Long Coals Poems
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Trickle, river fickle.
Step lively by the side.
Fate, thy strictures tickle!
Hell, Heaven, woe betide!
Wind atop the high cliff wall?
Funeral, thy pall.
Cherry blossoms, heft to haul.
End Times, give a call...
Thunderbolt, hover above.
Levee, fail to hold.
Fit, misfortune! O my glove!
Coals within, glow gold...
Will of human beings?
It must not have the clout.
Everybody, pack thy things!
Doubt, begin thy bout!
Ruin, cover all our world.
Dim hope, flee from here.
Dark fire, lava, how you hurled!
Grind them, O my gear...
Ravine out back, what to pack?
Stuff it in a crack!
Failure, will you? Fade to black?
Turn about and tack!
Sullen honeysuckle?
How better to make wine?
Bridge, beneath their feet buckle!
Doom, undying dine...
I prey on your principles, with a thick claw stabbing through the bone,
Into the soft recesses below the layers of hardened counterfeit
I feast on your innards before you know I exist,
And when the emptiness hits,
Your judgement does hiss
I cross the coals with chilled alertness,
Fire burning into the soles I have licked
They clobber onto me till I see stars
And I wait till their fiery suns die in their pique of agony
I see you for who you are, bare skeleton,
With no more eyes to see,
And no more ears to hear
I see you for what you were always destined to be—
Powdered bones in the wasteland of Forgotten
And as your returned dust does blow through hot, whimpering winds
I take your condemnatory eyes,
And your crooked ears,
And I profess loudly to the nether land,
“No soul shall rest upon here!”
Apology to the missus at nighttime...
first day of January
two thousand and twenty three.
While the wife then in the process
of leaving a telephone message
for our eldest daughter,
(on vacation, thus unreachable)
her cajoling tone of voice
beckoned, intimated, and _underscored
curiosity to discover
how romance blossomed
between first born
and soulmate of offspring
while both progeny and
Puerto Rican young man
both freshmen in the same dormitory
at University of Pennsylvania.
I unthinkingly blurted out
thy spouse acting nosy
triggering cascading denial
of marital transgressions
(quite brutish and nasty of me)
scoring invisible black barbs
upon tender flesh
seriously contemplating divorce
to implement bartered bride
blithely cavorting with bonnie lass
abandoning desirability, eternity, fidelity...
adopting following motto de jure
gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
How innocuous for spouse clamoring
to get low down how biological daughter
came upon midnight clear
acquainting, befriending, cohabiting...
eventual future linkedin lucky man
at least once upon a poem ago
aforementioned perfect match
(like two peas in a pod).
Seconds after the rather
sarcastic word (nosy) uttered
yours truly wished he never blurted
underhanded stinging rebuke.
Whether twas love toward the spouse
who approximately twenty seven years prior
yours truly pledged troth and vowed
to uphold sanctified covenant,
when me late father in law
escorted his "baby"
down the wedding aisle.
Nevertheless I blurted out
acid tinged comment
(as iterated above)
generated an after effect
recounting me being unfaithful husband
suddenly nauseous surge
induced gag reflex
synonymously tasting like bile
no amount of washing mouth out with dial
could affect comparable retraction
wanting to turn back hands of time
best recourse would necessitate
severing ties with humanity
and accepting nothing short of exile
(for questing, trespassing, violating...
acquiescence toward verboten fruit)
walking barefoot over hot coals
every last desolate mile
despite exhibiting weariness
qua swiftly tailored harried style
years later still experiencing
gruelling emotional trial.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
singed by sullen Sol, not stayed by Poseidon's hand;
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Impenitent, sky rains ash blackening the night.
Fire sends a smoky pall upon the sea and land,
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Fire eats: the air, snuffs man's breath; highlighting their plight,
all hands on deck, the Captain calls, out his command.
Aflame, aflame, tall ship burns, see their masts ignite.
Hell's inferno comes calling on this sun lit night,
foul winds blow, fire roars, and so the flames are fanned;
burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight.
Without their ship, crews are lost to a debtors blight.
Up the went like scarecrows shriven by the brand,
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Cinder shower catch the dock; workers run in fright.
Pain and heartache fill the wharf; still, they must disband.
Burnished gold, aged bronze patinaed by the firelight
aflame, aflame, tall ships burn, see their masts ignite.
Keelmen Heaving in Coals by Night' by Turner
Published by Dual Coast 2014
ARROWS & TOMORROW
We sow
It grow
With hoe?
God knows
It shows
We pose
Hell rose
So low
Shooting arrows
Bleeding rose
Bloody nose
Oh no!
My marrow
Ahhhw!!!
Pain, slow,
This arrow
Body hollow
Drill holes
Full bowls
Bleeding holes
Eyes close
Arms froze
To toes
Death ooze
Overdose
Like booze
Too close
Need coals.
Its cold.
Don't go!
SAY NO!!
NEVER SORROW
HOPE TOMORROW
Float solo
Like Jack-Sparrow
Saw tomorrow
Now arose!
Everything goes
Away in-tows
Hole enclose
Heal loopholes
Life
I choose,
Because
HE lives
I CAN
Face tomorrow.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © 2015
Two naked bodies lying face to face
Conversing silently locked eye to eye
He gently pulls away from her embrace
His loving touch exudes her ardent sigh
The rhythm of the moment had begun
Entangling arms and legs the stillness breaks
Like dancers moving gracefully as one
They share hot burning fires of give and take
As rapture comes she shudders in his arms
His perspiration falls like summer rain
Encore performance rings a new alarm
With tender kisses he assures no shame
The glowing coals are banked for warmth at night
Slow burning flame will rise with morning light
by Daniel turner
Don't make mountains out of mole hills,
And strife and trouble seek.
Don't look for hidden meanings,
In the words that people speak.
Don't sit among the ashes,
Of bygone scenes of stife,
Stirring coals of anger,
To bring them back to life.
You don't have to look for trouble,
It finds you in time.
Seek instead to be content,
Your character refine.
Let the past stay buried,
Unless there be some boon,
T'will make your burden lighter,
And heal an open wound.
"GRUDGE NOT ONE AGAINST ANOTHER BRETHREN, LEST YE BE CONDEMNED."
James 5:9
Silhouette of trees dressed in chiffon prints
Oaks, pines, maples tossing their hair
I trail along their rumba curve
way down to where glazed bushes nestle.
Above roasted sail of Laguna River
crossing a moat...today, foliage begins to seethe
on flamed leaves amidst summer’s embrace,
as more timber follow a float
where mauve petals kiss the air.
The bronzing of glens and wheezing of mist
reach a coaled ember of summer fire,
cluster of moments drapes veined trunk
with sniff of earthy scent, reminding me
how lush the branches swell against heat
of August ‘s coals when two pairs of arms
brush the stars with paint of reveries.
Warm the meeting of palms fondling the barks
In a dizzy sketch of romance, and then,
Like a curl of ambrosial boughs in rumba dips,
Trees hold passion’s charade, until...
Charlotte Puddifoot's Vibrant Verse 2 Contest
- new poem
Ho! Ho! Ho! It's sure a tight squeeze.
I was able to go down the chimney with ease
and miss the bed of coals.
Mrs. Santa is right; I have to start the New Year with new goals.
Everyone must have just gone to bed because the cocoa is still hot.
Chocolate chip cookies and hot cocoa will really hit the spot.
Oh, yes sir can't hurt their feelings. I'll sit, and take of my boots and rest
by the stone hearth from the cold burr and hang loose before I head west.
A mouse came scavenging for a bite of the chocolate chip cookie,
took one look at me and climbed on my lap snuggling in beside me.
Before, the snow starts to stir and reindeer decide to leave me behind;
I'll leave their Christmas gifts under the tree since they were so kind.
Slip on my leather black coal boots trimmed in faux fur,
back on my sleigh full of gifts for the kids before I forget how many there were.
12/2/2017
In the deepest sea of heartbreak I sit.
Observing how Satan has not only taken
people's hearts and wits!
He owns each one of them, who do not
value all life.
They adore him as a spouse,trusts their
beloved wife.
I want no connections with people who
adore themselves.
They treat all, as if..tin cans on a shelf.
He has defunded people of their very souls.
And roams this earth each night with eyes
as red, hot burning coals.
Murder now, in huge numbers, is astronomical.
Satan's sons and daughters find this both
insignificant and comical?
Save me, Lord, from that horrible fate.
Hide me behind your wisdom and loving gates.
9/2/2021
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