Best Sinkholes Poems

sinkholes

 suddenly slam 

 earth asunder


 do you hear the thunder?

 the rains are coming

 can you sense it in the air?

  
 Chaos...

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Been thinkin about them sinkholes
They seem to pop up everywhere
(or is it pop down?)
well, either way they scare

Brings to mind the ending times
some folks like...

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Record ice storms reported in the news.
Multiple car pileups.
Unwary pedestrians fading into sinkholes.
Power lines down, roofs caving in.

God is angry, letting us know
he’s still in...

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No words ...
no words strong enough
to capture this obscenity
as egrets and alligators,
shrimp and oysters
and human beings suffocate
on the stench, the filfth of the latest
greatest disaster.

On...

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Assembling letters.
Creating Information.
Climbing a unnatural,
Structure from my perception.

But, is it mine?
For this structure rebels,
Creating walls,
To block my letter flow.
Creating sinkholes of doubt.

Is this assembly of...

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November water somber black
Runs under haunted houses down the block
Moving through the shallow aqueducts
Poisoning shadows, contaminated, liquefied 
Red bricks cling to deposits rank decay
Waters feed...

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The Fault Line

My son sent me a message from the Grand Canyon and a boyo he is
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The Great Escape

Perched on a rooftop terrace in glorious sunshine he watches ahead
Floats on his sky looks inwards and ponders the magic path unravel
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In USA, 
There is a presidential election fight, 
Well, everything seems to be alright, 
It might be alright, everything seems tight, 
Sometimes, I dream of...

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I circle the familiar oak, though no more do I recognize the landscape
I search longingly for any semblance of memories cross the expanse  
Darkness...

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Twas the night before Christmas - came like a flash,
Mob of gingerbread reindeer prodding elves for cache.

The Clausman reigning, doling out orders this stint.
Lady of...

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I do not picture the brown-eyed sadness,
  Pools of hazel windblown on the heath,
Any more than I picture the days of childhood,
  Less...

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They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core
They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors
Tall stout men with peevish eyes and...

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twists and turns of serpentine.
perfumes that emanate from time to time,
through a wall of quietus-trees.
perils in the doubting waters,
amidst the anaconda, caiman, and piranha.

perhaps, after...

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If depression was a garden and hope was a flower,
It wouldn't bloom here.
It would decay and rot from the inside.
Petals fragile crumbling
Never soft, never vibrant
Grey.
The...

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