On the silver sands of the beguiling beach
spectral rays of the rising sun rush to reach,
brace the mystique beauty of the deep sea,
flushing the iridium skin of her satin body.
With colored coral she combs her golden hair,
swirling around the ivory face in the rippling air.
The song of the swelling waves she could hear
in the shining concave shell she holds on her ear.
The whistling zephyr flows with her pearly glow,
brings to her the music of the distant rainbow.
Butterflies float with the scent of the spring day,
the loneliness of the queen of sea they waft away.
The shipwrecked sailor is lost in the stormy sea,
the shore of yonder beyond the surge he can’t see.
Before the last lights of the sinking sun on sea fade
he is embraced by the loving arms of the mermaid.
September 28, 2019
Categories:
iridium, imagery, sea,
Form: Rhyme
6/6/17
Are we part simian?
A centered or off kilter equilibrium
Near or far from the prime meridian
And any kind of amphibian
As well as snowflake obsidian
Items and objects that do or don't require lithium
And or iridium
Choices, accidents, and nature could lead to oblivion
No need for a idiom
I wasn't once ever kidding when
I said I was part Native American aka Indian
Plus or minus
Times of peace and crisis
Endless noise, or pure silence
What exactly is righteous?
Never will I bow to any highness
Another wanting to see me lifeless
So damn typical in this day and age, little to nothing surprises
People being indecisive
Or divisive
Relying on hiding through disguises
All others except themselves are considered sacrifices
With you I wouldn't ever have an alliance
Or give you guidance
Put what's left of you under redwood giants
So that it couldn't be traced by any improvements in forensic science
Categories:
iridium, dark, evil, how i
Form: Rhyme
Down the street at the corner, the sodium
Streetlight casts an eerie-yellow glow on the sidewalk
Below, a feint hissing sound emanating from escaped
Gasses. Up the stairs, just a few feet away, I'm narrating
A sequence of myself carrying a large kettle filled with
Chili, my look confident, my shirt spattered with
Bubbling sauce, unseen are the remnants of the
Bomb
Blast...blood-stained parts of a little boy's shoes, fallen
Off as he crawled home, not quite to the door.
Sleeplessness, a byproduct of artificial LED lighting,
Historians
Agreed
Where hand -held devices and
Computer screens disrupted tidal waves in our brains,
Leading to irrational decisions by our
Leaders, dooming
Civilizations not yet born,
New, 6-handed life forms were
Imported from other planets
Un-earthing gold and iridium, along
With relics from the 21st. century,
In an effort to more
Accurately erect memorials to a
Vanished society,
The
Chili
Was
Good
11/8/14
© james marshall goff
Categories:
iridium, absence, , memorial,
Form: Free verse
When hope returns, will you be in
alternative mind ?
Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey
in a bowl of momentum while I have a
sense of alienation collecting a cloud of
Memories ripping open the gates of tears
and blood for the human cost of dementia;
the disorientation was not complete in
Orthomolecular state, a suicidal visit will also
not bring the diagnosis of pain and iridium hole
of perception in a concentration camp for
searching a bomber base, whether milk thistle
Drags the fears out of the bodies and heals.
I would not come back to hemiplegic wisdom
of the land that was lost centuries back to
occuping, omnipresent knowledge, the eagle
had burned his wings in holy fire !
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
iridium, art,
Form: ABC
When hope returns, will you be in
alternative mind ?
Like a praying mantis brooding for a prey
in a bowl of momentum while I have a
sense of alienation collecting a cloud of
Memories ripping open the gates of tears
and blood for the human cost of dementia;
the disorientation was not complete in
Orthomolecular state, a suicidal visit will also
not bring the diagnosis of pain and iridium hole
of perception in a concentration camp for
searching a bomber base, whether milk thistle
Drags the fears out of the bodies and heals.
I would not come back to hemiplegic wisdom
of the land that was lost centuries back to
occuping, omnipresent knowledge, the eagle
had burned his wings in holy fire !
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
iridium, faith
Form: I do not know?