Best Spews Poems
dead
bones rise
in ashes,
furnace spews clouds
smelling putrid smoke,
tongues consume bodies all,
aeolian whispers fan
Varanasi’s fierce appetite,
prayer flags wave like a wick of hope
while the ruddy Ganges silently flows
Now brown, the once-blue brook meanders down
To dams where sludge has chased beavers away
As species die, our Mother casts a frown
For Nature can’t control man or his way
From fracking, tapping minerals, she groans
She coughs, red lava spews from Mother’s pores
With waste-clogged arteries, she weeps and moans
The very sight of man she now abhors
As Nature inhales toxins, man’s forewarned
Her colors change from purity to rage
Depleting ozone, Earth has now been warmed
Tsunamis, hurricanes take center stage
We shed our tears, entrapped by urban sprawl
But Mother turns her head and lets them fall
*December 5, 2018
Written for John Hamilton’s “Colour of My Heart” Contest
Inspired by “Colors of the Wind” from the movie “Pocahontas”
Stranded in this place
I cannot recognize
Abandoned and lonely
No one hears my cries
AS i walk through this wasteland
Of wilderness and desolation
I am consumed with anguish
I walk this road with hesitation
On every turn that i come upon
The is more pain than at the last turn
Agony and torment spews from my pores
With every step i take more pain i earn
Until i am enveloped with grief
Buried alive on my feet
Dirt in my eyes,nose,mouth,and lungs
I throw up my flag of defeat
Each painful blow leaves behind a deep gash
That is constantly reopened never able to heal
Infection has now set into my heart
Slashes and scars on my body reveals the detail
Of the despair embedded deep in my soul
That tells a tale of a soul so lost
A soul wandering through this wilderness
A tale of what being born black cost
Where was I
when repo men invaded,
possessed,
boxed me up within his cool heart
fragrant in its distaste of warmer climates?
You know,
climates governed by love.
(Daydreaming of knights, that's where.)
Now I have only so much patience remaining
for this slapstick brain-
a nasty reminder, the heckler of my heart,
what spews sensibility
when I simply yearn to err.
And I scarcely have time to mourn
his devil's smile
leaving southward in moving vans
transporting my pieces
(all the valid ones)
with him
as I sit numbed,
next to climbing ivy poisoned by my disbelief,
broken
unpaid for.
Earth's rich soil
humble dirt
complex dirt
elemental earth
layer upon layer
where it hides
mineral treasures
more than we could
ever measure.
Quartz and crystals
gold and gems
salt and silver
precious oil
stolen and lifted
by hands of men.
Rumbling from the
bowels of earth
hot magma rises
erupts and flows
spews and plummets
to lands below.
Mother earth
source of life
for plants and trees
roots run deep
thirstily searching
to seek and find
precious fountains
hidden waters
sublime.
There are hidden
secrets within
earth's crust
where we have come
from within it's dust
where God has formed
our earthly frame
where to dust
we'll return again.
Written on 3/7/2016
Out of hell’s breath the Devil’s Coachman comes and turns
around the tale to woe twists as the world creeps backwards
underneath the clay slithering sacrificial savagery begins
Ghastly ghostly spectres watch on with soulless glee
under laid this icy moon the toxic evil venom spews
within hideous precision it claw’s innocent victims prey
Fiercely gnashing jaws instinctively in this fiendish predator of night shades
dark striking off balance this stead of hell delivers his deadliest of blows
disturbingly the pungent smell permeates this surrounding sphere
Paralyzing unwary sufferers arching like a scorpion ready to strike
acrimony spreads stealthily through the shadowy invasion within the beast’s bite
suffering of hades destructive force inflicts a prelude to the apparitions
Awakening within this lair of madness an unsuspecting sacrifice
blinding under tombstones creeping slowly chill’s out
through one veil of darkened soil a nocturnal predator comes to feed
Liquefying resistant victim within the glaze of ebony eyes
mystic powers claiming to be magic crushing the core of Eve’s apple
emerging covered with its sclerotized plates the Coachman devours
Repast of putrid skin the last victim lies rotten
one captured soul sinks into the river of Acheron
final reward for the unwitting wounded prey
Begins eternal downward descent
drawn up and treasured by this hungry decedent of a Rove
carried away into hidden hollows of the dead roaring
Fiercely jealous of it’s captive trophy
sector’s remain vigilant to guard such treasured stored
this Coachman’s rightly domain claims a legion to an underworld
The deepest and darkest secrets expelled unrighteous
this scarabaeus reaper as black inside with a rapier blade and sickle
condemned are the two faced between thee jaws of this deadly fiend locked on
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
Daystar rises scattering shadows to the four winds, terrifying sinful serpents who slither beneath rock masses for cover. Vapid, vampiric vipers hide themselves in caves in fear of the light, for they know their time has come. Their vitriolic hate speech spews forth like molten lava, lighting up the night with an ominous, ethereal glow. Servants of Satan, they slander lovers of light, spreading lies and disinformation. They abhor what is holy and shun the sacred. Salacious spiders spinning webs of deception, they are eager to entrap new and naive ones. Fiendish foes fomenting strife and contention, they are desperate demons craving attention and camaraderie, each one a zealous zombie whose only goal is to defile, defame, debase and ultimately, destroy. They are ink stains on our shirts, flies in our soup, arsenic in our water. You read about them in the news, hear their words in whispers, feel their insidious presence.
And yet…
Because a death has occurred, a life given in sacrifice, we extend our hands to Devildom and plead: Turn back, turn back from your ways. Repent and seek restoration. Pursue love and make amends, so that peace may be restored to the land of light, so that darkness may be vanquished - forever.
I have claimed to be apolitical but there are times
when the crop is ready for harvesting, so I put fuel
in the John Deere, ink in my pen and wrote...
He'll get millions of votes for that nicked ear
The vengeful narcissist people should fear
Picasso President
With malicious intent
He should be given the famous Bronx Cheer!
It looks like the graffiti on the wall
Four more years and America will fall
Trump will blow his own horn
Guilty of loving p.o.r.n.
And the rape of all the women he's mauled
There's another Trump, Junior's daughter, Kai
Brought a tear or two to dear grandpa's eye
It was her intention
During the convention
To convince people that he's a good guy
Melania was there but just for show
Since he paid off Stormy... well uh, you know
She has kept her distance
Abhors his existence
She can't be with him since he's had a ho
His Trumpeters may be humbled one day
Those who will vote for him and have their say
Those who are so headstrong
Thinking he's done no wrong
The beast who led America astray
He hasn't made the US great again
He's torn the nation apart... friend from friend
Time will tell the story
But there'll be no glory
Picasso President is no Godsend.
Trump toadies must be in a state of bliss
When his venom spews like a snake, hiss, hiss
They praise the dictator
The alienator
His villainy too baleful to dismiss
I've never liked saying, "I told you so"
But D J Trump is a jerk and a schmo
He's a divisor of men
When he's elected again
His tyranny will reign like a deathblow
I've read a few posts about Trump and yet
Not one comment did I write to upset
Another poet's view
I expect that from you
Without hostility or epithet
Out of hell’s breath the Devil’s Coachman comes and turns
around the tale to woe twists as the world creeps backwards
underneath the clay slithering sacrificial savagery begins
Ghastly ghostly spectres watch on with soulless glee
under laid this icy moon the toxic evil venom spews
within hideous precision it claw’s innocent victims prey
Fiercely gnashing jaws instinctively in this fiendish predator of night shades
dark striking off balance this stead of hell delivers his deadliest of blows
disturbingly the pungent smell permeates this surrounding sphere
Paralyzing unwary sufferers arching like a scorpion ready to strike
acrimony spreads stealthily through the shadowy invasion within the beast’s bite
suffering of hades destructive force inflicts a prelude to the apparitions
Awakening within this lair of madness an unsuspecting sacrifice
blinding under tombstones creeping slowly chill’s out
through one veil of darkened soil a nocturnal predator comes to feed
Liquefying resistant victim within the glaze of ebony eyes
mystic powers claiming to be magic crushing the core of Eve’s apple
emerging covered with its sclerotized plates the Coachman devours
Repast of putrid skin the last victim lies rotten
one captured soul sinks into the river of Acheron
final reward for the unwitting wounded prey
Begins eternal downward descent
drawn up and treasured by this hungry decedent of a Rove
carried away into hidden hollows of the dead roaring
Fiercely jealous of it’s captive trophy
sector’s remain vigilant to guard such treasured stored
this Coachman’s rightly domain claims a legion to an underworld
The deepest and darkest secrets expelled unrighteous
this scarabaeus reaper as black inside with a rapier blade and sickle
condemned are the two faced between thee jaws of this deadly fiend locked on
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman
The attention span of a hummingbird
She plays the part of the buffoon
With stale trite corny jokes
And mindless ramblings of a simpleton
She plays the lunatic
Filling my head with rubbish
Not a spark or inkling
That silence is meant to be
Appreciated and treasured
She spews out her platitudes
One after the other
Just mindless chatter
Shared indiscriminately
Unabashed and shamelessly
Endlessly going about
Littering perfect silences
But she is pretty
AP: 2nd place 2020
Posted on October 22, 2019
Pele, Goddess of Fire
First fire surges from the inner Earth.
Island waters greet the fire goddess
Risen from Earth's fiery core, her birth,
Endows with lava, land from her first kiss.
Exploding from a volcanic shower
Earth spews fire as Pele emerges...
Her hair glows golden in the twilight hour,
Streaming slowly as her passion surges.
Gracefully she moves and quietly creeps
On her burning path toward silver sea.
Wanting all things that she covers, she keeps.
Pele's steamy kisses saved for the sea.
Sorrow's shadowed Pele for timeless years.
Sadness is seen in her ebony tears.
April 30, 2016
ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Davey
*Pele's hair is a form of lava. It is named after Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes. It can be defined as volcanic glass fibers or thin strands of volcanic glass (Shimozuru, 1994). The strands are formed through the stretching of molten basaltic glass from lava, usually from lava fountains, lava cascades, and vigorous lava flows.
*Pele's tears
Pele’s tears is a geological term for small pieces of solidified lava drops formed when airborne particles of molten material fuse into tearlike drops of volcanic glass. Pele’s tears are jet black in color and are often found on one end of a strand of Pele's hair. Pele's tears is primarily a scientific term used by volcanologists.
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http://www.coffeetimes.com/pele.htm (Story of Goddess Pele)
Black Hole Beauty
Stay calm my beating heart for you will enter the vastness of the void
Consumed by a blackened bestial bliss that the demons have deployed
She comes amidst the narcissistic night devouring love like a humanoid
A conqueror of time and space the light before her shall be destroyed
All hale the Queen of darkness a Shiva diva the adumbrative android
In context to the stars mitotic moons hearts of gold in dungeons dwell
Pandemic planets pray to avoid clutches of her sadomasochistic spell
Asteroids display her black heart of doom unleashed from dormant hell
With tentacles wide dominating she breaks through her shattered shell
Her bowing beauty entraps the universe and spews out a nebulous dust
The eclipse of my soul an obsession of obscurity in her crushing of crust
Into the dimness of twilight the shadows like serpents dance in disgust
Once a benevolent beauty now a sanctified seductress seducing surreal
Roaming in dimensional drifts in preparation for her next indulging meal
In her amorant annihilation death is a savior of her effulgent extinction
A terminator of trust all effervescent emotions have been employed
Rambunctious radiation the ringing of her electromagnetic bell
For within a supernova stellar mass lacking in leisured lust
You comply and conform with a begging kneel
Ruler of hearts with infinite infliction.
'...this poem is in reference to people who have had or have and suffer from a narcissistic personality disorder...quite the experience...I wish them all well...'
March.21.2018
Minuanetta
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
Lo and BEHOLD. I AM THE universe, parent to the GALAXIES. I am that BITTER UNFAMILIAR taste in your mouth. I am the LIGHT THAT BREAKS the DARKNESS. I am the coming of a new HORIZON. I AM THE KINDLED FIRE BLAZING BRIGHT. I AM THE TRIUMPH THAT REST WITH THE BLESSED. I AM EVERY WORD IN THE HOLY BOOKS.
THOUGH YOU think it's UNTRUE I am the mountains MAJESTY. I am THE JOY OF EVERY CHILD. I AM the rows of CROP AT the PEAK of HARVEST. I am the SOULS of the DEAD WANDERING to and fro. I AM THE SPIRITS IN the corners of the WORLD.
I AM THE UNABASHED FEARLESS LITTLE GIRL.
I AM THE BRAVERY IN ALL. I AM THE BLOOD that SPEWS carelessly. Though you may not BELIEVE, I AM THE WRATH OF THE GODS BEFORE THE HUMANS FALL. I AM THE SLAVE AT THEIR BECKONED CALL. I AM THAT MINUET CREATURE BURROWING WITHIN THE EARTH. I AM THE DESTINY OF ALL.
I AM THE SLUMBERING, THE STILL, THE SILENT COLD, HARSH WINDS BLOW, THE ANGRY AND THE UNRELENTING DOCTOR GONE MAD.
I AM THE MINORITY within the MAJORITY FEVERISH AND GLAD.
I AM THE ONE STANDING. AT the feet of TITANS JUST BEFORE BATTLE. I AM THE FORCE WITHIN AND WITHIN I REMAIN.
I am the woman.
I am the only woman.
I am the one woman.
My name is Women.
I nurse nations at my breast.
Ripened bosoms set loins afire.
Life spews forth from my
parted thighs.
Astride they clamp and drain
desire.
Lips, that part as seas once
did,
Guiding the yearning with
silent voice.
Plump and moist, they quench
the arid
Voices singing their grateful
rejoice.
My blood flows red, and rich,
and warm.
Tears stream rivulets borne of
joy and sorrow.
A rib once lost, hath given no
reason to mourn
I am perfected, I will lead all
tomorrow.
Woman, is my name.
Woman, I am the one.
Woman, I am the only one.
Woman, the I am.
The wind blows free in my valley
Bending giant trees to her will.
Sometimes from the north, such anger spews forth
That even the sun feels her chill.
Clouds scurry around to obey her
In fear she’ll devour them as well.
In her primal pain, she lures gentle rain
To join in her demonic spell.
In moments, fury abated,
Reverting to sweet-tempered breeze,
So mellow and light she seduces night
And vamps bright daybreak with her tease.
Won no. 3 in contest