Best Stalagmite Poems
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
— like globose berries, a cluster of tints.
The secret place — its musk, amidst the flora,
a limited conquest of feet — their prints.
Excitement rocks — I wade in hidden space.
My helmet light — it swims above my eyes.
The shadows wet, the adventurous ace.
The winding walls will never brush the skies.
The natural deep dark, unharnessed hush.
Us tourists kneel — the prayer within the calm.
The stalactite and stalagmite - time’s crush.
The pleasing whim — underground cave a psalm.
In seven hours se la explora.
My cavern bursts with bittersweet aura
6/7/2019
Nature Scene-Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Dale Gregory Cozart
se la explora - it is explored
The unicorn was soaring high;
I watched it fly across the sky.
A regal beast of snowy white,
Its horn was like a stalagmite;
Its wingspan took my breath away.
I smiled with joy to hear it neigh -
But then I spotted on its back,
A grinning rider, dressed in black:
PD was out with her new pet;
She waved and zoomed off like a jet.
And as they flew towards the sun,
I knew her birthday would be fun.
Jack Horne, with love to PD on her birthday ***
O to be there again
Little boys dancing for calypso dimes
And the US marines, angelic in white
White rum frolicking in the chapel of their brain
Laughing like water on the ships grey side
Sons, fathers, husbands
Finding respite in the sedulous arms
Of intinerant lovers
Milking their wallets with sugarcane charms
Not that significant fact
That stalled my hunger many days
Is my longing now
But the friendhsips we share then
Bees swinging sibilant songs to tease
The honeyed flow from orange blossoms: hookers of the breeze
We fragment of a frantic civilization
Marginalized by the necessity
That sent us pirating sea shells
Selling purple throated conchs for breeze
Of charity satiated with alcohol and disease
And trees for white flesh of almond nuts
And a safe place to sleep
Above the coral theatre our clouds
Meandering like eyes over the city's
Barren breast in delicious idleness
I long for friends again like those
That made time's calcite hands beautiful
As a stalagmite
In our oppressor's concrete heart ...
My best imagination then
Was our racing kites tugging at clouds
For white puffs of affection.
Diamond Mountain Cave
(Phu Pha Phet Cave)
The largest cave here in Thailand
Has an eighteen acres in total size
It is not that easy for us to find
But if we’ll get in there, it’s a big surprise!
We need to explore first the side of the mountain
Be patient and careful to climb its lofty and rugged stair
A shade half our way offers rest and we’ll not feel in vain
Quite tedious, but an exquisite view awaits us up there
The Diamond Mountain Cave has seven floors
Most of the time, only two floors are offered for all
Twenty rooms are more than enough for two to three hours tour
After stooping down to get in through the very small entrance of the hall
Public exploration is facilitated by its long wooden walkways
As we tour in every chamber ,we’ll be impressed
With our lens, we can’t resist to capture in every way
The formations of stalagmites and stalactites that amaze
To name the most captivating formation inside the cave
Is the stalagmite in a very huge dinosaur-like egg in shape
Standing prominently at the main hall, it’s my fave
Coated with glittering diamond bits, I wish I can touch or scrape
A form which isn’t funny but also with its wondrous beauty
Is a man’s sword-like stone, no malice to catch our attention
There are a lot more making us feel like dreamy
Such as the amazing mushrooms and big jade stone
It’s so fun to walk around on walkways going up and down,
As we feel the cold wind coming in somewhere
Ventilating and protecting us from sweat so as not to frown
Then we’ll come out with big smiles and great experience to share.
April 15, 2013
*man’s sword : the term I use for man’s sexual organ
--I was there.
Mountain crest frosted in cold snowy white
Sparkling with countless facets of pyrite
basking in the golden glow of sunlight
With feathered wings, to the top I'd take flight
Summit's beauty is enhanced at twilight
Shadows frame the majesty of its height
As the sun bows low, my eyes glimpse the sight
of sheep scaling the mountain for the night
Rising from the ground, like a stalagmite,
stands this monolith mountain of graphite.
Infused with the radiance of starlight,
I pen the visions that bring me delight.
^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^
August 25th, 2016
we have lost the meteoric
icy-blue, sky-fire
above the heated planetary core
of a thousand covered suns
in the center of oblivion
where confluence
carries hope
in warm symbiont souls
and lambs
wear ragged fleece -
iconoclastic mediocrity
reflective fables
of future past history
unlocked - foretold
the shamanistic path
of return
through stalagmite tunnels
would lead our spirits home
as tribal songs retreat
oppression
ever-present present past,
shaman seer
resurrected spirit healers
weeping, weeping,
weeping,
for the buffalo
bitter flood of salty tears
blood of man
soaks the trail with broken souls
man and beast, stink and sweat,
co-mingled
bathe in single sacred tear
underneath a future vision
four white devil idol faces
spirit sacrilege
breathing devil breath
upon the sacred hills of black and gold
the ancients from the sky
watch and weep
and still dust stirs
forty thousand spirit feet
walking, winding, wending,
in a never ending line
worn and torn, shoeless feet,
blistered toes to blistered souls
trail of fear,
women wailing, pain prevailing,
psychic suicides and tribal death
takes one final breath `
CAVES AND CAVERNS Acrostic
Caves since ancient days provide
A safe den for animals to find,
Violent or timid being of any kind
Even haven for primitive humankind.
Shelter by Nature primarily defined
Aesthetic art in drawing-painting engraved
Naïve human carved scripts on walls of cave,
Designed illustration of prehistoric era saved.
Cavern the deep extension of cave dug by Nature,
Accommodating, protecting hidden treasure to nurture.
Varied colored hanging icicle stalactite with tips pointed,
Erect upward grown stalagmite tips rounded.
Running water yields wax-like stones, crystalline pool spar to explore.
Normal mineral deposits of water drips in walls, ceiling or floor
Spectacular wonderful exhibit of Nature to enjoy and adore.
08/05/16
Edited on 04/10/20
Third Place
'STRAND PICK 7' Contest by Brian Strand
on stalactite tip
droplet to let drop; or not
a stalagmite stalls
Note: A stalaCtite grows from the Ceiling
A stalaGmite grows from the Ground
They say that I write dark things
That I do not laugh again
That my words are like crows wings
And metaphors Noah's rain
They say my meanings blot the sun
There is no dance on the page
And so they believe that having fun
Means ignorance must be on stage.
These are days dark, my blind dear
The world has changed is changing still
What was dew is now the tear
Of forests dead before they are killed
Of seas stagnant and melting poles
While we breathe poison in the air
Seasons and genders switched in roles
Merely trip the meter of fear.
My page is my canvas I write
What see, the sun shredding earth
To dust, and crumbled stalagmite
Our bones, blown in a dusty spurt
And from the cathedral singing
Comes, a papal caravan of dreams
You are at the start, I at the ending
Of time's delicious little schemes
Tall
I stand
like a mountain
or stalagmite growing
out of the earth,I can be soft
or coarse,tasteless or salty;rough
but smooth surfaces;school children
play on me and with me;I`m amiable.Trend
upon by beach lovers and rest upon by picnickers,
Sandwiched between cement and gravel,I contribute
to raising of skyscrapers ; married to steel I form pillars,
Also known as Silica or quartz glass loved by scientists,as I act
as shock and heat absorbers and in controlling frequency of trans-
mitters;Linguists can`t do without me..and..&..&..soldiers of war.&..
I share name with birds,humans..&..hurricane; Being blown by strong
winds in arid lands,I cause cornea,iris &respiratory problems,which make
dwellers wear shoes with rubber soles and goggles made from Me-optical
lenses.I`m dynamic,lovely and gracious;I am SAND!You need me in your life.
OLUSEGUN AROWOLO ;DATE:9-18-2013
CONTEST:"Build Your Own Sand! " sponsored by Nette Onclaud.
Germ of essence.
Human blob.
Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched.
Interlocking family of a kingdom.
Beget or begone? Antigone!
Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plenty.
Enlightened species on
a zodiac sign.
Propagating genus wild and free yet stillborn.
Wet nurse in a pregnant phase but still a child at hearth or so it seems.
Meadow grazing Macropod fazes antipodean observer all the while.
New arrival signage whose laboured footprint chills on every impact.
Courier from catacombs, fateful torch aloft, flambeau at a glance where toddlers cheer, sonnet form heraldry ablaze with kindling verse.
Human destination thread that spins a hopeful tale.
Cave of legends halting site persevered by household zeal.
Stalagmite, stalactite, granite grey day gulag’s natal spasm.
Troglodyte who once did tramp upon a uterine tunnel trading in survival for relief.
Embryonic creeper stuck on dry wall canvas.
Border crossing cradle cordons off a check point, never mind the cost or inconvenience.
Acorn random toss, mighty oak seed trap between a leaf and fallen log.
Flower pollen stigma,
never seen as shameful to the fertile mind.
Tree of life penumbra casts a limelight shade.
Concepts pulse the mind like nascent parabolic kites that stymie outcome.
Genesis of brainwave.....
nurtured by insightful minds and marble carver tomes.
Olympic status offspring, budding Einstein player on the ball.
Thought, the inner urchin magnet probing deep inside magenta labyrinths.
Wheel of fortune‘s mumsy shadow
ova.
Masterful philosophy storing foetal logic on some growth cell’s wellspring fountain.
Infant augur embers fan their winter flame regardless.
Birthright , birthstone,
birth pang, the reproductive organs of infinity whose algebraic series has no final chapter scheduled.
Never have I felt the sun shine
Or heard blowing wind speak
Within this cavern I align
Frozen in stalactite confine
I dream drips of dew drops unique
Formed by the sun I seek
One of the countless stalagmite
Protect the cavern floor
Facing our northern brothers height
Waiting here unmoving, my plight
Made of their drops, solid to core
Yet I want to be more
Not to be still rock formation
Dependent of their scrap
To grow on in bright elation
Not in this darkest damnation
Not to feel like nature's mishap
To feel caught in a trap
I could be flora lush and green
Pure dew on fragile leaves
Only my wildest roots unseen
Branches with elements convene
Reaching for solar rays achieves
Reprieves by shadow thieves
I’ll wait for giving’s from above
Fall to our rounded tops
Our centuries of growth thereof
To petrify, not push or shove
Wishing this muddy water swaps
With fresh gleaming dew drops
I, the stalagmite
You’re the stalactite, and I
Waiting you to fall
Cavernous
I do not believe !, nor do I want to believe
that the delineations you pain upon the canvass’
of our, oh so brief time upon this plane together
represents the true you, the real you, the spiritual soul of you.
I wanted, so much for you to stand by me,
so much for you – upon this earth – to stand with me,
to walk with me upon the raging waters of this sea,
this life of ours, to be with me in calming these waters
these storms, storms drowning emotions, feelings, desires,
sending them into the depths, into Davie Jones’s locker.
Down, down, down to the bottom – of our hearts, our souls.
Me - my spirit has slipped into the mouth of this great Cave,
the caves within – deep, dark, dangerous, opened mouth –
where a Carcharondon Carchanis, an Orcinus Orca, awaits,
it’s stalactites downward force, piercing the upper regions
of my heart, causing great geysers of blood to fly,
it’s stalagmite stilettos, thrusting upwards
into the lower, nether regions of my bleeding heart,
piercing every fiber, every beat that vibrates to the songs
that love’s composers lay at the feet of us hopeless romantics,
songs that have become deafeningly silent to these old ears and the light of their sounds, penetrates not these old eyes
as life’s blood, drips in vain, like tear drops through a vein’s
aneurism – the wounds inflicted by these predators,
wounds ripped into the living flesh of a stilled, beating heart
as it tries to navigate a coarse between Black Shadows,
between the teeth ( stalagmites, stalactites ) of this Cavern,
I have chosen to explore – once more - for Life’s, sake.
The deeper I travelled into the interior of this Cave,
The more I realized, my feeling became even more grave.
The question became, how do I avoid the sting, the bite, stave off the inevitable, – never to love / be loved – to the grave
with all I shared, all I desired, all that I gave !
From the mists of uncertainty, from the fogs of doubts
come numerous ( hundreds ?, ) pages of enlightenment
( for the blind and the blinded ) that project, that question,
that are, even, living statements.
B. J. “A” 2
January 30th 2009
Serendipity, pollywog, persnickety, lemon, hog and peach
For these words I like to use I will give you six cents each.
Onward and upward, supercalifragelisticalidocious I like too.
Feldspar, polka dot, sapphire, nonsensical, jubilation to name a few.
Writing poetry gives me the opportunity to play other special words.
And others I like- like candelabra, stalagmite, stalactite and blackbirds.
Many times, I wake up at three a.m. hearing lines of a poem in my head.
I wonder if this will continue after I am supposed to be dead,