Erupted Poems

List of New Poems

PM	Poem Title	Poet	Form	Form	Categories
	Hell Fires	Rico Leffanta	Limerick	Limerick	erupted, christian,
	To Help a Treasured Friend	David McHattie	Rhyme	Rhyme	erupted, adventure, funny,
	Silence in the Garden	Victor Buhagiar	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, garden, pain, silence,
	Why Elton Only Dates Christians, Part I	David Welch	Narrative	Narrative	erupted, abortion, baby, loss, men,
	Love As Tragedy, Part I	David Welch	Narrative	Narrative	erupted, love, marriage, men, money,
	Inspiration's Journey	Carol Connell	Personification	Personification	erupted, change, inspiration, perspective, seasons,
	beware of colours	jan oskar hansen	Blank verse	Blank verse	erupted, abuse, age, allah, beautiful,
	Eternal Sadness Rewritten	Kai Michael Neumann	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, depression, encouraging,
	The Vampire Monk, Part III	David Welch	Epic	Epic	erupted, change, dark, evil, faith,
	Abode of the Great Spirit	Dear Heart	Rhyme	Rhyme	erupted, native american, nature, spiritual,
	Dog Mistakes Tiger for Cat	Caren Krutsinger	Abecedarian	Abecedarian	erupted, 5th grade, 6th grade,
	Settling Old Grudges, Part I	David Welch	Narrative	Narrative	erupted, conflict, confusion, family, father
	Lingering Love, Slipping Sanity	Ian Campbell	Narrative	Narrative	erupted, 11th grade, angst, anxiety,
	At the Altar of Eros	David Wakeling	ABC	ABC	erupted, 10th grade,
	At the Altar of Eros	David Wakeling	ABC	ABC	erupted, 10th grade,
	At the Altar of Eros	David Wakeling	ABC	ABC	erupted, 10th grade,
	Thanksgiving Day Bliss	Anna M Shepard	Senryu	Senryu	erupted, blessing, political, thanksgiving day,
	The Bullet	Bobby May	Epic	Epic	erupted, war,
	At the Altar of Eros	David Wakeling	ABC	ABC	erupted, 10th grade,
	Measurements of a kiss	Ibohal Kshetrimayum	I do not know?	I do not know?	erupted, bird, birth, black love,
	The Garden Path	Lifes' Tapestry	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, fun,
	Scorpions Seminally Sting	Winged Warrior	Couplet	Couplet	erupted, betrayal, conflict, lost love,
	Day My World Stood Still	Junie Moon	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, child abuse,
	How Can I	Robertina B.	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, deep, emotions, inspirational, spiritual,
	Whispers	john chizoba vincent	Blank verse	Blank verse	erupted, abortion, abuse, africa,
	Reclamation Confrontation	tom mcmurray	Quatrain	Quatrain	erupted, corruption, music, truth,
	Mine Nightmare With Social Anxiety	matthew harris	Dramatic Verse	Dramatic Verse	erupted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
	The Haunted House	Jesse Rowe	Couplet	Couplet	erupted, scary,
	Immigrants Abducted and Corrupted	James Horn	Limerick	Limerick	erupted, allegory, analogy,
	one flag one country	jan hansen	Blank verse	Blank verse	erupted, america, angst, art,
	Mind Blown	TS Lewis	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, military, patriotic, writing,
	Herpes zoster	Ramesh Deshpande	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, anxiety, endurance, remembrance day,
	Trying to defeat a devilish friendship	robin davis	Rhyme	Rhyme	erupted, change, emotions, friendship, grief,
	Where on Earth	matthew harris	Enclosed Rhyme	Enclosed Rhyme	erupted, 10th grade, 11th grade,
	Imperial City	Dale Gregory Cozart	Ekphrasis	Ekphrasis	erupted, city, imagery, rain,
	Residue Of Tears	Robertina B.	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, cry, hope, life, sorrow,
	God Had Helped Us and More	James Horn	Limerick	Limerick	erupted, allegory, analogy,
	Origins	Dennis Spilchuk	Verse	Verse	erupted, education, perspective, science, space,
	The Unwavering Spirit	Aram Sarian	Rhyme	Rhyme	erupted, angel, character, destiny, encouraging,
	Spirit Shadows of Sadness	Chantelle Anne Cooke	Narrative	Narrative	erupted, death, depression, may,
	Baby Samantha Pendo	HONESTY OIMBO	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, baby,
	Thine Eldest Graduating Sharply Splendidly Supremely	matthew harris	Elegy	Elegy	erupted, 12th grade, absence, daughter,
	Given	Kaitlyn Nelson	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, dark, death, death of
	50 Years Ago, City On Fire	curtis johnson	Narrative	Narrative	erupted, america, anger, love, racism,
	Sorry I Thought You Knew	Dalton Ogletree	Rhyme	Rhyme	erupted, perspective, poetry, rap, word
	UNIVERSAL WARRIOR PROTECTOR OF FUTURISM	Michael E. Harris	Imagism	Imagism	erupted, freedom, future, image, imagery,
	America Watts 1851-1934	stark hunter	Epitaph	Epitaph	erupted, marriage,
	Whispers of passion	Silent One	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, love, lust, passion, sensual,
	he was no Alfred	jan hansen	Blank verse	Blank verse	erupted, anxiety, art, child abuse,
	Nightmare Image of Lies	Eve Roper	Free verse	Free verse	erupted, bereavement, dream,

Erupted Poem Example

Went Fishin'

Submitted to the "Gone Fishin" contest
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Trollin’ the islands at Texoma,
It was April, 1964.
New rod and reel in hand,
I’d NEVER been fishing before.

A Garcia 2510T casting rod.
The reel, a Mitchell 301,
Plus hand-selected worms and lures…
I was ready to have some fun.

My teacher, a master fisherman,
Had fished all over the earth...
From trout in Austrian mountain streams
To sea bass just west of Perth.

He showed me all the basics,
Including how to tie a lure.
“No snaps. They’re no good.
Tie’em on…just to be sure.”

He made me practice casting.
“Take aim with your rod’s tip 
Take her back - ten, eleven, twelve, one;
Smoothly return to ten… with just a little flip.”

While I practiced the casting motion,
He said, “Large Mouths will be jumpin’ bugs.
Water’s bubblin’ with Sand Bass spawnin’.
You’ll know the difference if one gives you a tug.”

As we drifted around the islands,
He said, “I think you’re ready.”
So, I picked a lure, a pretty Heddon;
And tied her on.  My hands were steady.

Yellow with black dots and a weed guard. 
A streamer tail and double treble hooks.
Who knew if she would do the job,
But I liked the way she looked.

As I tied her on, I looked around
For a likely place for my first cast.
Magazine pictures always showed weeds
In the background of a striking Bass.

So, I picked a reed bed in the shallows;
Threw my first cast, watched her fly.
What happened next was the stuff of dreams.
We couldn’t believe our eyes. 

About eighteen inches before she lit,
A monstrous Large Mouth erupted from the water.
My teacher screamed, “Holy Mary, Mother of God!  
Kiss O’Reilly’s Ugly Daughter!”

When the Bass broke water, it scared me. 
My whole body jerked and shook.
So sudden, so silent, it seemed like slow motion.
Until I heard him screaming, “Set the hook!  Set the hook!”

When the big Bass scared me,
I must have set the hook.
The tussle was on, long and hard.
This fish didn’t want to be cooked.

My lack of skills prevailed, however,
As I finally reeled him in;
I grabbed him by the lower lip,
Like I’d seen Don Wallace do, time and time again.

“Oh, my God”, he murmured as he weighed the Bass;
“Jeez.  Over thirteen pounds....Thirteen pounds, two.”
He took out his Polaroid and laughed, 
“I’ll take a picture of this fish... holdin' you.”

He snapped the picture of me holding the Bass;
On the back wrote the date, the length and weight.
As he turned to put the camera away……
Get ready.  This is the part that’s great.

I’d watched Don Wallace ‘catch and release’.
He always did that on his show.
“This fish put up a good fight.” he’d say;
“Now it’s time to let him go.”

Yes, as my teacher put away the camera,
I held the big Bass by the lower lip and tail
And ‘swished’ him in the water,
Making sure his gills would not fail.

My teacher turned and saw what I was doing
Just as I let the big Bass go.
This, too, was like slow motion
As I heard him screaming, “NOOOOOOO!”

“Why would you do that, Lad?
Do ya know nothin’ at all?
A fish like that... on your very first cast?
Well...Lad, that fish goes on the wall.”

“Well…he’ll be here next year.” I said with a smile,
“And even bigger, I’ll bet.”
He said, ”You’ll make a fisherman, Lad.
It’s not for the fish that we fish…

but for the great stories we get.” 

I still have that lure…and the rod and reel.
Still in their bags and boxes, just like new.
I thought about selling them on eBay,
But 50 years later, they have sentimental value.

You see…I’ve been invited to go fishin’ several times
By golfin’ buddies and other friends;
But for some reason…I really don’t know why…
I’ve never gone fishin’ again.

They say, “Truth is stranger than fiction.”
And I believe that is a fact.
I hope you enjoyed this bit of truth and,
In the meantime…..”Ya’ll come back!”

Poem Copyright © Robert Candler