It thunders through like a rampaging doom,
water cracked the stone, and carved out this chute,
the locals around here call it the Flume,
white water churning through a confined route.
Roiling, throwing mist onto the rocks,
always wet and sporting a sheen of green,
so loud is the torrent it’s hard to talk
over the noise as the water careens.
Empties out into four small waterfalls,
which widen into a wading-deep pool,
folks splash around, and the kids short and tall
dunk heads in the cascades, thinking it’s cool.
But never dare try riding the cataract,
even dumb kids know they will not come back.
Seeds are sown seeds will grow
into a weed into a rose
millennium passes into black holes
the sand will turn into glass
bones into dust-flesh into ash
eventually everything
blows back to the path back home.
There're no grand mysteries
only infinite, undiscovered truths
into the virgin soil of purity-[absolute]
miracles suckle from gravities root.
The ego often forsakes the creator God
careens into the blackness -alone
the sirens howl from the abyss
when angels bow to laws unknown.
Only when it is lost- only when it slips
does the ego bend a knee and cry for home.
Seeds are sown seeds grow
into a weed- into a rose
everything comes into its own being
the destiny of flesh is the soul's release
all will boomerang back home-infinity.
Why does the trolley
dolly or cart
I choose to use
in every supermart
always have a wonky wobbly wheel
and feel oh so wearing
as if it's about to lose
its marbles or ball bearings?
It clunks like junk with a 'thunking' sound
and almost dumps
my groceries on the ground
won't go straight
invariably tilts veers
careens or curves
and without a doubt
indubitably gets on my nerves
Today Again
It does not improve
the void where hope once lived
now genocide has set her tent
among the childrens’ toys
toy trucks and broken dolls
blood smeared
the silence smocked
in mothers’ tears
a father’s curse breaks with the sun
an ambulance careens
through dust and concrete humps
this life with death as his bride.
I see you in my dreams
I feel you in my arms
But reaching out to touch you
Only causes harm
You are not there on my pillow
You are nowhere to be found
Sheer despair surrounds me
In my tears I drown…
Please take me back, my darling
This time I’ll treat you right
For if you won’t, I swear to God
I will not live another night…
What’s this? The phone is ringing
It’s your number on the screen
As I pick up the receiver
My equilibrium careens
I think the words ‘I love you’
But all I hear come out
Is your voice on the other end
Calling me a lout…
The click I hear is like a knife
To pierce my very soul
A lunge into my very heart
~ May God seize full control
I haven’t written a fiddle-faddle footle in a while. Here goes:
flotsam
bought some
floating
doting
for miles
exiles
flash scenes…
careens
ah trees…
no…bees!
coasting
ghosting
swirling
whirling
fish fly
oh my
up creek
looks bleak
fiddle…
diddle
faddle…
straddle
fiddle
twiddle
faddle -
paddle?
big scream
no dream
jump ship
don’t slip
soft land
life’s grand
my feet
take seat
debris
past me…
i sleep
dream deep
3/15/2022
A brook cascades daintily extant
~ flowing gayly heart’s incited joy
Meandering, nestles on Peace
~ quivering restraints strain ‘n squirm
Breaking-bank, careens downwards
~ extols faith’s grim heart-bomb
Undulating, veering waves extrapolate
~ Yonder’s zooming blue-adieu
Sojourns, so-longs, traversing under veils
~ weathering wry extremes
Heart’s incessant journey keels love’s mainland
~ new opaque's reach...
(10/7/21 For 'Islands in the Stream' contest)
They unload life’s lead
into unseen enemies
machine gun memories
flying rapid fire
recollections and musings
spent shells amassing
mental turbines spinning
smoking the room.
And they yawn and doodle
ink stains for amusement
their purpose loosened
without caffeine courage
meetings adjourned
aimless wandering down
immaculate hallways
wounded reflections
in thoughtless pursuit
of quiet relief.
And they nod gingerly
with grim understanding
lives in the balance
teetering on a wire
as the bird careens
by the smokestack
somehow in
silent recognition
of lives interrupted.
(click on picture for Angst & Anger)
Her bulbous profile and pungent odor
That sunken chin and busy motor
A tremulous scowl crosses her flaring lips
From her cup rum she gulps, while others sip
Her mouth opens wide in a hideous grin
Displays shocking tooth decay within
Some teeth rotten; others chipped
Best she keeps her lips tightly zipped
Abruptly she emits a belch and a fart
As she starts steering her grocery cart
Wildly it careens, as customers swoon
Wuddya expect from a drunken baboon
the minutes
the hours
the days
in wild frenzy
whistle by
before long
weeks turn
to months
to years
on the racetrack
life in a blur
careens at
headpopping speed
i can barely hang on
yet
every once
in a while
it pauses
for a rare
precious moment
i take a deep breath
and thank god
you’re still here
by my side
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on November 28, 2019
Releasing the Trump Monsters
The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling
The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose
Howling at the moon
Running amuk
Infecting us all
With their madness
As we all turn into mindless zombies
Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity
As Trump and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters
Of their dangerous id
Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics
As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days
Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?
Only God knows
And he is not telling
As we descend
Into the maelstrom
Hoping against hope
That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed
In the end
Perhaps it does not matter
As the world careens
Deeper into hell
There is no end
Nothing but despair
Forever and ever
The Trump madness never ends
Releasing the Trump Monsters
The Trump madness deepens
And the world grows darker
The evil ones have been released
The wild things are growling
The dogs of war
Satan’s hell hounds
Are on the loose
Howling at the moon
Running amuk
Infecting us all
With their madness
As we all turn into mindless zombies
Filled with hatred
Jealousy and insanity
As Trump and his neo-fascist
Cabal unleash the monsters
Of their dangerous id
Devouring all reason
Turning all they see
Into raving lunatics
As they set the world on fire
Ushering in the ends of days
Armageddon looms
Will Trump be raptured away?
Only God knows
And he is not telling
As we descend
Into the maelstrom
Hoping against hope
That we can overcome
The monsters
That Trump has unleashed
In the end
Perhaps it does not matter
As the world careens
Deeper into hell
There is no end
Nothing but despair
Forever and ever
The Trump madness never ends
Charlie's cartoon characters were afraid
`Cause Caren wants humor in her crusade
Only one person submits
Caren careens and retrofits
Curiously all have it made in the shade
Diatonic tree's,
slimy grease,
clanky careens-
and dodgy reefs,
slogs of sleeves
of Bogs of things,
one character breathe's,
another is obscene,
have you not heard of a ...
Soldiers dying,
Wives crying;
Politicians lying,
Wise men 'why-ing.'
The media's ablaze,
Sexual harassment crazed;
In the rest of the world
Terrorism's unfurled
The world careens forward,
Never turning back;
Technology's king--
It's civility we lack!
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