Best Tailings Poems

© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, by wagon, train or foot.
Days not all that long ago, in tall ships made of wood.

“A gold...

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Path of Pride

Life is filled with daily choices,
some are easy, others not.
Discernment used between the voices 
convict emotional endings sought.

Feelings fueled by poisoned passion,
traits we often try to hide.
Anger, bitterness, in-compassion,
worst of all, our stubborn pride.

A lethal weapon in its right,
strong as steel and double...

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The sculptor selects 
a mallet and a chisel, 
repositions the 
rock, creates the tailings to
pave the statue’s patron path....

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Buddgelin Bey – Translation of Rex Marshall’s « Buddgelin Bey » by T. Wignesan

(Rex Marshall, b. July 16, 1943 at Grafton, belongs to the aboriginal tribe, Thungutti/Gumbaingeri of the Baryulgil
Reserve in New South Wales. He studied up to 6th grade in primary schools and then...

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A Portuguese princess there on the stairs
Knee high and smiling of wish filled cares
A grin of a sprite and a handful of pickings
A thought to feelings and a feel to thinkings
Till pointed announcement, "For you and for you."
A secret left caught in her spirited dart...

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Pebbles those thick drops of hard rain;  earth hail skittering
At the front of your mind growing, sloshing marbled and felt in your teeth
Scratching ache and unbalanced weight rolling forward to escape

Mud mouth soil that packed downslope; viscous vicious 
Damming down rivers the chest, collected...

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My guru carries a set of brass knuckles
you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir
but instead I get ahah hoho and egad
I can't do anything right on my best day
and I have the branding iron scars to prove it
tattooed in diagonals like barricade...

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Come To Me As A Poem

The days of thunder in the cane fields 
gone...
lightning strikes on the flat, brown flesh of 
earth  rushing through the green breaks 
and out,
leaving the earth chattering.

Come to me as a mandrake searching 
wildly/
through the night air for its...

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Lying on the skin of the earth 
are children at play,
With one ear down, they listen 
to the heartbeat of the earth. 
Their eyes reflect a picture of the earth and sky. 
Sunbeams flow from out their face. 
There is a line that separates 
the...

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