Long Explode Poems
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I shall forever remain
a night’s celestial pilgrim
meandering beneath
the skyscape’s towering dome --
And along the cobblestone
of luminous runways,
jewels of flamed beamers seem to flick
beyond earth’s tableau as the grandeur
from anonymous stars explode,
That I imagine Orion’s groove
whirling around a trillion cosmic moons—
nameless yet ascertained...
for some percieved reason, each nova
circles on its own orbital zone
pulsing then ebbing through my
enigmatic impression ... until
I am devoured by each shimmer,
each odyssey, each dancelight--
making my quill’s ink curdle again.
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish 8/22/2020
The Greek poet Hesiod, really knew his stuff
He told of the trials and tribulations, and all that mythological fuss
Sired by Poseidon as the horse-god, foaled by Medusa with snake hair
Pegasus born a winged horse divine; to others it was not fair
His mother died decapitated, by young Perseus son of Zeus
Some say it was as her blood stained the ground, and that was her use
Zeus took this winged horse and sent him to thunder bring
Because he wanted to be thunder holder, as he was the Olympian King
Pegasus the bringer, of aqua springs wherever his feet touched
Sent by Poseidon to mount Helicon, to stop it swelling too much
The rapturous songs of the muses,
Poseidon thought the Mount would explode
Pegasus did alight, to lighten the pressure untold.
Zeus then took Pegasus, after many exciting excursions
A wondrous thunder carrying beast
And to lighting he had no aversions.
He placed him the sky as Pegasus the constellation
As we search the skies we see him, he is there for the duration.
© GG 17/06/2013
My autopsy room is a confessional,
where killers in absentia divulge
their sins through bodies
rigid and frigid, mutilated and mute.
Graffiti of abrasions, contusions and lacerations
reenact without deceit or reservations
a catalogue of perversions and violations.
Rage, hatred, greed, jealousy, sickness
explode and leave behind vandalized anatomies,
a *********** of naked emotions
in the topography of vacated husks.
Silently, they talk.
With my eyes, I listen.
They confide in me about themselves too,
these chatty cadavers,
about their public faces and private hell.
Tattoos speak of loves and obsessions,
silicone breasts betray insecurities,
medications reveal internal insurgencies,
needle marks give away muffled screams,
cirrhosis lets on alcoholic dreams.
A hundred foibles preserved by the
candor of rigor mortis,
each corpse an abridged,
unfinished biography.
By the end of their final confessions, the departed
have parted with their burdens of secrets.
In death much more than in life,
there is honesty.
Still, I take comfort in the lies of the living.
The Birth of a Spring Poem 1925 N/A No 1295
The Birth of a Spring Poem 1925 N/A Open Poetry 8
"The only limit to the gardens of the world is in my mind" ~~The Poet~~
I wait till mystical inspirations comes,
Thoughts often turn to sugar plums.
Surges of honey drops, beaming.
Gorgeous sensation of nectar streaming,
Fresh from the hive, as bees frolic,
Not a sign of being melancholic.
In the misty moonshine,
Pollen from the jasmine on the vine.
Surrendering sweetness, they make,
From each colorful flower they take,
Glistening gleaming flight,
All through the night,
on gossamer Wings in sassafras groves.
Sunflowers blooming in droves.
Thought waves explode,
As poetry overflowed,
Premonitions please my senses.
Now no need for pretenses.
Scent of lilac cakes freshly baked,
Covered with almonds softly flaked.
Lilies promenade across the green,
Creating an idyllic scene.
Created by His loving hand.
Lovers of nature will understand.
White heather blossoms in tune.
Harmony of summer coming soon.
With symphonies exploring,
The bluebird overhead souring.
Enchanted wafting stars dance,
Trickling gold frost as they prance.
Soft melodies point setting,
The onset of Spring no-one regretting.
Men are all born the same, with equal worth,
Irrespective of where they greeted earth,
With right to live their life, the right to breathe,
The right to learn freely, the right to weave
Their own tender dreams out of their free will,
To mount on hill tops or to stand up still.
Men are born free, with no chains them to hold,
Their stories of life waiting to unfold,
The right to speak the truth, the right to pray,
To opt for their path and elect their way,
The right to freely voice their opinion
And associate themselves in unions.
Oft, shadows slowly stretch and darkness creeps
When rights are cajoled or driven to sleep,
When bawling bellies bite and voices fade,
When worries and wrath usher men in shade
When seeds of hate silently start to sprout
When calm voices suddenly start to shout.
Then germs of war are set and bombs explode,
With vast infrastructure lost down the road,
Children moaning in darkness with despair,
Just left to themselves without any care
After saddening loss of their father,
The stressful fate of their distressed mother.
Yet peace is not an impossible dream,
Like stars in the sky, it silently gleams,
It unfolds with kindness, gentle and true,
With a helping hand and positive view,
Respect for others and belief in peace,
Above all, keeping one`s words without cease.
Real forgiveness offered may mend wounds,
Offer chance to start anew, sing new tunes,
Build all badly battered bits left behind,
Shape afresh a bright future for mankind,
Protect the lawful rights for every soul
And at end, make the world a peaceful whole.
Peace is not just absence of frightful war,
It is real justice, with open door,
A warm world where diverse voices can thrive
And every heart can truly be alive,
Where basic human rights are not vain words,
But a truth that will not ever be blurred.
Full Metal Clown, I don't know another life/
So I walk around on egg shells, with people thinking I'm crazy/
I live a metal life, with a clown mentality/
So I rock out when I roll, this is my reality/
I continue to rise, I climb the mountain to the top/
I unload my lyrics, just so you can upload/
I took YouTube by storm, my music put hair on your chest/
My picture on YouTube is blue but I'm really not blue/
My metal top notch, so I give you a shipload/
Turn me up loud till your speakers explode/
We are in the day and age of Symphonic Metal/
They are trying to kill the game, and I'm the crucifix,/
The prefix, the suffix, and all in between,/
With a nasty rare swag, but my style Mr. Clean/
I'm probably the only one with this many tattoos/
Who lives a clean, sober, legit life like the purest clown/
They celebrate my music like a festival/
I make dudes shiver, I make women quiver/
I'm unapologetic, I'm not a forgiver/
Be my friend but never hate on me cuz if you hate, you damn yourself/
My life is day to day, looking for that relief/
I'm a proud clown with a rhyme in my swag/
I see death around the corner, I tell him come and play/
If I owe him my life, then the Devil have to pay/
If I really have to pay, it will be in down payments/
Just a little at a time, I'm just trying to make it/
I'm a disobeyer, you a clown portrayer/
No, I'm not Buffy, but I'm a guitar slayer/
To all metal betrayers, I'll turn a popstar into a metal head/
I will hold the game down, in any event/
You other clowns are experimental, you need development/
Your rhyme is sentimental, it's just too gentle/
My flow is full throttle, it's a tough pill to swallow/
No pun intended, this not the Apollo/
Ha, pun is intended, this is not the Apollo/
All you metal heads are just too soft and hollow/
My full metal style got the game in a web/
You just caught up in the middle so put it on my tab/
North wind has gone back to polar abode
Chilled clouds have flown out on wings of winter
Made way for sunny south wind to enter
Write on rippling breeze for the spring an ode
The humming birds sing when dawn would explode
Swarming butterflies would shed sky’s color
On dew drenched meadow sparkling in splendor
Spring in air designs motifs in a code.
Lining the lone garden path flowers sway
Through star dust we walk the night together
Our dreams would talk, we have no word to say
Scent of scenic spring is on us to stay
In summer love soaked flowers won’t wither
Because nothing can take our smile away.
Written : March, 14, 2018
May 16, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice F, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
I have known pain.
How to hide it as I live with it
Stuffed down
The muffled sound
Of objections to be silenced
It's latent trait subject to violence
I wait for grey skies
And hope that it will rain
So that my tears blend in unseen
The unacquitted tears
From yester-years
A smokescreen
I struggle to see past the haze
It’s extreme.
I listen to music on the radio
My voice echoes to the tune
Melancholy melodies
That wrap like a cocoon
Distant and sad songs
I sing along
Side by side the words
That reflects my pain for so long.
Just like my childhood and my home
The silence of my phone
Strangely comforts me.
Familiar emptiness
Words I can’t express
Memories repressed
I sat there numbly.
Skillfully mincing
Words I don't feel
Meant to conceal
While voices in my head
Breath threats of exposure
- Relentlessly.
Where is the door to closure
I desperately need?
My pain and laughter blend
I wear a smile
I pretend
And no one is the wiser.
Pain settles like a geyser
Waiting to explode
As I fight the urge to give in and implode.
I runaway I try to hide
I don't know where to run to.
I long for grey skies
That speak of rain
Inviting pain
Like lover's
That cry in ecstasy
I give myself completely
So that my tears remain unseen.
at the tail-end of a question,
intense suspense
builds, and builds...
about to reach its climax
and explode
like a stick of dynamite.
a s p h y x i a t i n g,
fear of rejection;
that clings to him like a barnacle...
as he waits desperately
for what feels like
an eternity...
to hear the answer
in which the foundation of dreams
sits upon.
each second, a torture;
anxiously a n t i c i p a t i n g
one word....YES!
With wind wisps, she sways like a tipsy sailor,
dressed in queenly array that'd impress any tailor,
with gentle petals, as soft as a lofty gown
and stamen arranged like a radiant, jeweled crown.
Bachelor buttons are sown, as if to a lovely garment.
The garden ground's an art, like a patchwork raiment.
Her highness is surrounded with likeness guests,
all seeming to await beauty pageant quests.
Their stems reach high, like skyward towers.
Cosmos explode like star-spangled showers.
Roses lift generously to sift their sultry scent.
Ornamental bluebells hang within their element.
Carnations wave at humble bumblebees,
who speak softly to poppies and daisies,
who reach the gaze of cheerful children,
who teach awe and simplicity again and again.