But shaking her head…
She just upped and she went
Up into the sky
And was gone from my eye
I asked myself then
Will I see her… again
Wonder Girl… Super Girl,
what was her name?
I found her and lost her
The day that she came
I can’t help but wonder
Where might she be now?
I asked the boy wonder
He said,… “Holy Cow!”
I Committed Suicide
I stretched out weary hands.
Melisa, who considered me
like a big brother, quickly ran away from me.
My heart writhed unto me;
I longed for a swig of water.
Noise danced, rumbled inside me in thunder.
But the whirlwind heard
the swoosh of the knife as my eyes blushed.
But why didn’t I die instead?
I placed the knife back
in my rusty pocket.
I recalled she told me,
“No, don’t kill yourself.”
“Stress is like chess;
either you play it, or it plays you.”
Vinegar boiled my blood,
though my bones
were hit by the daily rocks I ate.
My suicidal act was lured with its bait.
But why didn’t I die instead?
Swarms of flies consumed the skin of my throat.
My fleshes were allotted to stresses atop a fire.
My fur was tumbleweed and chaff before the wind blew.
My mouth became a thirsty land.
I turned blue. I cried sandy tears.
My ivory screams were smokes.
But why didn’t I die instead?
“Christo,” I heard as I reconsidered.
“Melisa bloodily committed suicide,”
an old man vociferated.
I fell to my knees.
The blood in my head was a rolling sea.
Reconsideration ebbed away.
I was a zebra running away from a lion’s teeth,
but in the lake, caught by the crocodile’s jaws of death.
My muscles fainted in decay.
My soul ran away from a fowler’s snare.
Wails went higher than an eagle’s wings.
But why didn’t I die instead?
I wonder where earth joins the sky,
then hear the thunder's battle cry,
and ponder how the day rescinds,
with words that rattle with the wind
A rumbled sound from clouds tinged gray,
as treetops tremble, bend and sway
A raindrop tumbles to the ground
I wander back to shelter found
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Form: Sicilian Octave variation "strambotto"
Path Number 8
Birth date 5/21
Written 9/18/14 For Andrea's challenge
“The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul”
I remember the valley rolled with thunder
A section of tenors echoed from above
The sky was shredded, by forked lightning
Somehow that moment transcended love
Static electric rose up through the cloisters
The organist played like a demon inspired
Rooftop gargoyles overflowed with water
And eyes welled up, as if nature conspired
Rivers were swollen, the lake was heavy
A boy soprano, almost pierced the dome
Landslides rumbled away in the distance
High on ambivalence, I thought about Rome
The conductor was whipped into a frenzy
Fitfully pointing his wand in the air
As the tempest outside reached crescendo
Defiant altos, sang a hymnal prayer
Beyond the west window, storms fell silent
Shafts of light, shone through from space
Together the choir reached out in emotion
As they swayed stoically, to Amazing Grace
Originally penned 08/10/22
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
09/13/22
My alarm clock sounded early that morn
Just before the rooster crowed for dawn
I hit the button then turned to snooze
As thunder rumbled and rain ensued
The raindrops tempo on my window pane
Played a rhythmic beat to thunder's refrain
I got my umbrella and went outside
I picked up the paper and went back inside
Though rainy days often give me the blues
It also reigns as the crown of my muse
So I sat back and closed my eyes
Dreaming of sunshine's warm prize
Warmth, surrounded me…always
My lips, my eyes, closed…
Mesmerized by the darkness that brought me consolation
I remember there were colors under those lids,
Green, spurts of purple…and sporadic yellows and reds
They danced and flashed
Whenever your voice rumbled and vibrated my abode
I remember the earthquakes of laughter
That pushed me against the soft, supported side…
I merely bounced back to the middle again
My legs, bending, and then kicking off against it
My body twirling in the lavish liquid
Natural twists and turns that were later underappreciated
Twists and turns that were who I was
I didn’t realize they would always shape who I am
Deep voice—music—surrounded me always
My ears opened to the muffled marvel
Curious of the outside world that birthed the mysteries of who I am
I recall frustration, kicking against your soft insides….
Colors of black, gray tints, and calming browns…
That left me gurgling for more of those outside sounds
Because that first day I heard the lightning yells
The hot swells of your insides boiled
My body twirled and twirled as I heard you wail
Crying…sobbing…
My heart beat faster—wanting more to leave this vessel
Wanting to be a separate thing
Wanting all to hear me scream
To feel the cold, rubbery hands of a stranger
Lift me—and to your breast—gift me
It was always the warmth of the liquid
And the comfort of our bond
That always remained
Bonds and beliefs never dry
Blood is blood
Color is color
It is living to be separate that makes us gods
He stood at the French window fascinated with the storm outside.
Thunder boomed as lightening formed serpents in the ebony sky.
There would be no rainbows beneath the heavy dark clouds.
The uncouth woman lay supine on a comfortable couch
She looked at him almost contemptuously like a jilted bride,
Her cruel eyes darted like lancets that could only kill.
Had she even shown some compassion, he would have
Run to her and planted on her full lips, a loving kiss.
He felt her looks, knowing full well why he felt so jaded,
Yet slivers of her lust still resided in his soul,
She recognized he was not just some ghost from the past.
Though he yearned to tolerate her as a lover,
He knew she was not worth it. She realized how he hated her,
Saw her face darkening and foreboding,
Little did she know how strong he was and in full control.
He knew she wanted his body, not his tender love.
He felt her yearning heart now beating faster.
Outside thunder rumbled across the murky skies.
This wrought havoc as it continued to rain!
There was a fury inside her too, yet he yielded not.
He refused to be a mere plaything in the hands of a wanton woman.
Calmly he put on his jacket and raincoat,
And left her, knowing he needed a true radiant rainbow.
Unzip my Heart
Could someone come and unzip my heart
And repair the many broken parts
The wheels that are no longer turning
Are missing the flame that's stopped burning.
I had a love that became sorrow
Once I knew our love had no morrow
My love still lingers, sad tears I weep
For the dream that’d render life complete.
Life danced along in harmonic bliss
I gave him my heart, he gave me his
It was passionate, fascination
We’d judged it would last life’s duration.
Came the day the liaison crumbled.
Rainbows tumbled and heaven rumbled
Something was wrong that neither could fix
And love flew off in a veil of mist.
So please do come along if you can
A heart restorer, woman or man
Maybe one day I’ll find my true love
When my heart’s mended and zipped back up.
26th January 2021
ALL YOURS (Feb 1) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
This is a fictional poem inspired by the picture above.
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The Tiny Seed Opened
Deep the ponderous silent beginning
Rumbled its struggle to
And break open once upon its lilting
And thought
It lifted high some resounding
Gathered itself by pulse climactic
Loosening
The swollen burst of its making
And deeper driven the slow light emancipating
Rising glory
The exulted splendour
Forth rushing spreads encompassing
In the eternal reaches
The heart beats deliverance
Sings joyous cries
With life eyes
“I am here !
“I have arrived !
The impassioned apex of praise
Fortissimo to the pinnacle creation
The tiny seed
Opened
Inspired by
Also Sprach Zarathustra, Op. 30
( Eng Thus Spake Zarathustra) is a tone poem by, Richard Strauss composed in 1896 and
inspired by Friedrich Nietzsche philosophical treatise of the same name.
( Wikipedia )
Insufficient, I was.
Her eye's lament.
Avoided as if struck,
Match on last draft,
Liquid flare,
Dripping color,
I Aphrodite friend,
Gave standard statements,
To mortal tears,
Pebbled by stoic quite.
Unfit, this Frankeinstine,
On Iceberg adrift,
black water in motion,
A commute sail,
Cornrow sea,
peppered sweet,
with sunshine daughters.
Then comes Achillies,
(I rumbled low next),
Wanting to force,
His eyes to her face,
"This is wander because"
Then to all brothers.
Quite protective, for
MY "shelly" sisters,
Granted taken,
Poetry there wake,
My always companions.