Best Saturation Poems
Saturation Point
Dirt under my nails
A withered feeling
I did not notice the sun
Until I succumbed to a weakness
In by back and knees
My shoulders sagged
My eyelids were
Like those lead fishing lures
I found in a corner of my scrape yard
I’d like to call my garden old
The simplification of watching the
Process of spring
Is a spring
Daffodils sprout from my table
They are yellow, from Safeway, butter-cup gold
Morning glory bells and daisy clusters
Could not be crushed
In their proliferation on the chicken-farm road
The old lady sat triangular
A heart’s distance to my house
She thanked me for a gift of an orchid and gladiola
They were on silken paper, but not fake
She thanked me for the real thing and some
Potato salad my children had delivered
I smiled-
There was no dirt under her nails.
Four, six, or seventeen tulip buds grinning. Of course not on a salt marsh. Leave that alone. Misted aromas of ancestral graves should be cared for not dug but if a slug us in power then a lemon woman could do much damage to lochs, lands, fields and mountain so do not discuss paperwork with a tiny dog whose obligations are merely to dress in a fur coat. Is the sheer fornication of the environment that is of great concern at this time. Gaping holes can never be earth wombs so digging will produce an end to life. When chatting in a queue always question the mind set of the jaded eyes. Grasping concepts is often a difficulty when all intelligence is received from square entertainment sets. A lone lizard sits on an empty beach waiting for the strobes. The lights to take up and away. Patterns of time. Printed not. Yet in sound waves enjoyed freedom and thus gave birth to new inspiration through interdimensional beams. Often it is said that dancing a waltz with a frog is the best idea as sudden movements of tango could cause unintentional hopping movements. Such a slur. Sour are the sauces whose injection to meats cause secretions. And many a leopard printed ham fails to deliver wine to the exact specifications and timing. Yet a portly shrew arriving in a southern breeze can stop by multitudes of shopping centres in an urgent attempt to purchase grand golden negligées' for their mice partners who are asleep in fairytale yachts complete with pinnacles. Akin to a childhood book. Likened to a cartoon castle of great magic. But when a corvette changes it's clothes it is time fir the sputter sputter sounding cards of the fat dark purple bus. Who would want to eat toast in an elevated slime kitchen with Mr and Mrs cockroach and a laughing 900 foot long light beam of a snake. Portray not a plant as a plate. An apple as a card. And remain aloof to chard writing as this will amuse cats who thrive on milky truths. It is not a justified weapon if planted in a school. Scenes are unjustified and should be abolished. For fried is the skin like an egg in a pan. Turning tuning taking teachings. Yelping yachtsman. Gardeners. Xx booming balance braked xx snail diving henchmen xx saturation xx
Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion
Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer approval
Frivolous get transfixed in youth's lurid allure
Bustling balloons launch from high vaulting hearts
Adventurers revel in joy during jaunty occasions
Concerned observers avoid havoc's banquet
Money cascades proportionate to patrons' appraise
Circumspect travel with kaleidoscope analysis
Attentively pensive address torrid scheduling
Pallid consideration accompanies shaded misers
Assorted sections bolstered by merciful sharers
Principled accord favoured by fate's ultimation
Aura of agitation promotes copious desires
Hushed heeders find freedom in relinquishing
Dilating ease determines to exit temptation
Plethora of pleasures pledged by reoccurring sunrise
Replenished spirit operates as a doting shepherd
Validates delight in desiphered silence
Supreme reckoning denounces pretentious credentials
Clarity invades tainted captivity's insatiable tirade
Mortal manuscript mirrors sequel's assembling
20th April 2020
Submitted to Chantelle Anne Cooke's
Best NA Poem 2020 Re run
The faded vibrancy of your smile
Through the exposure we set
Knocks the breath right from my chest
Life through the viewfinder keeps focusing on you
Unsaturated love turning shades of grey
I'm still adjusting to the light
of a life with you nowhere in sight
snow sits on spring grass
lazy storm sheds arctic tears
swallowed by sunlight
September 4, 2019
One Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
Saturate the living soul with depth, clarity and compassion..
Escape the mindset of the dreamer with vastness of reaction.
Counsel the greiver with wisdom, love and nobility..
Express to the seeker the excitement of agility.
Write to the world the words that spill the page..
Sound out the rhythm with no restriction to age.
Gift is the ability to express communication of feelings..
Selfless are the weak to
accept the love of healing.
the bloodstained clothes
that just wouldn’t wash out (just
like cranberry juice spoken of
by p. bateman), the watered
down t-shirt contests (precursor
to mardi gras), the hair drenched
in the shower (humans looking
like drowned rats in the streets),
the wool coats worn in the rain
that no one remembered to take
off (now shrinking! now
shrinking!), the little girl’s bear
that got thrown in the washing
machine by accident with the
rest of the clothes (momma
wanna betta one, this one got
smalla), the love stains soaking
through the satin & into the
mattress after a hot n’ sweaty
night-early morn (ooh la la---
ooh ooh ooh la la), the gym
shorts soggy after a good fart
seeped out (ahhhhhh relief),
the bib now covered in oatmeal
that dad wasn’t watching so
baby now covered in it is
justifiably angry (whaaaaaa
whaaaaaa), the young girls
immersed in tequila at the
party now beggin’ to go home
(into the mouths of wolves),
the soaking of the sponge
before laying it on the unlucky
son of a ***** whose time has
run out, prior to her/his inevitable
shock of death in whatever
bible belt state s/he was stupid
enough to do the crime(s) in
(SHHHHHHHOCKKKKKA
SHOCCCCCKKKKA
SHOCK SHOCK!)
The sea
Saturated with the sun's heat
Evaporates
To release the burden
The sky
Satutated with the thick clouds
Rains to release the grief
But
I
Saturated with love
Will never
Think of
Leaving you alone