"Pipeline: Hawaii's North Shore where Championship Surfing Meets are held, remains the deadliest since records began in the 60s."
Golden shores surfed duo gift essence new threshold,
History made two by sea,
Footprint holds their granule sunk traces, queues the bold,
Long woods wee came two by sea,
Boarders store their sea tools drift faces, cue behold,
Fantasy dreams two by sea,
Reckon calls pair home schools feet races fuel's the sold,
Handily swims two by sea,
Loop unfolds those who rules hunk intense corkscrew rolled,
Gone absentees are two by sea,
Fathom pulls remain cool surfaces, two consoled,
Breathing-free crawls two by sea,
Jettisons beached dual shift places cruise controlled,
Rest at ease lays two by sea,
Ponder hauls twain unspool whiffed graces schooled withhold,
Bended knees pray two by sea,
Covered boards bros no fools--but in case, 'Win the Gold',
*Pipeline be? Two if's by sea?
*HMS; Anapestic tetrameter.
Categories:
jettisons, appreciation, friendship, sea, sports,
Form: Rhyme
With the enemy commiserate,
a concoction of potent evening potential
about to be imbibed by surly girls,
and douchey guys, with too nice vibes
Aloof not complacent,
Wasted. But don't point it out.
Less you choose the way of petty
Jettisons into sloppy confrontations
Liquid courage consequences,
Fuel for your pained aggression.
Nights you don't remember,
So you never learned your lesson.
Drink with family friends or alone,
The sponsored beverage of broken homes.
Categories:
jettisons, addiction, happy, hurt, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Written by Gail R DeBole
on March 16, 2022
Updated on March 21, 2022
What would Walt Whitman do?
Would he tweet poem after poem
If today was part of his lifetime?
Tweeting Leaves of Grass to the masses
Or would his poems be lost to the world
Amid the millions of poems posted?
What would Emily Dickinson do?
Perhaps, still a recluse, but with a technical spin
That jettisons her words throughout the virtual sky
To the masses amid thousands,
Floating amid millions of other poets’ words?
Would both their words compete for the virtual sky?
Words are competing, poets scrambling for
The attention, the connection to others, and, perhaps fame,
That the poets who came before earned
Without the Virtual sky.
Categories:
jettisons, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse
Just like humans, Janus
Juxtaposes two sides
Jared in the same vessel,
Just the name, “gatekeeper”,
Jettisons his salient
Justly potent power,
Janus is lord of time.
Syllable count: HMS
February 26, 2022.
Categories:
jettisons, god, myth, mythology,
Form: Pleiades
Turtle cruises the reef,
turquoise warm in the sun;
tendrils of coral stretch to
sup filtered light.
Butterflyfish and Tang
intermingle amid coral polyps,
that are plentiful appetizers
for this party.
As sponges get their rays,
a seahorse uncoils and jettisons itself
just overhead of a yawning mussel.
I giggle to myself as an angelfish kisses
my goggles and swim beneath the belly of turtle;
awed at the Crayola chroma essence
that delights my spirit.
Categories:
jettisons, environment, fish, ocean, poems,
Form: Free verse
Life lost in saline streams
Straining to see
Possibilities in reams and streams
Crane to love me
Although I desire nothing unproven
In the world I grapple to save
From madness and sadness woven
In webs only the brave
Dare to challenge
In the open where nerves
Bent on revenge
Achieve rubbish that serves
No useful purposes
In improving prospects
For souls that befriend porpoises
Upon finding at their detriment suspects
Aren’t always guilty
Despite evidence claiming the world gets better
Now that the mighty
Grow less bitter
Engaging concerns
Thrown to back pages
For too long in urns
Where they rot for ages
Hoping dreams come true
For creatures great and small
Whose wisdom and freedom glue
Souls who can play ball
In efforts to fraternize
Erstwhile enemies
And modernize to incentivize
The growth economies
Need to plant sesame seeds
To grow goodwill
Through daring deeds
Whose efficient effects spill
To the general populace
Who longs for shelter
As technologies race
Forth to implement the letter
That signifies happiness
Flying into every quarter
Where it jettisons sadness
Drowning it into wintry water.
Categories:
jettisons, poems,
Form: Free verse
I am alone
but not lonely.
Thoughts ..solitary..one-by-one
a theme from imagination,
begun.
A thread
inside myself
drifting this way and that
as a spider jettisons a silk
upon the wind
to make a web.
Intricate,fragile,ephemeral
'til written out and said
aloud...to myself..
From inside..to out
..articulated and spread.
Categories:
jettisons, creation, inspiration, introspection, poetry,
Form: Verse
My dulcimer sings,
The strings how they ring;
Vibrations carry
Across the fret board;
They echo my songs.
Dulcimer sings,
Jettisons dreams;
Stimulating
Imagination.
Dulcimer
Dreams send muse
Flying high;
Create
And dream
Songs.
Categories:
jettisons, dream, imagery, imagination, music,
Form: Free verse
Starburst from a mid-night sky,
jettisons dreams from the sky-web.
Imagination's flight can be terror
for those who would cloud sky with plutonium-rot.
Grandmother Spider's tears
soak Earth's belly with toxic rains;
her sky-web glistens with crystal tears.
If not for the trees belching grayed-out oxygen;
no life could survive.
Tree branches wipe Grandmother's eyes;
each night fewer crystals adorn sky-web.
Grandmother's tears, plummet through acid skies
to a "Nuked" womb...
a ball of micro waved...uterine...dust.
Categories:
jettisons, earth, earth day, environment,
Form: Prose
Artist’s perception
Envisions and jettisons
Liquid scenes from life.
Categories:
jettisons, art, emotions, feelings, happy,
Form: Senryu
A silver angel made of tin
Stands in a roadside window.
She sees a man asleep on a bench,
A bum.
A bum dreaming
The kind of dream
From which no man
Should be awakened
So he has to face
Another day in hell.
She's Bunuel's exterminating angel.
Her target--the indifference of repetition:
Mailboxes, mansions, Mercedes,
Chez Suzanne, Maytag-wash,
Adults-only, Donuts-delight,
Hamburger-hots,
7-11/convenience,
Lawns, shrubs, poodles,
Men watering everywhere,
Satellite dishes, TVs blaring,
Ice cream cones,
Vacant park benches
Waiting to comfort
The comfortless.
Light jettisons from her metallic core,
Dissolving all views.
The bum rises--Lazarus--
For a nation
That waits to redeem the lost.
Categories:
jettisons, introspection, social,
Form: Free verse