Clubbing seal cubs
portends a rage for mass murder.
The tail wags the dog
and the offended march away
to slaughter strangers.
Generation after generation,
year after year,
small holocausts
erupt at the strike of a matchstick.
Meanwhile bloody footprints
reshape a landscape.
"petites éruptions"
life pops
oven red
poppy petals
opium
eyes smoking
jade reflections
deep
as the deep
blue ocean
milky skin soft
and sweet as
juicy peaches
crimson lips
crushing cool
as a red hot kitchen
entree for the tasting
brushing the blushing
voiceless velvet throats
sighing
concupiscently
amused
laughing langurously
the first hand infused
the captain mescalin mused
red lit lipstick
whispering
sweet nothings
finger painting
nude strokes
curves salaciously
touching
wet botticelli
rubenesque
canvas rolled
sails billow and spread
the rippling
from the sure scene
by voyeurs
on a voyager's dream
unzipped come loosely undone
upon the crest of waves
rising wild horses
riding fast tides
under the sun
set burning
astride passion
sees
entwined
dusky amour
supine
high capped against
a low violet bruised
swollen blazing horizon
plundered hearts
holding tight
the treasure
like pirates
petites éruptions
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
earth cracked ~ lava spurts
sulfur dioxide gas kills
a heartbreaking loss
07/06/2018
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Magicicada Poetry Contest
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Storms ultimate volcanic eruptions catastrophes
awakening cast me into netherworlds
unreachable disconnected oracular wasting
where each shadow feasts on substance
aquiering vast amounts of deep blood
The African crust is weak, sitting on boiling magma;
fault-lines cobweb all directions of African land mass.
Volcanoes frequently erupt, get landscapes destroyed
Every moment the continent is awash with loveless lava
But these are not physiological phenomena of natural events
They are not events of rock formation activities
But are volcanoes bursting from loveless human hearts;
hearts full of boiling volcanoes of vengeance and animosity
When the volcanoes burst and the landscapes are shuttered,
lucky creatures embrace themselves in artificial craters,
that artificially emerges in secret places around the continent.
The unlucky face infinite pains of sharp arrows of flying rocks
Creatures with wings to fly and legs to gallop from danger,
re-locate without invitation to the land of civilization,
searching for security without safety; live life without identity,
till the Lord tells them,’ Go back, no more volcanic eruptions”
To the ground, plastics, papers and metals
To the mixture, scrap, damaged tires and dirty pieces of cloth
Amid natural ecosystems
From whose laxation natural escapes
The flammable methane gas
Triatomic is the altered range of oxygen by the action
Of electric shocks on the heights
Whose total damage, with inventing the steam engine
And the development of the industry, then started
The harbinger that future generations
Would live in fear of climatic cloister
Sometimes the abuse, it seems that conforms
When in the forests, indiscriminately to millions
Killing pathogens, exacerbate emphysema
Of the Blue planet, whose fury is magma itself
That spares nothing and all-consuming in vindictive eruptions
They bring passion into their eyes of light
Love that is brought from hearts along the way
Romance entertains their souls through the night
Life that has their lives intertwined by might
Keeps their minds delight within bright of day
They bring passion into their eyes of light
Colors fill their hearts, enlightenment bright
Timeless feelings jump, lust wavers away
Romance entertains their souls through the night
Love is inside themselves, soft palate sight
Can’t curb their desires, they do what they may
They bring passion into their eyes of light
Fire erupts with passion beyond eyesight
Hot embers burn with love right where they lay
Romance entertains their souls through the night
Their hearts so very real, soon will take flight
Souls light up tonight as they’re in the hay
They bring passion into their eyes of light
Romance entertains their souls through the night
Russell Sivey
Contest: ANY OLD POEM WILL DO
Sponsor: SKAT A.C.E.
1/31/2013
Volcanoes erupts in
Three dissimilar ways
Spines on its hills
As gases run low
Lava down its slopes
Total destruction in its path
Fiery bursts of black ash
Burst through its mountain top
Ash fills the air with murky dust
Form miles away
Lava destroys neighboring life
Plants, Insects, animals, and people alike
F O R E S T
F U N G A L
F O R A Y S
L I T T E R
A U T U M N
L E A V E S
I am living an empty life
Devoid of warmth
Stripped of its essence
Surrounded by cold creatures
Which kindness is just but appearance?
Often blown away
Like a soul of no importance
How long will it take for justice to prevail?
How much hurt would they care
Inflicting on my being.
My heart having bled for countless of times
They don’t even understand
The efforts I am making
Giving away my strength
With all my belongings.
They are never content
It’s my blood they’re sucking
I kneel down in prayer
Trembling … imploring
Misunderstood to the core
Don’t you see I am dying?
My happiness is far away
All you did was push it astray
Without any effort
To salvage it anyway!