The stars all align as I take another step
Carefully watching what I am about to do next
Feeling a surge rising from deep inside
It’s a strong force that seeks to come outside
A fire mixed within with raw awakening
The lava is rising I am feeling it’s entity
Programs are afraid of what I can grip
They are tiny like sand, what a bloody twist
They all start to run trying to hide
But I see it all and they have zero time
Let my wings grow and their blood start to drip
Gently holding them until I start to squish
Call me evil queen if you really must
Actually bow down to me you tiny worms
Am I evil or good who really cares
Creating from illusion what a fun game
Words mixed with passion that come to pass
Sparks hidden within songs what a playful God
Flowing and swimming through the words
Free from containment what a sweet world.
Raven Archer
The lava blobs have no fixed form,
Each rising, glowing in a surging storm.
They gather, swell, then they drift apart,
Ascending from a soft, warm, molten heart.
Each shining bloom appears by chance,
Like new romance in a fleeting dance.
No shape is promised, none can stay!
Yet every bloom brightens someone's day!
Lava lingers, oozes, slow and wise,
It never asks, nor wonders, reasons why.
It climbs with hope, then sinks with disgrace,
Leaving warmth well behind without a trace.
Its flow is mesmerizing to see,
Each pulse returns, yet differently.
Like waves that break upon a shore,
Or clouds that churn, billow, and soar.
Love, too, will swell, gently yield,
Reshaping all that lies below concealed.
It folds and melds, to find more space,
Surging in moments of brief borrowed grace.
No form can hold what hearts pursue,
Yet every change reveals something new.
Billowing, beyond what hands have caught,
Until the longing, finds the shape it sought.
Viscous lava disc
Surface shifts in slow motion
Dropping languidly
vessel captivates
warm waxing finesse waning
more color less stress
glowing going with flowing
lugubrious globular!
vibrant pink guava
incandescent liquid groove~
pahoehoe lava
TODAY’S POTUS’ RED LARVA
Making The Nation
Great Again, he’s erupting
Our democracy:
Oppressive lava flowing
Hot power-mongering blood:-
The rules are simple
The rules are clear
Talk about the weather
But no politics here
Talk about the wind
Talk about the rain
But never, ever
Bring up social pain
Talk about the sunshine
Talk about the clouds
But don’t bring up
The political crowds
If you do
Best you prepare
Cause things get hot
And tempers will flare
Can’t no one speak
What they truly think
Cause fights break out
Quicker than a blink
Civil discourse
Is dead and buried
Replaced with rhetoric
And the hatred that’s carried
So talk about the weather
Talk about the sky
Regarding politics
No opinion is the lie
But if your position
You must speak of with pride
Be ready to burn
In that molten divide
Hot lava awaits
On the other side
Somewhere up above a mountain
Was the volcano to maintain
Lava voice as hot as anger
It seemed nothing but a danger
For away down the valley
Was a frozen lake
I was spitting so one could take
Stream thought only one was jelly
Fish to go deeper than deeper
Lava ran to valley
It was full of anguish
Ice jumped up to valley
Just to destroy it's wish
That was now ice vs Lava
Hot Breath
excited crowd waits impatiently
earthquakes shake the ground
lava heated boiling water
pushes towards the surface
hot steam spews from the vent
anticipation grows, ready for the eruption
a mighty whoosh and the vented steam
reaches for the blue sky
for a duration of ninety seconds
the crowd is awed by natures power
with a gurgle the steam cloud
settles back into the earth to await
another cycle
I’m not one to whisper,
I’d rather stay silent;
Emotions of lava
erupt leaving their ash;
Pain peels out like magma;
I’m not one to whisper
to hide a wicked scream;
Not blessed with a soft touch;
The way I use my pen?
You had to have a hunch;
I’m not one to whisper
or tone down hi octane;
One hundred miles an hour
is how fast my mind flies;
Let’s go on that detour;
I’m not one to whisper
or second guess my heart;
Maybe it cracks to bits,
but oh what a wild ride
to discover what fits.
The abandoned Mansion was once owned by the Adams Family.
They were doing a terrific business in their lumberyard at the time.
Day laborers who were not busy were sent over to build their home.
It was gorgeous in its heyday, lovelier than anything else on the block.
There were other ritzy mansions, said my auntie, just not this ritzy.
We stared at the old abandoned Mansion; she looked sad.
Her grass had no roses or lilies, her concrete flower pots were broken.
What a shame, I said. Can we get closer? I want to take a better look.
You cannot go inside, Auntie said, but I think we can peek into windows.
I jumped back and screamed when I reached the window.
There is someone in there! She put her hand out and touched mine.
Two of my little cousins began shrieking in terror.
She made that up, Auntie said. She was trying to scare you.
I know what I had seen, and I was not making anything up.
I never went back, but sometimes I drive by and cringe.
That house is not abandoned.
There sits the City Gold
Where robbers ne'er grab hold,
Nor rot, nor moth, nor mold.
There sits a lava moat
Not passable by boat
Nor rope, nor writ, nor hope.
Outside the people scheme
As wise as any seem,
To enter, distant dream.
And there the doctors sly,
Sell passage to passers by.
Yet all who purchase, die.
This city, see, is truth.
Those lofty minds in booth,
They're selling dreams as proof.
And yet the saddest part,
When science falls apart,
And might, and math, and art,
Is entrance granted free
To all who'll come and see
This Hebrew on the tree.
red lave at most
at end gray ash
and black stones
Solid. Stationary. Silent.
This is you.
In our limited view.
But.. once you flew.
From molten earth
Did shoot and spew
You ran and shouted
Everywhere
In fearsome battle
With the air
Your angry face
The land did rule
Yet here you are
Now seaside cool
She tamed your fury
Water's edge
Once hissed and screamed
Now silence pledge
You teach us now
As lives we hurry;
No need to race
Or stress or scurry
Let waters lap
And lull and coax
We still evolve
Through gentle strokes
In stillness.
Where the power lies
Just listen,
For the coastal sighs
Eliminate
The heat and pressure
This stone's not cast
Not now, not ever
Jinjagoliath
26th August 2023
A mountain furious, smouldering hot rocks
inferno slumbering in its womb within.
obsidian magma in tectonic locks
chambers a volcano, wrath waiting to spin.
Hot glowing orange flames about to explode
engulfing the fury , pool of metals flowed.
Love of frenzied Lava, none can understand,
tantrum of magma creates a beach of sand.
lava
tectonic plates shift
underwater mountain rift
lava dome fries fish
A New Nature Themed Haiku
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
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04/04/23
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