Best Volcanos Poems
I can not help but wonder
When God created the earth
How did He think of all the things
It takes to make it work
I know God is God
And He knows all things
But the things I've been a witness to
How do they work I mean
The lava boils deep in the earth
Why does it need to leave
And when it does break through the crust
It becomes a volcano to us
It has destroyed all in its path
What of the hole it leaves behind
The cavity eventually caves in
And then the mountains do begin
Mean while the surface heals itself
The wind and rain step in
The soils that are blown and washed in
Help heal the scars again
What of the ash from the volcano
As it infiltrates the air
As it settles it brings death
Such as ASH FALL in Nebraska
Where the rhino's met their end
And what of the earth quakes
As the earth seems to shake in pain
The cracks that they leave behind
Form gullies and ravines
The oil, the gas, the silver, the gold
The floods, the tornados, the drouths, the cold
Fires caused by lightenings sting
Are all under Mother Natures wing
The animals before man's time
Lived and died as was designed
And still the earth went on and on
And healed it self from dusk to dawn
And now that man is here
It has to work harder
It is there to heal the wounds
That man seems to father
Then we have the food chain
Land and water both provide
And if man doesn't watch his step
Fathom waits outside
Now and then it does rebel
It gets the upper hand
Tornados, blizzards, hurricanes
Volcanos and desert sand
The scars the wars do leave
Mother Nature does her best
If only we'd learn to live in peace
She could take a rest
And all the stupid things man does
Like building homes along a high cliff
Then when Mother Nature does her thing
Bet you can guess who takes the blame
The heavens, the earth were made by God,
And for eons they did survive
Then God created man,
If they don't work side by side
Neither of them will abide
I guess I answered my own question
I just had to use my brain
Thank You God for all Your help
I hope it's not in vain
You can't imagine what its like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' promise to Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor, wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scriptures and stone with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissention, inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview, methodical punishment was our specialty,
We were War's royalty, we were Legio XV Apollonaris,
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo, the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other Legions led by General Titus, 60, 000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through Jewish guerilla ambush
asymetrical urban warfare welting our progress like a pirate pestilence
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver,
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacraficers, their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets " knee high " with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery, a torch was tossed, flames rose in rush
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box, our grief agape with a horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man aware of error in his plan,
the insurgents had men we called Fox Tails, desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number they would run into apartments,
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge, these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos, screams salting us with panic linger,
It was not uncommon to discover a missing Brother Legionary
castrated, and decapitated with a headedless eagle carved upon his chest,
don't speak to me about morals and mercy for I have seen and dealt the damage of rude death
hate becomes your Father, vengence your Mother, aggravated murder your cause
when everything you revere and fear merge to make a leviathen of life,
the " Chosen People " of God became the chosen target of annihilation,
Mount Moriah, mansion of Yahweh the Pariah would become capital of Divine crucifixion,
J.A.B.
This poem has been entered into the Roman Legion Contest
to honor Ancient Rome and the Poet who sponsored this historical subject.
Your chase!
Reminiscing on the oceans I had to dry up
and the volcanos I had to ice up
just to capture the epicenter of your heart
well protected by strong canines
of your carnivorous standards.
Hanging with the clouds of the highest heights
and combating with the dragons
of the Amazon Forest
was worth all the efforts.
Your Love!
shines in vitality
attracting even the goddess of sexuality
as it preserves the indwelling desires of two hearts.
We stayed isolated in the entire world
at midnight, siting on the mountain top
the moon directly above us
showcasing our shadows
melted together with no space in between.
The stars, singing hymns of love
while the trees danced to the romantic melody.
Just the two of us
and the entire universe
bridged by space full of your praise as I behold my Queen.
Whose beauty compresses the wealth of Europe
and gentleness makes
the Dove and the River team up in envy.
Your absence!
Life endeavours have fixed
putting us in an equilibrium of distance
as I perish in a state; psychiatry has no definition.
In the midst of Adult Buffalos
you leave an unprotected Cub.
You aren't gone, just far away
yet I feel like a member of a loser's club
as love has converted me to a scrub.
Thinking I'd be as worse as
a depression endemic atmophere
with loneliness and plutonic cold its major contents,
unfortunately, my heart is its suburb
completely eaten up and infected.
What can make me lay for days
in the bathub;
rejecting everything beautiful and lovely,
and the ointment of darkness I rub?
To all these my Love!
Your absence is the nub.
But I need to stay strong
as I await the purification of your presence once again.
You can't imagine what it's like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' physical promise to a Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor,
wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scripture and stone
with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissension
inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview,
methodical punishment was our specialty,
We were War's royalty,
we were Legio XV Apollonaris
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo,
the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other legions led by General Titus
60,000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through the Jewish guerilla ambush
asymmetrical urban warfare welting our progress
like a pirate pestilence,
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver,
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacrificers
their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets ankle high with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery
a torch was tossed,
flames rose in a rush,
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box,
our grief agape with horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent
with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man
aware of error in his ill plan,
the insurgents had men we called fox tails,
desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number
they would run into apartments
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge,
these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos
screams salting us with panic linger,
J.A.B.
I was not thirty yet, and it was fall.
My wife and I were touring in Japan
While on our summer break from teaching school.
Our luck, our parents lived to grow us tall,
And modeled health and art to groom wingspan,
Though there were times, kids thought it wasn’t cool.
Around the world two times by thirty-one
And this was all by choice; I chose each stop!
The temple gardens garbed in fall array.
Our luck, that we could serve and still have won
A splendid life that went on till we’d drop,
With even work so often turned to play!
Volcanos on the island’s southern tip
And Shogun castles float in Asian air,
Our Ryokans loved homes away from home.
My luck, that I gave Vietnam the slip,
For killing others is a sad affair,
But naught for me so sad as Church in Rome.
Somehow I learned to love a sword fight film,
Though as a warrior I would surely die.
My luck, the pen was stronger than the sword.
I forged computer skills to build my realm,
With walls of code built castles in the sky,
And over friends and foe alike I soared.
But in Kyoto lies my heartfelt fame,
A famous artist let me buy his work,
For what I had! (I would have sold my breath!)
He spent three days just showing us surname. (1)
My luck, I was mature, not childish jerk,
His painting hangs above my bed till death.
But crowning grace just seemed to come from gods,
Two fortunes gained from Buddhist temple’s prayer!
My luck, a monk agreed to read them too,
With mine in hand, “Ten thousand to one odds!”
“In all my life, I’ve not seen one! It’s rare!”
‘Among the lucky, chosen one is you!’
Brian Johnston
April 14, 2017
Poet’s Notes:
(1) For several days he drove us to his family temples, his favorite temples, to beautiful garden parks both inside and outside of Kyoto. We also shared several meals. When we had to go finally, I felt like I was leaving family
Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.
Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the hum of bees and tiny species
who materialize when you draw a handful
of sand to your eyes, viewing them as equals.
This is the playground of coyotes and jackrabbits,
sure to practice social distancing, at least the jacks!
Where desert rats dig shelters far beneath the earth,
safe and cool--and even squirrels abide.
It is shared by rattlesnakes seeking shade under tall
mesquites, causing travelers to choose where their
next step goes. In the near distance are the
mountains, given birth by volcanos in centuries past.
In early evening, the mountains don cloaks of violet
as the glorious sunset turns desert plants ablaze in
reds and golds--nature's gift to us. Turning indigo,
the mountains stand like sentries in the night.
Soon, thunder clouds gather and rain begins its journey
to the thirsty mouths of plants and soil. Animals scurry for
shelter, to appear when midget lakes take form and they can
bathe and frolic. The scent of desert rain is a rare perfume.
The desert isn't meant for those who need forests and lakes,
or city dwellers lost among tall buildings, basking in its noise.
No, they would not survive the loneliness, where one's thoughts
are steadfast companions, and music the songs of coyotes.
Early morning, when enjoying the walk, I sometimes surprise a
fox, or find a nest of hummingbirds, so tiny, mouths open waiting
for breakfast. I see nature in its truest light, unfiltered by the
haze of progress. How lucky I am to call the desert my friend.
NATURE THEME
April 15, 2022
for Form N - Narrative New Poetry Contest
by Constance La France
A Second
On this pale blue dot in which all man lives,
Take a moment to think what all this means,
The animals, plant life and all that gives,
Pleasures taken from all the sublime scenes.
But from outer space, it looks like a dot,
A world full of wonders and miracles,
Evolution working in every spot,
Like with the lunar nodes that push and pull.
A fascinating place to say the least,
From volcanos to tsunamis and more,
But the sun will always rise in the east,
With every ocean, you will find its shore.
Could one explain this world to another?
To us, we simply call her our mother.
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(Ten syllables per line)
22~11~16
I swim deep within the sea,
I swim with dolphins
And it sets me free,
Another world opening up to me,
Amazing colours dazzling me,
From the various and different species,
I see the coral reef and sea anemones
I feel the solitude but I am not alone,
I see a great whale passing me,
There are so many incredible things,
From small crustaceans live by vents of volcanos
That should be crushed by the pressure I believe,
They have no sight for there is no light,
They are an incredible feat of the sea
Surviving in an environment that would kill you and me,
Compare them to a great and gentle whale
So very huge it takes your breathe away,
It shows how the sea can accommodate
Many more things that creation made,
It is a home to everything
This different world, this seeming fantasy
But everything in and about it is real
And to me has the most beautiful appeal.
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blemished sky erupts
a waterfall... a river
the cormorant dived
the mile high eagle
hunting... not gone unnoticed
meercats wary
heavy rain... torrents
one litre... one kilo...
man will make you pay
wildflower meadow
trampled... flattened by children
educate them now
take my hand... nature
I will guide you through the wilds
walking weekends
within nature
what piques you most
true love or instinct
i love you and how
often we've sat together
talking with our eyes
i love you and how
I'm seduced... my legs buckle
the land of Utopia waits
our hearts beat as one
seeking true loves rapture
propagation
star dusted...
supernovas... sunshine done...
planet earth... roasted
volcanos erupt
yellowstone reservation
mass extinction
swallows winging
how many miles... salvation
tagged... we now know
near mid spring... joking
winter will not let go
will summer make it
where are the insects
winters ate them... everyone
wildlife won't survive
a fact of life... food
whatever species you are
Mars... all life extinct
fly me to the moon
hey... do not be too hasty
we need planet 'B'
the oceans burning
sun rising from its depths
tanker's flaming oil
happy Easter
a moment of respite
no... sorry... bad joke
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When Soda Pops
Under pressure from thermonuclear devices
Or at CERN when the hadron collider gave birth to a baby black hole
We come to find it could get worse
Soda pops are there so I don’t care
That’s all that matters on the matter
Genome of the disease-transmitting tsetse fly are mapped right now
More asteroids are headed our way…..someday….
But it’s ok
Soda pops are also on their way.
Planets form without our knowledge….or permission I might add
In the news; Chernobyl birds exposure to radiation, adapt to ionization,
their (pheomelanin, a pigment in feathers), have some problems today they say
But the birdies are doing just fine
And that’s just great
I’ll have a pop to celebrate
On April 25th. this year a 'brown dwarf' star was found
At 7.2 light-years away
We must be neighbors
Let’s have a soda anyway
Volcanos are always on the move
Be thankful they can’t fly or drive
If I drink more coffee, I’ll read more news
They’ll tell about some cancer blues
So I’ll sit right here and drink more soda for my thirst
And conjure up more verse…..I mean, it could be worse
Than soda pops
On my trip across the land
I could only marvel at the gifts from God's hand,
He entrusted them to man
This once perfect virgin land.
What I saw made me cry
For Perfection was no longer nigh
The rolling hills of lush green land
Had now been turned into blow sand
And why did man abuse this gift
Because of greed, you get my drift
And just why did man have this need?
Because of Satan and his seed.
One day man will have to pay
As hunger takes the lives away
And God stands at the Gate
To welcome those who lost to fate.
Only when man returns to God
Will this begin to heal the sod
When Satan's day on earth is through
Will the world begin anew?
When will man begin to see
The world as it is today
Can naturally return
To what it was like yesterday
The ice age became a desert scene
and eventually again it did turn green
Man was not then in nature's plan
Only the Master's Hand
The Knowing who study history
And blame man for the O zone threat
Forget that eons ago
There were no men to cause this yet
This piece of land was connected to that
And only split off after a spat
Now I hear the world was never flooded
Only the place where Noah resided
Who can they blame then?
The Dinosaurs for smoking coal
Or the volcanos that blew their smoke
Or the camels and Rhinos in former ice fields?
No, this is no joke
The earth is the earth as in eons past
It decays and rebuilds
As set down by His Will.
On a particular subject let's cut the pallava.
When volcanos erupt you must expect lava.
Don't stand in its way Nature's laws to defy
unless, of course, it's your intention to die.
Let me add without seeming too cynical
Avoid taking a leap from a mighty high pinnacle
in the vain hope of nature's protection
by making of you a total exception.
I avoid like the plague all striving in politics;
Republicans, Democrats and similar fiddlesticks.
No orders I will take from Senate or President.
By now this fact to all should be evident.
If you yourselves courted the horrors that came,
I regret to inform that 'm not to blame.
When threat, doubt or danger treacherously
loomed over me, I felt the despicable
untruthfulness of most friends
whose mouths were volcanos
erupting, destroying what I had built:
that stronghold of trust towering
over them when their trustworthiness
would have gladden me. ..
not being torn apart by their
misdeeds and pretenses.
I listened to mom when the tide rose,
when the turbulent waves battered
the defenseless rocks on any winter's night,
" My dearest boy, watch out for the slithering
serpent who makes no noises, but attacks viciously
in an instant." Then her words made no sense,
their meaning wasn't caught; today, listening
to their echo, I am against the foe in a tempest!
And I relentlessly fight to free myself from
the rage it creates while faces of mockery appear,
their laughter loudly resonates; I cover my ears
under the heavy sheets to block out their sound,
" You still listen to mom, grow up and come with us,
live life! Be a man like us, doing whatever delights us...
there's no limit in what we can do. Who's going to be
to be there for you when she's no longer around?
Not one of them is alive today, they pursued
their false dreams and pleasures, lived life
their way and abused alcohol and drugs never
singing an anthem; their wives deserted them,
their kids never loved them in those tender ways.
I have overcome every struggle and every conflict,
fought every battle by being much stronger than them!
The portrait of mom on the opposite wall
looks straight at me as her happy voice
returns to speak, " Take my memory with you
to brighten your day, you will live long for having
been obedient to me and having loved me;
my nurturing spirit will guide you through
many storms approaching, I will allay each fear. "
Koreas land is black with oil, there is a spill,
Austrailias set on backwards frount twords the old mill.
Volcanos are exploding in South Americas lawns,
Theres ash every where all the way to Tusan.
Our Equator is in a pile just off our coast,
The Poles are infected and now begin to toast.
Cleaning up isn't going to be easy, do you remember the old bull whip?
Add it to a miracle and we'll get it with a zip.
The middle East is puckered in the mist,
The steam of the Nile and our old Mississip.
Niagra is seperate remember there are two,
One river behind what we see then it again becomes two.
Over two thousand gone by
Still trying to figure out just how
Another can take the life of someone
Whom raised their dead ? Or decapitate
His baby because they didn't condone such
Evil as taking perhaps this greatest love her gift
Left languishing amid deja vu's, twenty first century....
Lexicon's litter less majesty: altars volcanos venom subtle.