Best Seepage Poems
The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning
Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black
He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots
his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts
the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream
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Ground seepage
A small start mere drainage
Grows to a mighty river rushing
Flowing some three-hundred-fourty-four miles a rushing
From Atlanta to the Gulf beauty accenting
Through ragged Spewell Bluff it slithers
Filled with fresh rain water
Flint River
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Choose Your Favorite Body Of Water
Written: June 12, 2014
G;Geico commercials B;(you knew this was coming); Billy Mays commercials U;
hour long imfomercials
G;Big, juicy homemade hamburgers B;White Castle belly burners
G; Best fast food place;by far;All American, Massapequa N.Y. (check it on web-
always, and rightfully rated number one B-white Castles (ugh;belly burners!)
G; Music played with syyle and heart B; Gangster rap/ Disco
G;Family gatherings B;Alone in a dingy room
G;A nice warm shower B; Having no showerhead
G;Staring at TV test patterns for hours (told ya I was weird) B; Gamey game
shows
G;A nice warm sunny day B;Heavy rain and your roof leaks
G;Creativity B;Malicious destruction(other than a Billy Mays tape)
G;Cooking and eating with family /and/or friends B;Alone with a bag of pretzels
G;Enjoying swimming at the beach or pool B;finding a great white shark in your
pool
G;Words of love and encouragement B;Mean words of anger/hate
G;Good poetry B;My poetry usually
G;Peaceful sleep all through the night B;Cronic insomnia U;Being awake for 8
days (as I too well know...one's mind turns into oatmeal)
G;a love of beauty B;Loving your own beauty
G;swiss or cheddar cheese B;Limberger cheese U;Liederkranz (ugh! clear the
house!!)
G;A full refrigerator (including Tootsie rolls) B;A rerigerator full of food expired 6
months ago, and now home to strange new species
G;Catching a mouse B;doing the same, but with your teeth
G;Courteous drivers B;New Jersey drivers
G;Religious faith B; Fundamentalist extremists (of any religion)
G;Room deodorizer. B;Dirty unwashed socks your air deodorizer
G;A trusting marriage B;A busting marriage
G;Acoustic guitars B; Acoustic torpedoes
G;M&Ms B;BBs
G;good books used as tools B;Mediocre books by fools
G;Cleavage B;Seepage
G;Being in a band onstage B;Overfilled audiences leading to rage
G;Jessica Simpson's looks B;Jessica Simpson's mental acumen
G;Eddie Murphy on stage or screen B;Eddie Murphy in real life (I know!)
G;Being loved and adored B;Being lonely and too bored
G;Some money in your pocket B;Your finger in a socket
G;For Bush to get a Lobotomy B; News of Bush's colonoscopy
Enough for now folks. Have a painless day!
Ooze, a squirt with perfect onomatopoeia
A slow leak, exudation or seepage
A slow plunge into thick mud sucked
An outflow all over, a disseminated discharge
That cannot be held back or stopped
A slow steady ooze seeps spews woos
ask the moon
two approaches
two dead ends.
love doesn't die it just slips into your
back pocket
shifting uneasily
like detached spiders legs
you must remind it
that there's no where left to
run.
bodyless memory
entity unto itself.
towards and away
connected at their ends
by the circumference
of doubt.
each movement the derivative
of mute-faceted equations
that click away
between want and
denial.
you approach the subject
of love
with drama and a
top hat
twirling on a cane
with a razor edge.
slicing into
and stretching up
stopping up flows
that quench the need for
chronic seepage.
love has answered none of the
questions
least of all
are you able to love?
or can love exist
in the spaces you have left it?
at first love looms
like the steps of a library
littered with strange words
as you peer through the knees of
understanding
time alters the grandeur of
romance
revealing it as mere discovery.
then the first house
the patch of green
and the settlement grows
a cancer
or a mass of promises-
either way it seems incorrect.
and so the long
goodbye
a deja vu of ripped ligaments
and voided wombs
love remains transient
a boarder in the back of your
mind
an impossible achievement
incomprehensible as
immortality
while love,
the primeval
cytoplasm,
alters its shape
in order to survive.
are we left with
nebular inconsistency
or with
love?
ask the moon
it will reply
"rocks"
ask the universe
and it will remain
silent.
Joseph A Adler copyright 1975
Another crack is in the concrete
More seepage from the Dam
How many will be in the way
When the whole thing crashes in
So many with an opinion
On things they do not know
With no one who is willing
To take the time to plug the hole
Do we not see the flood of ignorance
Bursting at the seams
I believe this time the sky falling
Whether or not the chicken screams
Blind in our understanding
Destruction will clear the path
The Dam is clearly bursting
Is it too late to hold it back
What we need as a people
Is the wisdom to come together
To help stop the Dams destruction
Instead of blaming its construction on each other
Youth can't make you prettier than a speckled pup
Just as maturity won't make you a hound.
When a juvenile attitude ensconces your cup
It's by this heart seepage, you're bound.
She left a bloody track
of footprints
up and down
the hospital hallways
the doctors
looked the other way
as if she was
a phantom
a character
playing a harmless role
in their drastic dreams
she screamed
pleaded
“Please
don’t you care?
can’t you see?
blood is seeping from my feet
can’t you see?
I’m dying
don’t you care?”
she sat
in the hall
crimson prints
sprawling
in all direction
she shrieked
at the ignorant doctors
as blood formed a lagoon
around her broken dogs
she wept
and pled
and died
in the warmth
of her seepage
and in the middle
of that hallway
she laid
forever
and rotted
her bloody track
remained
faded
altered from deep crimson
to light brown-red
but remained
without any consideration
from the doctors
What the artist seeks to incite is a shadow of insight
Drawn out of the circumstance of desperation and regicide,
He becomes a spokesman for an intelligent design iterating itself into the human mind
He articulates the livelihood of the presence which confounds his nights,
Tearing seepage in his imaginative unconscious
Yielding unto the downpour of new words as unfamiliar feelings emerge
Xenophobic he cannot linger, for in the twilight of his contortion
The strange uniforms with hypnosis,
To the knowledge that approaching is the ferryboat that is meant to take him
The manifold of novelty unbounded in telling
Would he surpass the mirage of his peers’ regrets for his sanity,
The man will bring forth a new reality
What is worn
Is spoken as a token of return
To what is felt beyond
Worn to transcend the alarm
A heart dyed deep in blackness, whistled
As the kettle boiling,
So shrill beyond the bedroom door
Like turbines pumping, toiling;
Screaming like a rusty hinge, caked
In need of oiling,
For in it’s gangrene seepage
Stained the sheets with angst and soiling.
A heart dyed deep in blackness, hungered
Feral jaws in essence,
Alive with worms and ravaged cells,
Of darkest incandescence;
Yawning vaults of hatred, gaped
Through vacant omnipresence,
And in a final testament
No love save acquiescence.
The fall is being chased by the restless earth
Longing for self-destruct
Melting peat in soil melting contest
Bind the selected space guard
Carbon in the seepage of the earth
Mother Earth sincerely caressed him to death
His life for the carbon ascetics
To remain silent until the time comes
As the faithful lava flow in silence said
Until the time is over
Though litter embraces carbon
Lovebirds carve Indonesian forest dates
Grow all the roots to pierce
Grow a glorious tree
The sled fauna rejoices eternally
Until the virtual green flora
The greed of evil has arrived
Grind humus carbon hermit
Separate trash with iron claws
Stab until the last deep contest
Scattered swarms of carbon
Scattered with burning trash
Soaring high heats space
Forced to gather in the greenhouse
Until the threshold is hard
The heat wakes up the white hermit
The frozen one dwells at the poles of Mother Earth
Like the hell torn apart by the coldness of heaven
Melting white hermit stretches across the oceans
No need for a full moon anymore for the high seas
Where else can we knit peat?
Where else is the hornbill humming?
Where else can you make friends
Where else does the tree title point
Where else do the ants follow
Mother Earth's green carpet is uprooted
Moaning longing for the faithful
Only fog answers
Silencing forest telepathy
There is no distance between shattering and melting
Barbarism overturns manners
Unlicensed emission
Neat! Archaic anarchist party
Caress that are no longer effective
Rahara with money wins the ring
Like heaven that covers the candala
Persuade to crouch
Worship the forest eater
Neat! Rain is not fresh anymore
Slicing squat bones
Acid until the roots are sour
No more customizable blankets
What's missing are empty tones
Who leaves raindrops
Quietly bid farewell to the roar of the chainsaw
Net zero emissions?
On tons of carbon footprint
Return carbon fiber to earth's peat
Persuade again longing to fall to earth
The litter that used to be drifting slowly
Perched gently on the love of the earth
Accompany the carbon ascetic who doesn't keep his promise
I'm here
Wana Gosong, 24.10.2021
chariot of outreach,
i do a moderate dance
in the form of a stomp
on your existence
as i gallop into the wide
unknown of your most
feeble pleasure, i recall
a windy dawn in which
you howled my name
when i chose not to respond,
you took it upon yourself to
throw a blizzard party in the sauna
i the decided to dispose the ****
seepage of your misnamed moniker
of a love unconditional
the windchimes catching the aggressive
blows of the deluge defy the reasonable
rudiments of rhythm
as a result, i become silly putty in my own
hands, and i blow out the candles knowing
now what it will take to etch the purity of love
in the eternal emission of time....
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into my life you filled love when my fate on a platter offered me bliss trifling,
Niftly you surreptitiously left my antedated heart airless and stifling,
Gusts of malevolence vent out with arcane sprite, oh! these esoteric rifling.
Your comely face now seems to me an abhorrative visage,
Our bonds of love bleed venom from the punctured heart, painful seepage.
Urns of sorrow, my eyes grieve tormented, wailing tears toil to turn a new page.
Moan for you ever, my throbbing heart and forlorn soul,
Youth of my life spent with blood shot eyes akin burning charcoal.
Lost in fond love without you beside me, now and hear,
Over and over again teeming with your thoughts I shed many a tear.
Volcanic emotions erupt, as evoke memories of making scalding love,
Ecstatic desires drive me insane, but I live on like a lonesome mourning dove,
Reminisce your fond caress….very much…..my love ………..I miss you………….
2/3/2012
Thirty-one packs of chewing gum,
Clutter up my drawer,
And thirty-one times thereafter,
I forgot thirty-one times more,
And bought thirty-one times yet again
Seems somehow I found
Thirty-one more times,
I had thirty-one more such a yen...
This went on for thirty-one more months,
Till thirty-one drawers were jammed
Tried to open them thirty-one times apiece,
And thirty-one times closed they slammed
Not only thirty-one drawers overpacked,
But thirty one over heated summer days,
Made thirty-one globs,
Of thirty-one pounds of sticky glaze
With thirty one times prying
With thirty-one different sized crow bars...
Thirty-one hours of trying....
Could have far easier
Gone thirty one times to Mars....
But now thirty-one stringly spidery strands
Of thirty one thousand gummy stringy drawer glands
My kitchen is inaccessible
I've tried thirty one hundred times
With thirty-one ever increasing sized
Machetes, and thirty one ever
More dificult rhymes
So I sent away for thirty one extra large
Gummy-Bears,
Thinking for sure thirty-one ways they knew,
How to fight their way with thirty one set of claws,
And make way for me or you
But what I found out after thirty-one deliveries
Of thirty-one huge Gummy Bears,
Each Thirty-one dollars and
Thirty-one sets of change
And thirty-one shipping and handling
Charges, and this was really strange
My thirty -one huge Gummy Bears
Each melted in the kitchen too
Making thirty one more tons of
Thirty-one sticky gobs of goo
So I sealed off my kitchen
with thirty-one tons of bricks,
In honor of Mr. Poe,
And just to get my kicks,
I placed a Cask of Amontillado
It's seepage made me lick my lips...
Now I Barbeque on the patio,
In the heat, or in the snow...
Scrambled eggs a bit tricky,
But better than that sticky
Thirty-one varieties
Of thirty one tons
Of sticky goo
Gettin' all over my thirty-one
Inch "buns".
A Sky of Water
Arabic Poem By: Falah Al-Shabender*
Traslate By
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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A sky of water
Doesn't blaze in a glance;
It follows us, as we head towards it,
Fraying its essence,
And transcending in its mysteries;
Emptiness .. Mooing.. And dizziness swallow us,
Undigested.
Here our faces are prayers,
The horizon is a hearth of died out ashes
No effort is needed
For faith in the supreme.
A phoenix
From the far away echo
Drops a shadow painting a sign,
The road leads to.........
Only if I had a seeder
For this bird hovering above us,
And if I hoped for any good from it!
But, No; it's there by chance!
If I set up a trap for it,
I'd capture it.
But, no,
Not this.. and not that!
We've defined its sky,
And I have the seeds for it
-What are your seeds?
-Words, Sir!
-I don't think it reads.
-But it could hear!
In the floating cave, their fourth was the bird,
Landed on the threshold.
- Only if this bird would write us on land,
To be our witness!
Of wood they carved a ladder,
And climbed the index of birds;
Their mu'ezzin called:
The nigt is nibbling at the day,
Digging its valley,
Pouring in seepage of the last farewell;
In the naked night,
We become more than what we are..!
And what hangs us to the sudden in the darkness,
We wait to see what comes out of its abode;
Because this hour,
Is the hour of mere animal!
It senses our nakedness,
Chills with patience
Floating creeps in .. A floating drum
Over a sky of water
The voice creeps ...
Somber chant:
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated
Falling rain .......... Rising smoke
Breathing and exhaling
The opposite triumphed........... The opposite is defeated,
And the foam exhales
Paper of disgraced thoughts;
The waves giggle;
We retreat, swinging with bias,
Turn around, and revolve around "the intoxicated boat;"
We retreat,
Our backs meet,
And we join;
The tough waits for the tough
"To be or not to be" ............ That is the guffaw!
Oh, sovereign power of the sea,
We are sand;
The bird is belated
And we are picked up by dust.
*****
Translatedby:
Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
USA
February 2010
*Falah Al-Shabender is a poet from Iraq
The original text in Arabic: http://www.alnoor.se/article.asp?id=80084