Long Defrosted Poems
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Frozen sky and frost fastened ground
In the mystique mask of departing light
They meet in the abode of those departed.
The identities dissolve in inseparable oneness
Bringing together in seamless proximity
The living and the dead
In gripping stillness and in deafening silence
In fading light and in gloomy desolateness
Of the graveyard in the wasteland reclaimed
All engraved in the consumed life’s winter frame.
Defoliated trees clad in somber grief
Stand static as the shadowless sentinels
Lest those lying beneath the stones resurrect
And fly away with the northern wind.
The children of the past born under the sun
Left behind the warmth in the distant hearts
When time came to find a place within the earth.
The lonesome bouquet laced with love not yet dead
Carries the frozen fragrance of remembrance.
The defrosted soul may rise someday as mist
Enwrap the lives enfolded within despair
Of the cold embrace of the dried drops of tear.
Written : September 16, 2017
April 24, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick D, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Frozen air and frost gripping the ground
within the mystique mask of twilight,
bring together in seamless proximity
the living and the dead.
They meet at the edge of time,
the identities dissolve in seizing silence
of the graveyard in wasteland reclaimed,
all enclosed within life’s winter frame.
Defoliated trees wrapped in dismal grief,
stand static as shadowless sentinels,
lest those lying beneath the cold stones
fly away with the northern wind.
The lonesome bouquet laced with love
lays the frozen fragrance of remembrance,
enticing the defrosted soul to rise someday,
hold the living in warm embrace.
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June 17, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest
Spring tramples the detachment of cold
it heals a winter's damaged heart
Buds peddle new beauty as trees poke
roots from defrosted ground
Barn swallows swoop in the cool air
of sparse meadows
To rest, to breed in man made roofs
A barn's hideaway nooks, soothing
like a Sinatra tune
Birds of blue plummage
tail feather streamers, deeply forked
under breasts of white streaks
like jet smoke flashes
Witt, witt sounds, cheerful chirps
that fill dark rafters
that spice a world pushing itself to spring
Hot specks of flutter
Unmuted yearning
Chirps, feather light, a bounce of canoodling
Bits of song that come and go
like lovers kissing in the hay below
Poem composed: February 21, 2021
It is not in question anymore, that my heart and I want different things
we work in different ways though we are not different beings
sometimes I want to have some alone time
my heart will not agree, it wants to take part at all times
I don’t like to allow my heart to make decisions
But it does anyway, without my permission
while I am busy figuring out my life and looking for solutions
it has made us both seem delusional
Imagine me, being coerced to feel some emotions
It has been quite long since I felt this emotional
I have been in control of my heart and it’s been frozen like ice
But the tingly feeling in my heart has persisted and its nice
My heart has been defrosted; it’s beginning to feel warm again
I am glad that it is real and not a game
I will follow my heart this time and convince my mind to do the same
There is no point trying to deny what I feel, so I will let the ship sail
I don my towerin' torque at a jaunty angle when I prepare my cuisine!
Eat yer heart out, Gordon Ramsey; of all the world's chefs I'm the dean!
I can whip up a delectable repast in a trice from a can of pickled spam!
I've appointed myself the world's greatest chef - that I am, that I am!
Ain't nothin' better'n my ravioli heated from a can of Chef-Boy-Ardee,
Or a tasty frozen pie or cake defrosted in my microwave from Sara Lee!
Why, I can heat up a canned ham quicker'n Emeril Lagasse can utter "bam"!
I'll say it agin, I'm the world's greatest chef - that I am, that I am!
Try my tasty Eggo waffles or pancakes that I forge in my toaster,
Or the magnificent stews that I concoct from Dinty Moore in my roaster!
People rave about my sandwiches of Skippy peanut butter and Smucker's jam!
Are you convinced I'm the world's greatest chef? I think I am, I think I am!
I learned the art of grillin' hot dogs at French culinary ecole Le Cordon Bleu,
And it was there I cultivated my skill fer broilin' burgers on the barbecue!
I invite you to try a bowl of my delicious Campbell's New England clam!
I'll repeat it agin, I'm the world's greatest chef (or at least I think I am)!
The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
Former President, Ronald Dump, who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning the ‘No Bull’ Peace Prize in December 2018, has been successfully defrosted.
Ronald Dump recently defeated his son, former President Barrrrron Van Dump, in the lunar by-election. President Dump will be taking up his forty year term at his office-in-the-round penthouse suite at ‘Lunar-Tic Towers’. This magnificent golden palace-like structure is situated on the fringes of the 29th bunker on the dark side of the moon. Naturally, it is a member’s only golf club and entry is strictly by special invitation only. It will be staffed by scantily costumed Honey-Bunny girls and models who the Dump handpicks. They will attend to every need and whim of his guests, unless he requires their expertise "handling."
President Dump will be supported by his android wife, Argenta, (humanoid model number 3060 with real hair and life-like body parts) who superseded the old model 'Milionairluva', who sadly could not be revived due to silicon and botox poisoning which ran rampantly throughout her Barbie doll body
The Lunar-Tic Towers will be totally off limits to the paparazzi so there can be no photographs taken of the Irn Bru brewing facility of his favourite drink which was banned in Scotland. He seeks to insure that no "fake news" stories are leaked by the press.
In his bid to tackle rising unemployment, currently standing at 99.6%, Dump will be advised by his new best friend and strategist, Kym Dung Hung Lo. This humanitarian almost obliterated the human race by detonating a nuclear warhead at the Dung Hung Lo Toy Factory which was caused when Dung Hung Lo threw his dolly out of the pram. So impressed by such a move, Dump hired him and invited Dung Hung Lo to be his number 2 to succeed him.
May God bless the earth, what little is left of her .. she needs all the help she can get with these two lunar tics in charge
6/1/18
100 year Contest sponsored by Brian Davey
[The primary cause of the 1986 space shuttle disaster was an O-ring of a design that hadn’t been tested below fifty degrees. But hey... it’s Florida, right?
That fateful night before the launch, the temperature went through the floor. That O-ring became brittle, leading to its subsequent failure. Perversely, when the O-ring first failed the solid fuel blocked the now open Joint. Alas a strong side wind caused the fuel to shift allowing the leak which led to the disaster that followed.
NASA managers had been advised in 1977 about the possibility of calamitous flaws developing in the O-rings at low temperature, but little was done.
On the morning of the launch NASA managers were advised of extremely low temperatures in the night preceding the launch. Launch was delayed by two hours to allow ice to melt but, even at launch, temperatures were below the
O-ring’s tested range. The launch was allowed to progress in spite of these warnings.]
[This poem borrows some content from my poem ‘No God Of Mine’.]
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Set for its tenth foray up into space
Challenger writ upon stark carapace
For every contingency, no expense thrifty
And sometimes the mercury drops below fifty
Brittle components barely discussed
But what dragged the mercury into the dust
Seven the number of highly trained crew
Count seventy two, then the whole thing blew
A Florida chill and an Atlantic gust
Precipitation; ash, fire and dust
Devilish snowflakes that flutter and dance
Through somebody’s devil-may-care negligence
Seek it and tag it and bag it all up
The stuff that came down from what had gone up
Forensic inspections shall raise questions that
Forensic Inspectors call smelling a rat
Too cold the night for an untested o-ring
Not really news when people are knowing
A spacecraft that’s barely defrosted of ice
Just send her up, Lads, that’ll be nice
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Phoenix Defrosted
Given by the Sun God the good of the moon and some lucky stars
he sits full of fortune love and still in miraculous amazement under
the bright rays of southern soil soaking unbelievable kindness and
mutual compassion granted by soul searching and Higher Power
Love had been made before from a different fabric and the colours had
quietly faded to screaming silence frozen into glaciers’ clefts of darkness
Chances lead the way and permafrost was not forever when the mask
came off with all its distortions mangled ice melting into novel beginnings
It took him searching of feeling thought desire and some meeting of minds
revisiting gently rigorously what had appeared to be the only prospect
one of soundless demise and shattering unfeasible stagnant arrest in the
prison of domination wilted marred marriage depression and torment
Agony struck and it however ignited a passion unknown a mating and union
conjoined at hips and above for always and in all ways a heartfelt dance with
the Universe high and below inside and within a mango grooved delta of
Venus hot soothing lava engulfing new lovers’ poetic trees in poetry’s motion
Considering failure in cause and success in effect of landslides misfortune
bad luck and bad choices he is fortuitously graced now to thank destiny
constellation of karma kismet pure hard worked for chances where one thing
leads to another when the ashes are reshuffled and second fire is sublime
06th September 2016
[Written during a twelve hour power cut caused by
Storms this past winter]
The storm that arrived in the depth of the night
Got even worse with the new morning’s light
Although I presumed that they’d already know
I contacted the electricity co
I asked if they knew the whole town had gone dark
Are you fixing it or just having a lark
I think that I upset the man on the phone
He told me to wear a coat inside my home
Just listen to me, I said to the geezer
I think you should know I’ve got a dead freezer
Without any leccy it’s gonna defrost
And all of its contents are gonna be lost
We’re trying to sort it all out said the man
But I would suggest that you eat what you can
So I checked the freezer to sort out my tea
My cooker is gas which is lucky for me
I made my selection from my warming freezer
Fish fingers and chips… and ice cream and pizza
Sausages, drumsticks, a tasty rib-eye
Two rocket lollies, a steak and ale pie
Some prawns that I think have defrosted before
(I’m still gonna eat them because I’m not sure)
Some old sausage rolls from Christmas last year
A fisherman’s pie I’d forgotten was here
Another small pizza with awful fake cheese
An out of date bag full of freezer burned peas
Four quarter pounders and thinly sliced beans
I think I might loosen the belt of my jeans
Get out of my way!
I’m in my car and I’ve got to be first all the way.
I’ve got to prove something about myself.
Number one me all the time, has to be me, no one else.
Get out of my way!
It’s says 37.5 hours on my contract but I’ll give them an extra ten all the way.
I’ve got to prove something to the man.
Laugh at unfunny jokes and talk football, no problem.
Get out of my way!
Be the man in the team! In the clique, must be neat to be me.
Miss my kids dance competition for bevvies with the office lads.
Flirt with young women while she’s at home cooking my tea.
I wear the trousers in my house, yeah, that’s right, that’s me!
Get out of my way!
Calm down old timer. New blood’s here and here to stay.
See how they all laugh at his jokes now.
Wow, I had hair like that, I did… wow.
All the office girls flirt with the young guy with his taught, unblemished skin. Square jaw, bright eyes, full smile, great hair, youth flair, damn that enigmatic thing!
I’m invisible to their smiles with my fading hair, hopeful glare and saggy skin!
Can I get past please?
I gave this place my everything.
I sacrificed time with my wife and my kids.
I was cool but now I’m defrosted it seems.
Remember when we did that guys, in that pub, thar was me?
Yeah but that’s not hip now old timer, just your sad history!
Get out of my way.
You promised to do the lawn today. I’ll fix that gate you did say!
The grandkids are coming tonight for the next three days.
But, I told the lads I’d meet them for a few bevvies after work later today.
You don’t work any more, just make sure you fix the gate, do the lawn and get your grandkids some pop and ice cream later today and for goodness sake please just get out of my way.