Long Crater Poems
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*Image of Red Moon by Gifer.
Fright Features
1) Fright Night
Assured steps lead my costumed son,
dwells California night slight calm,
tugs tight-fitted guise sparse undone,
assured steps lead my costumed son,
plus kid brother midst stargazed fun,
his hand held in brother's cool palm,
assured steps lead my costumed son.
An Alameda porch shines bright,
as bold thumb press a doorbell ring,
a squire smiles at his silvered knight,
an Alameda porch shines bright,
answers tall clown causes a fright,
naive grabs sweets snub elder's cling,
an Alameda porch shines bright.
2) Fright Flight
A bright Livermore cloudless sky,
sits a Piper Cherokee plane,
my pilot friend, his wife and I,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Phoenix bound, 4-seater, breaths sigh,
took-off without a hitch fears wane,
a bright Livermore cloudless sky,
Comes a fear not to be ignored,
Meteor Crater, prayed plenty,
spirals down to a lift, restored
comes a fear not to be ignored,
Grand Canyon sights yon his dashboard,
some dive took, I flipped a penny,
comes a fear not to be ignored.
2020 August 03
Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness
I die everything night, you die every night too
This is our way of rejuvenating the body
This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky,
However, this is absolutely or definitely true
Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess
Which takes place from a certain time to the other
We die every night to pay a visit to another crater.
We die every night, if we're blessed, fortunate or lucky
We return to our natural living state, feeling rested
God in his divine and genial way created us that way
That's a given, we have no alternative; no other way
To change things. Sleep deep tonight, die slowly and lightly
Hoping that we'll wake-up the next hours alive and resuscitated.
Drowning in a slow sleep is a gift, die a little tonight
God will not keep us. This is wonderful; this is out of sight.
Hebert Logerie Friday, August 26, 2016
MEMENTO ON THE MOON
Constructed from moondust, a statue stands
Grey and almost now a part of the landscape
Built to represent mankind’s lunar exploration
But somehow feels like there is no celebration
Back on Earth TV, viewers’ mouths are agape
They see that the statue shows clasped hands
As if it’s a prayer perhaps even to be a guide
Dust with adhesive, moulded and compressed
Shaped well, and with sensitive understanding
The world’s economy means no more landing
Perhaps as a memento of better times, is best
On the lip of a crater quite near the dark side
It will fondly remember the touch of mankind
The blend of scientist, engineer and artist too
It wasn’t commissioned, just made on a whim
Inspired by rover trip to a nearby crater’s rim
And is meant as a hope for a more open view
That one day, joint space travel gets realigned
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
Mama bear pulls into Seattle with a roar
searching the neighborhoods of the poor
You hear me, come out from hiding ... my baby cub
mama has a pocketful of your favorite grub
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
There's a warm bed and shower to be had
so come out now, and stop being so mad
At every corner mama roars, stomps her feet
hoping upon a wishing well daughter's eyes meet
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
She sings her song over and over, hoping a prayer
is answered by her, and not another naysayer
Fear is born as fruits of her labor rot
but mama keep swimming up river for her baby tot
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
hello, Paris it's mama dearest
On a crescent moon, lost in a crater, daughter sleeps
in a dilapidated room on flea infested bed with a creep
Such fate of what a warm voice does to someone that's cold
her precious gifts and youthful innocence stolen
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
hello, Paris come out wherever you be
connie pachecho
12/30/16
Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing,
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining.
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring.,
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward climbing?
Though skin is rough and jagged as scoria litter that surrounded,
there beats a heart recognized by all the vanquished ghosts of Mars.
Was this love, don't know..,tho' never felt quite so astounded.
Perhaps startled to realize, it was I..,snared by her eyes in fawning stars.
Pitiful, mortal creatures molded by divine hands such as we,
learn only now, the cosmos proves bearable only through love.
And so I'll starve tonight, and tomorrow, and perhaps forever be.,
though joyous still..,no longer alone, or taunted by constellations above.
At last you take wing again, watch you soar away into the starlit night,
this day found love to save, and let your spirit go in merciful flight.
~~My apologies to Carl Sagan~~
Sleeping volcano
Volcano in slumber state, now at rest seems inert inactive,
but can erupt at any moment becoming reactive,
even may act instantaneous, spontaneous.
Sleeping volcano may be furious like Vesuvius
that showed last days of Pompei.
Walked along the charcoal blended rim of burnt ashes
on boundary of crater formed as bye-product pf last explosion.
Felt heat of molten lava as if still oozing.
Here and there scattered pieces of porous pumice rock.
I sat on the brim of a tarn full of clean clear water.
The day was chilled in late December.
Yet, I sensed hot fumes to visualize nightmare of catastrophe.
Presently comatose volcano may be benign,
whether in deep sleep or apparent stop gap,
or slowly initiating volcanic convulsion in deep chasm, not sure.
Current status static, all quiet,tranquil.
Sudden outburst may cause devastation.
I will just vanish with my muse and imagery.
Sleeping Volcano may wake up next nanosecond
to exhibit its vigorous violence.
01/12/19
Third Place
'Sleeping Volcano' Contest by Eve Roper.
Late JAN 2019 Contest by Brian Strand
As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon,
A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed
The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon
Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.
The last flickering of Sun vanished and it was time.
Darkened, It was time for hunting and to be hunted.
The primordial cycle of hunt began in a raw chime
Of survival for the fittest. All hunt now enchanted.
Night here is so horrifying, even the Breeze dares
To sound its airy hum. Predators roam everywhere.
From the high branches, dark caves, dark soil-crater
And thick bushes, the primordial Eye of Death stares.
The Primordial creatures trample, fly, glide, clutch
With their teeth, claws, peaks soaked in the blood.
Creatures perish, new creatures emerge here in such
A world of Hunters, Hunted. All wander like cloud.
Wind sculptured peaks mountain firmament,
sand polished rocks aged permanent.
Content of grace of many destinies,
blending shades and light sanctuaries.
Trivial visions forever to please,
scented freedom in the breeze.
Peremptory mystic clear,
sunlight beams and no fear.
Absurdity in no conduct,
smiting the chords that sucked.
Heartfelt thunder to convey,
body imprisoned portray.
Memories and voices of the orator,
wonderings at the abyss by the crater.
Lost marches by the brave,
prayers of might from the grave.
The holy coil recognized by rhythm,
eternal numbers all forgiven.
Shallow kisses with little meaning,
purpose driven preening.
Fainted lights to upper doors,
mount paradise and its floors.
Secrets of celestial treasures,
hymns in comprehending measures.
The cradle of all lights the same,
the spirit recognized its became.
Billions of years in the universe of time, millions of solar systems
galaxies, living stars, dead stars, speeding starlights of dead worlds
My solitude is this life, scud through in infinity, in the space, a cold life
I am just a pebble, like my brothers in the ocean. This is our life
No one understands us. Suffering my asteroid heart. I can’t land
I can’t find a stable place for my billions of years old life. Oh God!
I can’t find a heart, a lifemate, a love, a woman, I can’t create a family
Because I have to move always. My end is the scud, the speed. Hmm
No stop. Never. Just go, go, go… No time to die. But I need. Long this
Hmm. My nature, my life is my end. If I land, then I will explode
Nothing will remain of my life
Just my invisible grave in the crater
Hmm
This is
The Poor
Asterid
Life
I will continue my life
In the ocean
Lord, lead me not into temptation
Away you, I'm not sure, teach me not
This exercise in longing, I will forget
Your verse of homelessness, as your son
Illuminate the distance between me, and you
Forgive me, your garden trespassed, don't
Exile me out into forlorn space again
Heaven and satellites are your art
Here on my moon far from the sun, you
Lead me to that lonesome capsule, back
Where a stained spacesuit hides me, listen
To the hissing suit sweet-talking me, I go
Wearing that damned suit, pull down the visor
To cover my face from your rays, head
To my own sea of tranquility alone
On the dark side of the moon, far
From your reach, I’ll own my kingdom
From your moondust, build a sand castle of sin
On the rim of an unholy crater, I’ll declare
Independence from your colonial rule
I’ll put on this old suit of debauchery again
Until you strip your prodigal child, attempting
A break from orbit, telling me I have all I need
For a moonshot closing the distance
Deliver me from a solitary capsule, lifeless
On the cold lunar surface, temptation lives
Stay my evil hand that turns the airlock
Watch me float out the hatch from afar, hiss
Your gravity too heavy to bear, God, watch
Me bounce to the dark side of the moon
Though here comes the sun again, coax
Me a sinner unbaptized by midnight
Each revolution, you test my faith
Turn not distance to despair, rather
Instill the space between, patience
Turn not my freedom to anarchy, but
Faith in tethered orbits, closer
Turn not my soul into a cancer, hungry
Temptations eating a moon misled
Thy will be undone away from you