Best Torrent Poems
Money flows in and out like a torrent
Which I find unnerving and very abhorrent
The Golden Years Ha!
Peace and joy ever aft
That's a giggle, my bank account is dormant
© Jack Ellison 2016
Cookie cutter words so
carefully cut and pasted
on me are simply wasted.
Their relevance defunct
so silent deaf and mute
someone else’s route.
This romances brevity
couldn’t even warrant
a freshly cut torrent.
Thoughts on you only
today are freshly writ
not from another’s skit.
Your cycle oft repeated
new color same game
please shame and blame.
Faded far from view
a barren desolate land
this love’s final stand.
Pain is public domain
burn your copyright
cliché it into firelight.
Blank page tattered torn
crumpled piss-stained
empty promises drained.
Program pre-recorded
tired hackneyed phrases
sung too long the praises.
“the lady doth protest
too much” said Hamlet
then she knew her fear
just ask Shakespeare.
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Ever flowing
Over-bowling
Borne along,
Again,
By class-five rapids,
A cataract thro’ jagged crags
There is danger here
Out of (my) control
Guided by Peace
Protected by Joy
Himself
The mighty rush of God’s
Poured-out, turbulent love
Fiercely flipping his tiller tail
The king’s snout turns to point the way
To lead kin from a briny bay
Up a rustic roiling river
Of flowing falls, rough rocks, and banks
Lined with greeting eagles and bears
Set to embrace with beaks and jaws.
Traveling on a fasting diet
The royal salmon swims upstream
Seeking passage between the hills
To reach rippling crystalline rills
And fill an ancient deep-sea dream
To find its childhood gravel bed
On which at last to rest his head.
A small torrent of moonlight breaches the space between
The window and curtain, giving light to nothing less
Than herself who lives viciously. She's scared,
Not by any spirits, but by demons, an incubus.
Forced to never sleep in fear of dreams, and
Never not tire, as an exhaustion falls over you.
Always falling over, like the splash of rain you've been wanting
If my soul had a lip and could kiss,
Then all form of bliss and woe would sprout into,
Your very being like a vibrant tree,
Simply by the kiss and brush of my torrent soul.
Halcyon harp, dry the cloud's tears on Earth.
Don't let its torrent break your strumming strings.
Let your hymn preserve my frail ailerons.
Notice how much a prayer's whimper brings.
Hallelujah is mute from the downpour.
My instrument has become a firearm.
Shall I sing his sanctity through this storm?
Still, my Lord, for you - I'll salvage this psalm.
~
Date: 6/23/18
Contest: Angels In The Rain
Sponsor: Vermillion Scythe
Multiple sources
combine forces to create
a mighty current.
Quiet babbling brooks become
a cacophonic thunder.
Arcing in sunlight,
a stone lands with a kerplunk,
sends water skyward.
Swept downstream, it vanishes,
no evidence of impact.
Countless words flood forth:
mirth, anguish, anger, joy, awe.
Cast into the soup,
briefly visible to all,
swept downstream into the void.
Rain
Falling
Heavy Now
The Sun Shines Through
Drops
Flood
Water
Rising High
It Continues
Rise
Sun
Still There
Torrent Stops
Sun Rays Reflect
Shine
Light
Beauty
Crystal Clear
She Warms The Tide
Pure
Calm
Silent
Warm and Still
Now Beautiful
Flood
The ancient mariner surviving within me
set sail with dreams on the alluring sea,
in search of your yearning secluded shore,
I longed for, but was never there before.
As descending dusk spread a dark shroud,
in the falling sky swelled up indigo cloud.
From the horizon surged the tempest free,
flinging me in the wreckage of fatal debris.
With consumed courage I tried to be afloat
on the biting brine permeating me such a lot.
My hope to reach you I felt in the sea gone,
as I drifted dazed to an alien shore at dawn.
My broken heart bled at the deepest of sore,
open wound of despair was flooded in the core
by the torrent of tear my eyes got from the sea,
and from the clutch of sharp pain I couldn’t flee.
February 25, 2021
Contest : Salt
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Money flows in and out like a torrent
Which I find unnerving and very abhorrent
The Golden Years Ha!
Peace and joy ever aft
That's a giggle, my bank account is dormant
Hail, O Storm Bringer
Your lightning cracks up the sky
As you roll onward
Your thunder pounds Earth
Trumpeting your arrival
Storm Charioteer
You ride the cold wind
Dark grey clouds your chariot
Winged horses flying
Torrents of cold rain
To soak a dry, thirsty world
Falling from your eyes
Strong cold winds blasting
With every breath you exhale
Bowing tree and man
You bring snow and hail
To a world frozen in fear
Frost covered icescape
Under a full moon
You make the oceans to rage
Towering, cold waves
You cause the earthquakes
The volcanos to erupt
Tornados to spin
Goddess Storm Bringer
Giver and taker of life
The bane of the earth
On mankind and earth
You have unsheathed your fury
A blade terrible
Nature prays to you
Mankind begs you show mercy
Paying you homage
What can withstand you?
All elements you command
All kingdoms you rule
You are Earth's Mother
The one who controls nature
We children fear you
Show mercy goddess
Old friend, bringer of chaos
Mighty Storm Bringer
A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore
The ghosts of fear are nesting
glaring clouds that are driven
A procession of baying donkeys
The ponds reflection loudly decries
as gulls shriek for attention
Nighttimes plumage banishes bluish
A torrent of rain flatters
the receiving river
painted by the sunshine
in the days of gold
TORRENT HEAT NEEDs RaIn- A Haiku
pelting summertime
a sun, sneers hot terrible
after the grasses
~
rain down summertime
a cool, wet breeze waters falls
onto the grasses
7/13/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©