Caves Poems

Night Caves In

The night caves in I am as tired as original sin 
its a no win situation for I'm tired from within. 

Uncle Spelunker

Uncle was a spelunker
drove to the caves
in his clunker
(it was quite the junker)
without a sound
he sunk underground
pitch black as night
and on his hat
a bright white light
(the switch it was waterproof)
to see which stalagmites
might reach the roof
where stalactites
clung on tight
unafraid of bats
flitting around
never flunking
Uncle loved going down
but sorely and sad to say
on one of those getaways
a

The Memory Caves

In the chambers of the caves, 
I sought refuge from all the moral forgeries 
spreading over the land. Holding my lamp aloft, 
I pursued solace in childhood alcoves. 

In the chambers of endless caves,
I explored myriad twisting pathways
longing for the playful mirth of recall.
But Cerberus confronted me, snarling, 
preventing my passage beyond his gate.

In the

The unified universe

                              From bright sunshine to dark caves
                   

Fixing Caves

Hollow inside,
Outside hard stone
Some one entered this cave
Sparkled some glitter
Cleaned old sins
Started new story

Aunty and the Mind Caves

Aunty lost three pounds of memory,
it happened slowly, the clock on her mantle
ran faster, the rain began to fall slower.
Her cat was a stranger, then an ex-lover.
1300 grams of her vanished in slow motion.
The gray-matter remained
though it was hollowed out by blind angels.
At the age of eighty-two she demanded a dog.
We bought her an automated

In the Caves Where the Water Flows

in the caves where the water flows
i hum a tune that crept into my mind from way back
i wish that she could have come, but she is still healing
i wish that she could feel this, but she is still dealing

in the caves where the water flows
i close my eyes in complete disbelief
i only dreamt about

Cave of Wonders

Cave of wonders,
Caverns so deep,
Through vast rooms I wander,
So many secrets to keep.

The path tightens,
The corridors weave,
Mysterious sounds frighten,
Seeing the magic others see,

Deeper down I go
To unknown steps below,
Exploring further and anyone’s been,
There seems to be no end.

Stalactites hang from above,
Their beauty alone is enough,
Walls covered in draperies,
Millions of years of Earth’s memories.

Deep pools of

We Paint Our Caves

Once lit by flickering torch light 
with animal tallow mixed with ocher
daubed on subterranean rock walls
now lit by streetlights or LED headlamp
slashes of spray paint and magic markers 
splattered on concrete bridge abutments,
boxcars, or walls of tenement ghettos,
but the message is the same
we were here.

Aunty and the Lost Caves

Aunty lost three pounds of memory,
it happened slowly, the clock on her mantle
ran faster, the rain began to fall slower.
Her cat was a stranger, then an ex-lover.
1300 grams of her vanished in slow motion.
The gray-matter remained
though it was hollowed out by blind angels;
in those dimly lit caves
flew two storks carrying two infants
forever now circling a

Thank You Caves

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Shadow Rock

Where the waves break
And sea foam rises
The crisp sound of the ocean
Echoes in the cavernous openings
Of private oceanside caves.
Waters rise and recede
As time passes through.
Sunlit moments slightly shaded
By rock shadows floating by.
Caressed by tropical breezes,
Spritzed in salt waters,
My soul is peacefully content
In this wide open space
Where the skies and water kiss
The infinite horizon,
And the message

Melting

Melting
by Michael R. Burch

Entirely, as spring consumes the snow,
the thought of you consumes me: I am found
in rivulets, dissolved to what I know
of former winters’ passions. Underground,
perhaps one slender icicle remains
of what I was before, in some dark cave—
a stalactite, long calcified, now drains
to sodden pools whose milky liquid laves
the colder rock, thus washing something

Ocean Potion

Ocean potion healing elixir weightless floating free
Unlinked From chains of heavy burden where One can finally breath 
Out the old and in the new rejuvenate the mind 
cleansing body , close your eyes , pretend that you are blind . 
Just Listen , smell and feel it’s movement caressing rhythmic motions 
cradles with a mother’s

Concrete Caves

The night sky is ablaze with stars
and planets like Venus and Mars.
A sight, unseen in the city,
for background lights obscure our view
and what stars we see, are but few.
It is a modern-day pity,
stars are so difficult to see.
Sailing in an ebony sea,
there is nothing quite as pretty.
Like crystalline gems sparkling bright
billions of stars light up

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