Cave Poems

Caveman Speaking

You ask me why I live in cave
Caveman not want to be a slave
I take a chance and look around
I see that people act like clown

Your little ones you not take care
You always running here and there
You drop them off at crazy school
No discipline when they break rule

They spend their time in front of screen
You

Don’t Cave In

Don’t raise the white flag
when sly boots ennui sneaks in
stoic mould  is key
life is that intriguing quest
a conjugated footpath

mind meat cave

the meat cave
...be...

the tribal den
...of...

their unspoken
...oars...


len

Shadow's silent dance

I watched as silence danced with shadows,
Playing the melody sung by my mind.
Its blanket covered the darkness—
broken only by a ray of light through a crack in the cave wall.

I groped through the dark toward the stone,
but the gale was too thick for my arms to swim.
I imagined a ghost whispering—
yet only silence listened.

Echoes, like

PALEO PAIR

PALEO PAIR

Hands rapturously
slashing satori
Bang !
Light released filter down
bats brushed skin to
fly knowingly low
then water gushed
through cracks
snakes spiders scorpions 
were our toes
stones spoke in bugle
sound as Sun set in
whirlwinds

the cave was nowhere 
yet everywhere 
Beethoven’s symphonies 
were shadows
future written on our
vacant palms
but to prior walk with 
Harry the Strandloper 
was an unspoken 
intent by ONE for
beloved

Claustrophobic Cave

When r e a l i t y feels like
a poisoned paradise, 
trapped in a claustrophobic cave,
strangling my spirit
with ice-cold claws of fate,
I close my fatigued eyes,
attuned to the mellifluous
flames of the moon-wings,
detached from the gravity
pulling me six feet below,
chained to a casket of chaos,
adorned with obsidian roses
clothed in ghost-veils of Lilith,
as this onyx heart

The Unknown Cave

The unknown cave within,
Built by don't know what
From it emerge tendencies,
Seemingly out of control
Made up mostly by influences,
And the sensitivity of brain.
Fear is one of them
Such a slavery it is,
What am I to do?
How do I break free?
Either repeat the blows,
But there is no end!
A single path nobody shows,
And I am left to comprehend.

-17-02-2025

Allegory - or - Fanfare for Corpocracy's Rise

In silence, we watch shadows pass
they shape our thoughts and feed the farce

Moulding lives to fit the lies
that see us strive, conform and die

And scared of what we do not know
we do not move or seek to go

But idle in their well known forms
find safety in such practised norms

There is no need to speculate
the shadows

Cave of our heart

Let not fears nonplus
God within calls us
Let’s board His bliss bus
An invitation
For meditation 
Leave open heart’s door
Know God keeps no score 
Love’s our only cure

Our burning yearning
Nodes within churning
Benign bliss burning
With no goals to chase 
We slow down life’s pace 
To behold God’s face
Soul’s affirmation
At heart’s play station

submarine or cave

Could you please repeat the question? I ask the recruiter.
Would you rather live in a submarine or a cave?
Can I say neither?
He shakes his head no.
He is a Marine; they have rules.

Panic attack starts
Tiny heart in my throat is jumping
I could live under the stars
Or on the deck of a ship or under a tree

I

Corinna Translations

CORINNA

I come to sing of heroes' and heroines' courageous deeds.—Corinna translation by Michael R. Burch

Mount Helicon, father of fair offspring, friend of the wayfarer, beloved of the Muses!—Corinna translation by Michael R. Burch

Terpsichora calls me to sing beautifully of heroes
for Tanagra's white-clad daughters and my city rejoices,
hearing my clear, evocative voice.
—Corinna translation by Michael R.

Rustic cave

Energized by the rustic cave 
it's cold moist nature calling 
echoes gurgling from within its depth 
dark algae clinging to its walls 
the water slowly trinkling into pools 
shimmering like gold specks 
a delight for any adventurist 
diving into its depth

Cave

This cave is just me.
I hear drips as I breathe.
I live in a cave.
Not even ghosts are this brave.
I have firewood.
I would roast marshmallows, if I could.
I used to live with people.
But smiles made me dull.
I used to go to school.
That place was much more cruel.
Than a cave which is just,
A nice place to rest.
I

The Cave of Temptation

I stood in front of
the cave of Temptation 
and accepted the invitation

It was not
love at first sight 
but curiousity in the dead of  night


All I remember 
is that I was eager to surrender 
and I must admit 
that it only took half a second to submit

That once-only fling
has made me commit to one thing:
I

Man Cave

For years I have wanted a man cave. A place for me to be alone. A place I could call my second home.

For years I have wanted a man cave. A place where my thoughts can roam freely without anyone judging me

For years I have wanted a man cave. A place with weights and maybe

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