They watched as the tentacles of the atomic industry spread.
A mycelium growth along the coastline.
Ever nearing the land beloved of Nicholson, a uniqueness being devoured.
False hope and promise.
and like the swans on the flooded mine, buried their heads, feeding on the scraps.
As Bank Head and Kirksanton suffered they slobbered, selective blindness to the cruelty.
The weak of the clutch removed from the nest.
It was their job to protect, to highlight the injustice.
But ever on they went dredging the depths, ignoring those whose plates were being stripped clean to feed them.
Profitting on the misery of others.
Those who took their words as true, left helpless.
The community that the poet exalted, different, deceived, and forever divided.
Pioneers betrayed.
Windscale, Calder Hall built by them yet kept at distance to preserve our place.
The poets castle restored on the “Unnecessary suffering”
Norman turns.
The shame.
Were the world a colossal sifter
dredging the landscape of toxins …
Could you contemplate existence worry-free?
Echoes of the past,
Blast through my brain,
Dredging up the old again,
I feel I'm going insane,
Every morning feeling the pain,
Thoughts raining down,
Dowsing my crown,
Drowning out my will,
Still I stay strong,
How long must I battle,
This incessant rattle,
Babbling voices,
Pointing out bad choices,
The noise is unbearable,
I feel terrible,
A wearable past,
Left a lasting impression,
Casting me into the pen,
A time of depression,
A session of progression,
Regression therapy,
Tearing at me,
As i look to see the cause,
Pausing for a better view,
Getting a handle to hold onto,
As they keep coming through,
Staying true to what I know,
I throw them all away,
Now i can get started with my day.
Jellyfish
Once I had a wild wish
To be a jolly jellyfish,
A quietly quivering jellyfish
Shivering in the sea.
I did not crave to be a crab,
A sideways-scuttling, crusty scab
In sluggish sludge and dismal drab
At the bottom of the sea,
Nor wish to be a sucking sponge,
Sea-sway drudge of the fathoms' plunge,
Dredging supper from the soupy gunge
In the dungeons of the sea.
I might have wished for shark or whale,
To lord the oceanic trail,
My dorsal fin a regal sail,
Imperial in the sea;
Or dared to dash through the dolphin waves,
Gliding where the wild seas rave,
Dive to a shipwreck's sunken grave,
Sunken deep in the sea.
Instead, I wished for a jellyfish,
A parachuting jellyfish,
A gossamer drift in the seas' vast dish;
That's what I wished for me.
On its plinth, behushed, at hall's end
Beneath clock, coaxed backwards
Privet-pungent, in its own
Sighed out thin light's regard.
At day's sagging end, dredging up
More dust, shuffling, each nears
Its emotional-responsive charge.
As with priest's holy fears.
Filling up for yore, propelled rough
Perpetual mud, that was
So light held what were golden times!
So thoughtless, a gemmed mass.
Like a Disney movie, sparrows fly in my head.
An hour after coffee I grasp reality as if it were
survivable.
A deep snow drifts into camel humps
a few reckless birds have escaped my skull
to awkwardly bounce in the heavy
and glassy air.
The hours ride two-toed ungulates
into a dredging darkness.
My mind now is cluttered with dying bluebirds.
The sparrows have become
ice features in a frozen museum.
This is the way the day ends,
not with chirping,
but with tattered feathers
strewn upon a blank Landscape.
I walk fast
but I act slow
Just as my emotions come over me;
Thick waves that take their time
To blot out my sunlight.
Out in my endless oceans
I’m dredging up ‘happiness’
But the word is blurry
Underwater—
Its meaning fades beneath layers of algae
Source undistinguishable.
Fable
Bloody Bond
Feeble pledge
Far sighting the bogus Lustre
Drenched in thoughts
Wrenching out words
With ideas in the trench
He was a wreck
Dredging in the mud
Wearing his other face
Facing his tomorrow
Fencing his fears
Benching all odds
In a world of doubt
droll dragon’s drastic dragnet drizzles droopily
dreaming drones drudge dripping drops of drizzle
dredging and drenching dragon’s drastic dragnet
droll dromedary drives drooping dragnet’s drums
Kid naps here, daycare!
Sick babies...About those
Kidnaps are there! Out there!
I wish I could, evocation, dowry!
For an already invested $275 nuptial Tyler Mowrey!
Gaza wall and Tel-Aviv- a , embracing in Jackson Church
Sameeha Azra- eel A and a PEER in peer pressure for air fryer
Is your oxygen an EIN? Bargaining overseas? Playing diplomacy? Daunts in ranting ramps where models stood?
Sometimes, data cable is not that a bad idea, where "inna lillah" is also a cliched Hinda call!
Long she served Holly Wood, May she come true among converts and traveler (pilgrims)
further in optimism in selfless "Sufism" not "Sophism or Hedonism",
Sin and Boon are all stamped with the sense of Shame, where the guilt is sensed after all!
Not a river dredging and to make a parable to river shifting, as no longer helpful!
Helpful and no longer! For once, try in Pickthall!
For the end of the time and the beginning, too
Time impeccable is Timeless Allah (SWT) and the all-knowing and all!
In time He begets not,
In Time He is free from the need of an obgyn,
of that specialty, departmental.
Wham! That music is dainty.
But the bass drum gives it a kick.
Such tympanic contrast.
A tasteful tune with a rap,
such a whack, such a wallop.
Memory can tease, torture,
create that tasteful tune
while dredging up a thought
of something better not called back,
to avoid such a whack, such a wallop.
(29 Dec 2023)
You've sold her soul, long down that river,
That awful pain, that makes you shiver,
Trying so hard to keep her head above water,
Gripping hold, struggling to hold on,
This failing battle, shes been striving so long,
Thinking, a hopeless mum, a shameful daughter,
An embarrassment to forever haunt her,
All the pain and misery she's caused,
Time to hold her head high, and stop living in the past,
Ignoring that feeling of lost and torture,
Bless with 2 sons and beautiful daughter,
Now it's time to put them first, that played out act a million times rehearsed,
An astonishing future it could be,
She's putting her foot and she's set her free,
Standing tall, let her demons lose,
Terrifying feelings, dredging up all the abuse,
Turn the page for all to see,
She's still here, the perfect beauty.
There on to you!!!
Your idiot brother
Hovered over a Starbucks,
Your sister was seen
Cruising Rodeo Drive.
And Uncle Henry
Got hold of a bottle
George W. Dickle
Tennessee Sippin’ Whiskey
…and you know Uncle Henry!!!
Left his “vehicle”
In the river….
They’re still dredging
Papa says he’s had it with you guys
And Mama said
She’ll leave a light on.
Your best bet is…
Head to the border
Claim asylum
Head for San Francisco
…You’ll fit right in.
Love
Auntie Grnshht
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf
figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf
in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf
dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding into home as others windsurf
conscientious today
sharing my poetic light
penning my very first wonderful kerf
figuring out a way
to pen my unique insight
confidence shaken by blue papa smurf
in the manner of Joyce
there is a smile on my face
skating across ice as snow bunnies surf
dredging up my own voice
winning this poetic race
sliding into home as others windsurf
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