Long Cadmium Poems
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A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world
Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage
and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages
Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum
Stone environs shock, unnatural landscapes
Polyethylene islands flushing the canvas
Carbon contaminant fumes flair in mid drift air
Virtually no place on Earth is free of the polymer fog
Foaming magma cascades over metallic mushroom roots
Spiny shoots sprout tentacles from rubber trees
Mercury and cadmium toxin leeches' groundwater
Above the quicksand are flying objects that pass as vultures
For a million magarican dollars I was greeted by a masked spacebot
Left on moonlit Luna's Lot are my collection of yin-yang art articles
Concrete Idea
Metal falls from the sky without sound
Bluish white cadmium and nickel
Trees follow in their shadow
Disintegrate on contact
A simple thermometer reads common thoughts
When in a dream of water
But this is an element of surprise
Coming to life in our real world while awake
Science rises to the occasion of simple speculation
Something caused the event near by the lake
Trees just don’t disappear….disintegrate
An asteroid made of metals could have done it
Or something similar comes to mind
The September 10, 2013 meteorite discovery
The 6 tailed asteroid P/2013 P5 made of rocks could be the culprit
Or one of its cousins caused the blaze and ultimate find
Perhaps gneiss, schist; slate or even marble metamorphic rocks
Determined the destruction at the site
It must have been an asteroid of some sort….There’re sure
But nothing concrete from science is found in this tale
Except the Hubble discovery of a 6 tailed meteor called P/2013 P5
And that’s the only solid idea and concrete thought to share
Another morning gone. The warp and weft
of kids and errands seems a sort of theft.
I love to listen to the phone-in show,
Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois,
the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy -
Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria -
but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go.
Another morning spent. The spare room painted.
I poured the soup away, since it was tainted.
He mixed his caustic soda in the bowl,
with Pennsylvania always on his mind
(Bryn Mawr mainliner – guess you know the kind –)
Brainier, mania, Lusitania
and wiped it once around with kitchen roll.
Another morning done. The suit dry-cleaned.
A neighbourhood committee’s been convened.
Initial meet – the Wilsons’ brand new deck –
how was it financed? Heaven only knows.
Seaworthy credit? Like the Mary Rose!
Wegmans, Wayfair, Wakefern, Wickes …
(Let’s hope the builders wait to cash the check).
Another morning over. Turkey basted.
Last night, the almond cupcakes went untasted.
I don’t know why I go to all the trouble –
they raid the fridge for fudge and mayonnaise:
don’t call it eating. Kids today just graze.
Athletic greens, soya beans, proteins –
I sometimes think I’m living in a bubble.
Another morning down. The carpet hoovered.
The garbage bin unemptied, outmanouvered.
It looks so comfy, nestled in its cleft.
The city elders park outside their own,
so why can’t we? Is this a yellow zone?
Organic waste, paper chased, cadmium-laced.
Another morning gone. How many left?
Cadmium yellow
the terrestrial versions
on palette for air painters
birds with bright plumage
not colors straight from the tube
color theory complete
Harmony focus
a great dose of color joy
velvety feelings
sunflower beauty
in a world full of romance
force of attraction
Spin the carousel
exuberant atmosphere
with fascinating backdrops
ride rocking horses
hand painted by the rainbow
allows you to be seduced
God Painted the Heavens
"Divine Masterpiece"
The sky was shrouded dark and spiritless
God thereupon painted the heavens
Mixing and blending amber and lemon hues
with the brightest bright,
flickering fire behind the waves of clouds
then,
drawing a straight line on the horizon harmonizing color.
Blending thalo and cadmium red for its darkest tone
separating the clouds from the ocean giving it motion
Blending and feathering
contrasting colors
for a mirrored look,
as the sun gives a glaze finish
coming alive with His divine breath
10/10/2016
There’s a hell of a lot going on inside my mind
I wish I could tell you everything
The way you
always used to listen.
I wish I could run to you and share all of it
From my tiniest wins to my biggest falls
I’m dying to hear just one line from you:
“Say... I’m listening.”
All these unsaid words
They’re building up inside me
Like a nuclear chain reaction,
Each thought giving birth to a thousand emotions.
I wish you were still my cadmium rod
The one who could calm the storm
Who kept me steady
when everything inside was burning.
Can you imagine how difficult it is
For someone like me,
A heart-on-sleeve kind of soul,
To hold everything?
To pick up the phone
Only to put it right back down
Because I remember
You’re not there to hear it anymore.
I hold you ~
in wine rose reveries
in every waking sigh
amidst the cruel
cadmium coldness
peeling away the paradox
of veiled vulnerability
like wordless fervor
where the medieval marbles
of your molten metal aura
reside close to
the vermilion vibratos
of my violin heart
for the voice of this ache
skips an octave above
the hypnagogic heaviness
of our hushed haven,
illustrated
with bloodstone indigo
as the epitome of
love and pain… air and ash
salt and rain
without an
intrusive interruption
you are tamed
to the vampire veins
dressed in the
deepest tales of darkness
a divine devotee to
my addictive despair
where scarlet scriptures
of wildflower flames
taste the aurora tears
echoing through
centuries of archaic odes
still entranced and entrapped
like twin-fires healing
through the
feverish heat of hurt....
O beloved calligrapher
of my eclipsed sky ~
fear not the fickleness
of fleeting nights...
we are the purity
that passing moons
shall never fathom
never would we be cast ablaze
we remain
engrossed in the essence
of earth-soaked soil ~
fragranced
with frankincense faith…
oh ...
Gustav, how you pique the senses
captured passion's plural tenses
lovers twined in percale folds
caught supine with spattered golds
porcelain dolls in fetal slumbers
brushed sublime in tans and umbers
bold, the bleeds of Burnt Sienna
stippling scapes of fair Vienna
Yellow Ochre, Prussian Green
Cadmium Yellow, Blue Indanthrene
trees like soldiers, lilting boughs
abstractions spun of silken vows
ceilings meant to thus adorn
gilded graces - Heaven-borne
waters, tranquil - tresses, bare
a world composing textures, rare
you struggled long to e'er refine
your critics and uncommon line
subjects some then found appalling
yet, remained, your faithful calling
imbibing absinthe, sans a chaser
life you sketched with no eraser
and while we mortals can but dream
you left the world your gauzy gleam
so death would not define the worth
of genius meant to shake ...
the earth.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Klimt" Poetry Contest, Anthony Slausen, Judge & Sponsor.
My eyes are half closed for I fear to see
what worry and anxiety have made of me.
All day I have been twisted out of shape,
wincing at my disheveled appearance.
Life has taken a toll with its interference.
My mirrored face is a prism, a color spectrum,
frazzled reflections of the paths I've traveled.
It's no wonder I look completely unraveled
and seem to be moving in opposite directions.
I'm an abstract work of art, hastily brushed
with my own hand when I'm feeling rushed.
Blue when sadness tears my world in two,
Cadmium yellow on days when I feel mellow.
When anger tints darkness on my soul, my cheeks
are flushed with shades of pink. It's been weeks
since I've felt bold enough to paint with oils.
Misfortune leaves me feeling like used tin foil
or memories that should be buried in the soil.
I have need to gather all of my frazzled thoughts
and loosen them from the ropes that tether me.
Too many worries have wrinkled my facial parts
and from spying eyes that I despise, I need to be free.
Shivering sullen, silent all the time.
Suffering, wisdom, alone and sublime.
Where, O my oracle, shall I begin?
Blanch, light of Sin, nickel, cadmium, tin.
Hollow are hearts in the hill-towns, and why?
Dreams are a mystery passing us by!
Doom, thy coworker. O death, say a word.
Quartered by each third for flipping, old bird?
Tremendous temper-fount, volcanic fire!
Crater, thy rim is a pinnacled spire!
As for springtime, low are the levels and wet.
Red run regret, roundabout but well set...
Wily raccoon, the coyote, thy peer;
Sent us a message to grind in the gear.
O love, thy caresses have hope on the wing!
Solemnity, siren's song, arm in a sling.
Weathervane, point. Pain, agony, anoint.
Lightning, thy bolts do the dead man appoint.
Rare metal substances, deep in the ground?
Sound may surround what the looking-glass found.
Foundation, deep in the ocean's body?
Flickering firelight reflected by sea.
Young master, time will secure what you seek!
Poets and prophets through boneyards will creak...
Zenith below and white-capped with the snow.
Stern as a blow thrown by giants? Then go!
Dun desert air from all moisture set loose.
Forest, refuse what thy gods do not use.
Dithering dervishes, dole and duress.
Grim gambrel gangrel, gill, gauntlets to guess.
Heaven and Hell, have you seen me? Well, when?
Foxfire and frankincense burned on the fen...