Best Swell Poems
life swells to be then contracts to be more ~ signed swell to be
4/25/2021
Paradox of Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul
Hey Tom, you look well cared for and well fed,
Sure you longed to sleep in your own bed,
You must've had pain, hope they spoiled you,
More medication, preferred a whiskey or two,
Which nurse did you like best, which one a dread.
stream swells as it rains
ants float on curled leaf life boats
frogs jump in to bathe
Her power, unrestrained, sweet as honeysuckle rose
Doth grant me, but a glimpse, of what I rave to find
I fall in misty meadow where the Bluebells brightly grow
Hot kisses stirring in the wind, cool my fevered mind
While I in yonder wait, for my love to take me home
Doth grant whom access Lord, the soul for him it pines
At the foothills of my love, each heaven star a-glow
Saccharin kisses in the blow, no longer in confines
He picks me up and raises me to cordial place, desire
I know him, he knoweth me, by lips of swell and fire!
Written in collaboration with Mystic Rose
I wish to express my appreciation to Rose
For her ideas, talent--and inspiration
Mel *** :)
Tossing out food is clearly a waste of money honey
maybe even immoral, not to donate would be a shame
feed Gods creatures, somebody very nice
O' good idea, put your money where your mouth is, none to blame
Think farmers struggle with food loss long before it gets to us all
well we need to do a better job of redistributing food,
cooking well, so we save what we can't eat most,
by serving, ordering smaller portions is food for thought
Now water ends up back in our atmosphere,
doesn't mean it'll return to a place from whence it came
think about hungry folks around our hemisphere dear,
or our own critters about our house here, as they come
freshwater resources are diminishing fast
agriculture is already our world's biggest user of freshwater
Meat, requires more water in its production first,
animals devour so much feed that in turn has to be grown with water
O’ freshwater resources are diminishing fast,
just as demand for them a rises
for hungry, thirsty millions joining this global population so rapidly
My Dear ‘pray tell’ we need to rethink our habits, for our food is; Well, swell
Ay! “you also may be creating extra greenhouse gas emissions
by sending food to a landfill”
Watching waves, to and fro
tumble and rise, above the flow
blues and greens and similar shade
waves of trees as your background of the cascades
Majestic mountains compliment your immensity
Oregon beaches' natural proclivity
guided by the moon's lead to dance
crashing waves leaving me entranced
how I crave
the sound of the Oregon wave
Beware the distant storm, you tiny ripple
Ignore the tempest and fettered thought
Blame naked shells and open cockles
For only they to the sand this anger brought
Red tattered flags, fluttering warning signs
Aside a tower vacantly minding the shore
Trembling hand raises weakly above the tide
Ripped by fearful woes once more ignored
As rage and fury lash at Blackrock beach
Witness to awakened hearts in fearsome squall
What more than hope for our second wind to gust
For only on the line we do raze our wall
shatter the shell and raise the swell
the crispness and swiftness of a southeaster fell
battered blue lips craving summers breast
the raspberry round,the milk,the nest
an inner thigh by which to sigh
the ears for tongues in which to lie
beneath,between,we two are spun
the speedqueen and the coin
together
one.
The sunset sets with passion a palette
of solstice, fire, and goldenrod
glean my grief with brute force with a mallet.
Nub of anger and tears bind while thorns prod.
It looks to take possession of my heart,
sharp, jagged, stabbing, cutting off feeling
leaving me cold and callous set apart
from truth I'm so desperately reeling.
Despite efforts to change it won't withdraw
allowing me to breathe life and be whole.
I fleetingly forget the pleasing awe
as he used to skim and feast on my soul.
It has no ending; it won't let me go;
I am dragged off into its undertow.
1/1/2019
Behold the blue seaswell
That lifts itself
A glassy morning
Out of the sea's heaving breast:
The open ocean wave
That draws itself
Across the rock reef
Cresting toward the fine pitch
That exhilirates the very air
With a perfect mane of spray
-Big Sur
Chick was in swell shape
sending hoopla and woopla in mates
walking the planky swanky
she swung the hippy bad
showing the rosy vine tatoo
that sneaked serpentine
from her knee side to rind pine
roses blinking pluck me pluck me
see you cannot duck me duck me
her midis did a funky fad
her jugs shrugged
more than her shoulders could
and lips pouted oh! God
come hither will ya
eyes flashed like sea-shore search lights
and all could see her lights and sights
the eyes followed her fixed
she had them licked
a oomphy girly had never walked
the wooden plank with so much clank
and that had all the dogs
following behind in file and rank.
A worm soon comes the heavy swell
over a person who does well.
Volodymyr Knyr
2014
To speak in words the other longs to hear
To break the smile bank and long disclose
the thumping of the heart when drawing near
affection and the slip of guard it shows
We winter in the warmth of our embrace
We need few words for each of us just knows
that look upon the other's shining face
and so the revolution silent spins
while lines of worry skitter and erase
we find that happiness alone begins
While all the world grows still upon it's wheels
We tremble in a kiss to make amends-
The blush and swell of her...was ruthless testament
Riverswell
Muted mirror, liquid rich so deceiving.
A mirage of a peaceful flow.
How high and wide the banks recede,
To the mindless pushing swell.
Muted colours, cream greens so beguiling.
A mirage of another world.
How brown the greens seem now,
In the water of the portal's world.
Softer tones I see of you - blurred beauty.
Walking along the portal bank.
Pale colours flowing gracefully,
Love's light dancing on mirror's edge.
Muted window, blurred to a softer promise.
Timeless as the suns path.
Reflected in a faded glory,
No less beautiful with your shine-soft glow.
To stand in green and muted reflection.
Surrendering to time-slow trance.
The portals dream-enchantment,
Look for my brush stroke on the mirrors edge.