Best Swamping Poems
Another wave of voter vexation
is swamping the shutdown nation
To the left,
the windpipes are hissing
To the right,
the windbags are dissing
And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up deaf adder listening
Their thumbs down
is the ballot death blow sign:
Telling the weathervane citizens,
the rainy day
slush fund money is missing
The proletariat are up in arms,
so voter vexed ... they’re getting no paychecks
When the last mint cookie crumble,
the murmurers
are gonna misty-eye mumble
The viper sound bytes
are cobra kissing —
Blowing inherit-the-wind
lipstick jinn wishes
Getaway stage right poll exit
says last count call:
the vault money is missing
The proletariat are up in arms,
so voter vexed ... they’re getting no paychecks
To the right,
the windpipes are bursting
To the left,
the windbags are cursing
And all of the kitchen cabinet aprons
got their middle fingers
pointing up to the empty cookie jar
As the latest patriotic wave of voter vexation
is giving wet back hex to a grumbling nation
And the whether vain citizens don’t know which way to turn
Sam is a novice gardener who stamps on all ants
He doesn't like them near or crawling on his plants
Their Queen was angry and wanted revenge
For the ones that had fallen she wanted to avenge.
They planned to get inside and under Sam's clothes
Cover his whole body from his head to his toes
The queen gave her order for her ants to attack
Every inch of his body, every orifice and crack.
There were flying ant squadrons in groups of twelve
Soldiers in lines and a lone scout out by himself.
The others were preparing for a mass swamping
While Sam continued with his clomping and stomping.
They entered inside both trouser leg realms
These little feisty red insects, these hardcore rebels
From somewhere inside it was smelly and breezy
And their night vision eyes made navigation more easy.
Sam's legs were hairy and wiry, like a hot tangled jungle
With volcano like spots and some weird looking fungal.
They battled there way through, this united strong army
While Sam was going mad and looked rather barmy.
They bit, they chewed, they spat and tickled
Sam smacking himself as he wriggled and wiggled
At all times they were all on high red alert.
To avoid being splattered by this mad dancing berk.
These tiny ninja assassins crawled under his shirt
His four limbs wildly failing; he went completely berserk
Flying ants swooping and diving to created a distraction
Sam's reaction to their actions gave them great satisfaction.
He jumped, he hopped, he twice did the splits
They bit here and there, including his small naughty bits
His limbs in and out; the ants hokey pokey
Limbs moving so fast they felt hot and smelt smokey.
Sam screamed "I am sorry please leave me alone
My garden is yours and every ants home
I didn't know aphids left you a sugary sweet treat"
I surrender, I give up, I admit my defeat."
Harmony and peace, balance restored
Nothing is mightier than a little ants sword
Sam's body now healed, no more ants in his pants
But beware if you ever harm a red or black ant.
04.06.24
Family Reunion
There is going to be a family reunion
Unlike the family of mankind has ever seen before
In a thousand million life cycles
Earth people will shout for joy
At the site of their brothers and sisters
Who have been long separated from them
Who have traveled and transverse
The entire expanse of the universe
For this planned together
Unlike previous and alleged sitings
This time is for keeps
Like a family picnic eating fried chicken and Aunt Ethel’s potato salad
Swamping stories and sharing pictures
And yes for you tech heads
A sharing of earth scattering technologies
An advanced team has been living here
In your space and on your own terms
But have laid low and kept quiet
When they that have been foretold
And prophesied by all human cultures
Return like the Blue Kachina
They will come in peace
They will come to share their ability to make love and not war
They will come to re unite and re union as one
With you
And you will re member
That we are a family
There is going to be a family reunion
Unlike the family of mankind has ever seen before
The Female Migrant
A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten
Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life
into her and he was no longer alone.
Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and
a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out
drinking beer with his fellow officers.
A perfect little refugee she was so undemanding
and silent not for her to turn her back complaining
of a headache and other female ailments.
After wild night they had done it five times, she had
she had shrunk a morning there was a tear somewhere
in her vulva, that could not be repaired or glued.
With manly logic, he blamed the refugees swamping his
country living off the fat of the land doing nothing and
thus, a love story ended on the scrap heap of humanity.
Earth's tidal river day
on universal salvation display
This indigenously wise place
New England conventional space
ebbs without yesterday
flows within today
Building forest skills
industriously clear-cutting slack
of co-infested character
Puritan souls
submerging and swelling
wild native nakedness enslaved
Merged with dark
thick-skinning
self-immolating
magic aboriginal music roots
satiating muse suffered bliss
Yankee hard hearts
confederating comfort's freedoms
idolizing golden age
peaceful privileged ideation
Integrity
accessible to each secular body's intricacy
and all mind full
empty sacred elegance
Empowering fertile core soul passion
swollen fecund pastures
swamping pleasant birdsong light
EarthTribe's salvific natural spirits
of surf-songed sight.
Calculations of grief take stock in the supermarket pavement
midnight streets first impression to the concrete placement
black recycled oil stains painting with wires tired and lazy
contained by the curves a labyrinth never ceasing to amaze me
lights like traffic dividing and conquering political geometry
Swamping gutters that clutter to find thicker narrow cholesterol flow
her chambers revolving inconsistent choking the pollution control
grinding and teething on the construction houses like shallow holes
where the ghost engage in masquerades of timeless music searching for a soul
I once was a member of the census proudly standing above the cellars below
now I cringe hidden in the chimneys industrial disaster of the acid bath
Our hearts no longer echo off the gravity now rusted by the aftermath
tomorrow I know how sad ill look back at the present auctioned to the past
I could of done better had I convinced my heart sooner than last
But like lovers who waited too long in the snow I over endulged arrogantly masked
Defeated and broken by the machines of the cold driven under by the murderous frost
In a dead city buried alive haunting progress unforgiven like always and completely lost
Looking into my imaginations and soothe yourself
Because tomorrow I shall be ragging, storming, clashing, swamping and soaring
Pacifying nature’s commotion
Today, I am weak, pale, dry, and soak with emptiness and man’s abuse of my serenity
If you think my existence is an illusion, I dare you to gaze into my awakening
I shall sweep a whole village in my rage just like I did as it is called tsunami
Sometime my calmness is taking for a fool, but I can full a nation in a split of a second
Sometimes my complexity is mock
But I shall remain to my true self….
Who am I you ask
I
Am
Awoh
My soul at dawn awake
A magic light into my heart breaks
Solitary whispers shivering in awe
Towards the Infinite my whole upraised
Allah is the greatest.
A frisson of wonderment swamping to the core
Powerless and unknowledgeable
A humble human soul
In Your glorious presence
Bare is my essence
Supplicating for a divine guidance
Confessing my sins
Beseeching forgiveness.
On a draining inner journey
Struggling with drifts
Allah, The Al-Mighty
Your grace and mercy I implore
Helpless, gasping for assistance.
Reverent murmuring words bending down
Divine favour through me rippling.
On my knees, submissive to God’s ordainment
Allah,
Grant me, pardon me, protect me, strengthen me.
Grateful to You God
Never cease be
Thankful for the Love, Beauty, Grace
For Peace and Faith
Grateful for all the blessings
Never cease be .
To Your divine power I bow low
On the ground myself I prostrate
Worshipful tears bursting into invocations.
My heart I raise
My God I praise
My prayers You hear
My fears You attenuate
From wrongdoing You make me free
Fountains of grace cleanse all evil out of me.
Allah is the greatest
My prayers never cease be.
June 7th, 2018
THE DELUGE
Placid waters sans piquant ripples
Freaked out with furious,forceful jerks
Reeking of rare reckless rumbling rage
Bloated brook burst beyond banks, berserk
Downhill town duped ,drenched, drowned and devoured
by conniving crushing conqueror
Merciless river lost all morals
Swamping streets like a shameless sinner
Roared and rushed the ravaging runnel
Its long hideous hands hushed all lips
Millions of lives maimed marauded
Annihilate, said apocalypse.
Date Nov29 2016( earlier submission)
9 syllables per line
Contest Riverline New guidelines
Now submitted for Brian Strands any form any theme max 25 lines
NEW LAIR
Lestat walked down the street muttering to himself,
eying the tide mark faintly etched on the brickwork
of his once glorious house.
Damn! Katrina really did her job well swamping
my food source. No more food, no more jazz
on the airwaves, no more sultry summer evenings
on the French style streets. Is it worth re-building it again?
Do I leave my water-drenched lair for the more common
uncultured metropolis of New York?
To Hell with it! I need to feed, a victim
I must get more blood in my veins.
Here I go, up into the sky, preternatural powers taking over.
Soon, now, blood will be mine.
When rent in sorrows I try to find
Another plane on which to set my mind
To distract it from the downward vibe
And thereby avoid the swamping tide
The swamping tide has no remorse
It will hold you if you cross it's course
The suction of it's slimy waves
Has taken many a mind to grave
Grave and dark in their dual pact
Overpowering those that lacked
The energy to pull out of such mire
Their very souls tortured by fire
Fire and brimstone smoking out
Any who's minds are struck by doubt
Keep such at bay by a forward plan
The saving grace for many a man
For many a man will take some time
To watch for dangers down the line
Place a safety net close to hand
And by such means all panic's banned
All panic banned, the moments pass
Relax and take the pre-planned path
A clear head can most risks avert
As the wartime posters said 'Be alert'
©Rhumour
June 23rd 2009
In our
faces.
Constantly,
in our
faces.
Glowing
screens.
Pumping,
pumping out
information
constant
Information.
Inundating,
swamping
the mind.
Washing over,
coursing through.
Minds smoothing,
ideas blending.
Minds altered,
losing
individuality.
Cloud.
All spinning
up,
up
into the
cloud.
Different,
what returns
different
not the same
not individual.
Old minds
filled with
yesterday
fading away.
Old ways dying,
dying
with the old.
Soon,
transformation
will be
complete!
I CANNOT FORGET
Forgetting is hard to do
When my mind constantly searches
Its recesses for images of you
I want to forget
But never will
I need to forget
But won’t willingly
I must forget
But that is unlikely
My sanity ever so fragile
Hinges on you being a fading memory
A path once travelled
But now too arduous to bear
Swamping my psyche
And filling me with despair
My wounds are deep and sore
And will never heal
What we had failed
It was not meant to be
We both must release ourselves
From this gnawing misery
I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his trans-pangenderal sex.
And I would also like to say
that it is my impression
That wars
and bombs
and other ballistic
bad depressions
are far more likely
as our fast paced race
toward mass extinctions
are killing Earth's
healthiest climate pace.
And I would further
not like to say
that it is my impression
While predative parasites inhabit
and colonize our landmass
we're also trash dumping
our oceans
swamping our warnings wasted
polluting our breath
about rabid tendencies
to eat our own young
with sick competitions
in militaristic fun.
And I would just like to say
that it is my sad impression
Apartheid is shunning
and rabidity is plumbing
as life losing EarthTribes
continue succumbing
to Mutually Assured
RightWing Destruction,
MAD rabid bullies blaming
and judging
and shaming
while throwing away care
for all those Others
not part of We,
most supremely
straight white patriarchal
Me.
I would just like to say
that it is my mad impression
Grown in a sacrileged perspiring image
of JehovahGodYahweh's
avenging AllahWe
maybe shouldn't die off
quite so quietly
when Earth's Great Rapture
smells like ecocide
rabid unraveling decidedly
What Gaia would just like to say
health is Her wealthiest impression
That wars
and bombs
and rabidity
are humanity's
own RightBrain repressing
LeftBrain dominant depressing
historically hysterical
degenerative stupidity
Lack of whole-sum
bi-spectacled fluidity
I would justly love to say
and sing
and dance
for less degenerative
climatic morbidity.
Clouds Hanging Over Me
dark clouds, ominous
feelings of dread swamping
me with foreboding
unable to get my breath
anxiety leading to yet another
panic attack to
disarm me
detach me from myself
alone and afraid I am
losing my mind
certain it has happened in
the past
confident no one notices
that there are clouds of
madness hanging over me