Best Slosh Poems
It started with the beeping of my clock.
Sometimes I want to bash that irksome thing.
My dog barked for his food and then a walk.
While walking him, my cell phone went brring brrring.
I passed some school girls chattering away
like chirping birds. Back to my house I went
to feed the cats that mewed without delay.
I grunted next. My bills had gone unsent.
To mail them I zoomed off inside my car.
It rained. Outside my car I had to slosh
through puddles with no boots on. Great! Har har.
I splashed back to my car, and oh my gosh,
someone had whammed into my new car’s door.
I nearly bawled. Not even noon – what more?
Slosh Sploshes
in my Galoshes
reveling in the rain
Muddle Muck
I am a Duck
and cannot be contained
Flap Slap
something Madcap
waddling soaking wet
My mother says
I am the Muddiest
thing she has ever met!
yellow duckies slosh
a fishing line rewinding
blue sky’s skipping in the pond
whistles the green frog
a tan boy puppy puddles
small gray cloud joins with splish-splash
Crows, bats, witches, haunted houses, goblins, ghosts and me
Pumpkin bread, corn pudding, warm caramel apples my way.
Delicate intricate spider webs between my house and garage.
Holding me in a delighted way on an October day.
Stringy gooey gritty globs of pumpkin slosh on my hands.
As I help squealing jack-0-lantern creators scrape.
Laughter of children coming in waves from leave piles.
Husband screaming at the referee calling him an ape.
Fluffy tailed squirrels chastising each other over walnuts.
Screeching if they think another squirrel has gotten a bit more.
Solid cinnamon roll smells wafting in from my happy oven.
Maize on porch, beside gourds of various colors next to door.
Autumn is here in all her glory, showing us the colors we expect.
Luxurious reds, yellows, browns and oranges showing up in droves.
Cardinal songbirds twitter and trill their announcement of winter.
Magic of fall showing up in pumpkin potpourri and smells of cloves.
Written 10-07-2019
Contest: Give Me Your Best Poem
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
It’s a pleasure to walk out on a Winter’s day,
When the cold air bites, and deep snow’s here to stay!
To hear the wind howling through the bare trees,
Perhaps hear the sound of a chickadee sneeze!
But then, I love to walk in the pouring rain
Without a hat! It cools my overworked brain!
Nothing beats that feeling, when you’re freezing cold.
It’s something to remember, when I get old.
Always supposing I will reach old age!
And yes! I like to go out on a Spring morn.
For when taking a walk, I’m glad to be born.
Though rubber boots leak, making feet sore, and wet.
I’m soaked to the skin! Can I get wetter yet?
There’s a Westerly wind screaming through the trees!
Better I think, than walking in a light breeze!
I slip and slither, and finally fall down.
If the puddle were deeper, I’d likely drown!
Then of course, I’d never reach old age!
When Summer is here, I enjoy a long walk.
To be out in the heat, when it’s hard to talk!
As sweat pours from every part of my being.
People can hardly believe what they’re seeing!
Dust sticks to my brow. I smell rancid and strong.
If you don’t like my smell ? Then best move along!
Still in rubber boots, though they make my feet stink!
I look so disgusting, it makes some folks blink!
I doubt they’ll let me live to reach old age!
In the Fall, I’ll be going out once again
Coughing and sneezing, I’ll slosh through the rain!
The chickadee died. He caught pneumonia!
So I buried him under the red begonia!
There’s a rash on both legs, and my nose is sore.
I’ve no handkerchief left, to blow it once more!
There’s an ache in my right ear, and fungus grows,
Itching and burning between most of my toes!
I’m amazed I’ve lived to reach old age!
Now, as another good year gets under way,
Why I wonder, are things tough for me today?
All I want, are the simple pleasures in life.
Maybe a good woman, to make me a wife!
But for some reason, they’re very hard to find.
Though I’ll still keep trying while I have a mind!
By until that day when I find one to train,
I’ll keep to myself. Out in the pouring rain!
At present no one cares if I reach old age?
Rhymer.
A wandering alien I meander in wonder
Traversing the earth, sky and the sea.
This neo-globe in quick metamorphosis
While in continual circulation
With all of her civility and merchandise
And appurtenances of modernity;
Complexity has transcend
The simplicity of an era and
‘Tis everything has become new:
The huge metallic cacophonous bird,
The neurotic box that outwit the brain
To exceed the axis and compact the universe…
But i wonder still of these invent
To calm the wave and to seal the sky
With all of the kismet of flood,
Storm, earthquake and tsunami!
The dragon had long become a myth
To reborn the surge of rocket boom.
The cackling metal stick inbuilt with death
And the miniature ‘tom to turn the city into ash.
I see a gigantic whale propelled within stomach,
Slosh through surface and beneath the ocean
Thwarting the tumbling wave and serenity below.
There is the polished Everest Mountain to live,
The worker model reacting to button;
The fast metal snake reacting to charge
And the transplantation of Organs….
Man has create a world of wonder
And still I meander for essence and repose!
Great wit and profound ingenuity
Have now surpassed the strength to till
And eyes set on screen and pages
Have undermined the Wisdom of Solomon….
But what pertains to the invent of contentment
With anxiety, frustration and desperation?
Merchants have dawn the mint for barter
And the opportune capitalist is fortunate
With all the communal fortune and as
Titles and honours have excused a name
While prevail the awful distress about
Destitution, sickness, hunger and death
And corruption….? These conundrums…
Still a wanderer, I meander in wonder!
( BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES )
Battin down the hatches, the clouds are moving in in patches.
The sky is darkening up, and the wind is moving trees in batches.
The animals are looking up, they dont like what they see.
The hair on their bodies are standing up, on a different degree.
The lightning is very bright, and the thunder makes you jump.
The rain it pours on the road, and the hail gathers in a clump.
People they run to take cover, as the hail hits their head.
The weatherman called for sunny skies, is simply what they said.
The tempatures cools and goosebumps they appear.
Hoping that there are no tornadoes, is what everyone will fear.
Grab the raincoat and slosh through the puddles.
Grab your friend and hold them close, as both of you must huddle.
Its that season for the storms, and looking up at the sky.
Its always quite normal, as eating apple pie.
Have candles ready, and a box of tempernate matches.
Get ready for the storm right now, and battin down the hatches.
Pit pat pit pat
Zoom slosh and soggy felt
Runny nose, midday doze
Aching knees steaming tea
Crackling logs, evening fogs
All promises of Spring
In the middle of the universe I stand, it's like being in a can
Some where to which the average mind, can not comprehend
You see in a can- you may swish with sound
You may slosh up or down, you may go a round
A round and a round, up or down
Hearing or making sounds
But within the can you are bound
Liquid makes movement confound
Because you will drowned it makes it loud
Theres no where to escape any little sound
So then you drowned of to much sound
Now if any movement or sound isn't about
The vaccume seal always keeps you
Locked right here.. profound
13th
For my muse, I choose the euphoric source
Of my most transcendent -
Lovely
- Muddy
Memories.
Perceptual flashes? slosh slushing
Approaching an untamed blue-green pond
Just your average amphibian gone blonde.
In sunshine or windward shower.
Loitering around the grassy brim,
On that one slick rock, I stood up
Catch a fish. oooooh, you swift ~
Let it back in?
Or you could...
Run screaming like the flaming river rumbling down the mountain.
To the lunulate lagoon?? in the front yard
Hop & stand
Fish in hand You. Have. To. Make. It.
But the gargantuan estate. . . it's too late.
That tiny t-rex gait, might just seal
That golden guppies fate.
Cause you sprung like spring
And set that little sucker free.
To be fair, it was the end
of a long day and a large drink
we called Screaming Jesus
nothing more than watered-down
vodka, grape soda, and a stalk of rosemary.
We were dug in near a sandcastle
at Ormand Beach. My skin shrieked
against the heat, but all I heard were the angel's
murmurs between the eternal slosh
of loamy, gray-brown waves.
Eyes salty with dehydrated sea,
considering an impending trial
separation, my anonymous angel said,
"The keys to the kingdom are reserved
for those with an appetite for interpretation."
My husband had no idea
what it meant. Even I still remain
areligious, despite the evidence—
the seraphim's calligraphy across hot sand,
carved into my skeleton.
We shed ten layers of epidermis that week,
Ohio bodies exposed to a new slant of sunlight.
Hotel housekeeping kindly hoovered up
the sheets of our leftover skins.
My husband still jokes about it,
volumes of our DNA collected,
discarded vacuum bags of vacationers
rotting at the bottom of a Florida landfill,
how I sat with an angel whose graygolden halo
was a rusted-silver carabiner secured to a spike
driven into the hands of heaven.
"Commit to the bit," were the last words
I heard before the horizon turned orange.
Everything since is a hidden scripture, bewitched
in red and yellow, fragrant as pestled ginger.
A path of revised perspective, sifting sand
through sunblistered fingertips until the memory
of it settles—
like a beachside angel on the fence, manufacturing
meaning in her downtime for desolate humans.
Another terrorist atrocity has happened again
This time it was Barcelona and that my friends is Spain
My heart felt love goes to those affected
These terrorists need found and dejected
Stay alert everyone they may strike anywhere
Be vigilant and stay aware
They have hit London and Paris
They call themselves ISIS
They have tried to install fear to us all
But their the only ones who will fall
They will not win their religious fight
Peace and tranquillity that’s what’s right
There tactics have been very similar
Killing, hurting with a van or a car
Driving at speed in built up areas
Targeting innocent bystanders
These people really are cowardly
I just wish that they would see
They have been totally brain washed
Reasons and thoughts turned to slosh
Sending healing thoughts to all people there
From the western world we really care
The terrorist should be behind a large fence
For indiscriminate acts of murder and violence
You are the scurvy of this earth
Your radical beliefs buried under turf
You can not see that you won’t win
What you do is a really a Sin
So ISIS we won’t take it anymore
Face up to facts you’ve lost your war
Go back home and leave our shores
Violence and murder we don’t adore
Glisten fluid slosh,
Plunging, hurtling, misting beads,
Scouring stone shapes.
Sunlight shining through the clouds
To warm this dreary day
Taste of the misting rain upon my lips
Daffodils like gold begin to sway
I feel the breeze blow through my hair
And smell the morning dew
The only thing that is missing
Is me having you
I walk along this narrow path
The trees beginning to bud
Hoping that I can find you
As my shoes slosh in the mud
The tulips red like fire
Set my soul ablaze
As I continue searching
Afraid I’ve lost my way
Calling out your name
A bird returns my call
It makes me really sad to think
I’m alone after all
*For Five Senses/ Five Elements contest
Sunlight shining (seeing) Daffodils like gold (metal)
Misting rain on my lips (tasting) Sunlight shining (fire)
Smell the morning dew (smelling) Misting rain (water)
Bird returns my call (hearing) Trees beginning to bud (earth)
Rain upon my lips (touching) Breeze blow through my hair (wind/ air)
NOSECANDY SNOW
crack white
mojoblow
night flight
nosecandy
snow
photographic
eye chambers
capture it all
seizure lights
rainbow walls
nerves and veins
plumbed too raw
doubledecho voices
stealing authenticity
shredding shades of sanity
Ferris wheels and Carousals
motion sick candy stick
black bile rises thick
ground navigates a
tidal slosh of
rise and fall
quartz stars hang no more
formation sunk in
twin and triplet
curtain calls
shut-eyed nightmare curses
all spinning out of sync
roll the ground under feet
red reels running rampant
blood vivid dances curtsey
their orchestrated fury
veinbulging
lineblurring
overused tracks
skulls deafening
cracks dazzle then……
pass to shaded faint
starshards take aim
shooting placid petals
in the face of
saving grace
the hate, the sweat, the shakes
take place
insects fall into corners neatly
voices fade away completely
© Kim van Breda—23 September 2015