Long Geyser Poems
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Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"
Lesson obstruction,
but more so an over
whelming flood of ideas
makes dredging, conceiving
than giving birth
to an amenable notion
more difficult than grabbing,
(even a tony tiger) by the tail,
who readily admits
said titled quasi moniker
denoting onset, sans
(to experience authorial dearth)
of satisfactory acceptable theme
(first to pinpoint, than expound)
more accurate generalization
cerebral struggle
regularly visits this Earth
ling, when embarking upon
a literary creative enterprise,
thus gluttonous analogy
to swollen girth
after gorging ravenous
appetite on verge
to keel (crushing
screened iron curtain garrison)
over 'pon arduously
(belching at every
step, viz process),
while lumbering
to heavenly hearth,
(a Homeric Odyssey) filling
the dining hall with mirth,
thus, I hoop fur
ewe dear reader,
spending your time
whiz wool worth
the effort receiving insight about,
how this logophile really
haint goot much clout
to boast, (nor doth,
he...wrack his mind
to coon sitter) himself devout
lee gifted, (cuz...he aint),
nor does yours truly
make pretenses to flout
any arrogance, bombast,
conceit, et cetera,
yet avers pain
staking effort
(akin to sinking grout)
to plug up gushing geyser of
superfluous excess bursting,
competing, and exploding
beyond capacity of this lout
finding me (a
piggish porcine – person)
hogtied with no
recourse but to pout
reaching pig tailed wits end,
as pertains to this poetic scout,
who welcomes inspirational uber lyft
through swiftly tailored
harried sty hill.
EPISODIC POLITICAL MOCKERY
Legislative trials are roaming;
Congressional criminals
Gaining more freedom to re-chain
Our growing liberty:-
Today’s bombed and pre-bombed
Societies and us are becoming
So similar in judicial acts of inequality:-
For us, the Constitution has become
As a stretched rubber band
Of negative jurisprudence—
And in today’s apathetic joyous modernity,
We too, seem to approach a modern-day
Diabolical bombing Civil War situation:-
Remember, all choices have their
Accompanying consequences;
Be they sweet Moonlake-like
Or geyser waterfall-like:-
After today’s extended Breaking News episodes,
I am praying this Just Different poetic prose flow,
Will be of an awareness thought-provoking
Brain-shore frothing consequence:-
The sink began muttering after breakfast. It gargled secrets in purple gurgles.
Something below shouted, "Let her go! Let her go!" I pulled the plug with gusto.
Down went Tuesday, toast crumbs first. The pipes cheered with hollow hiccups.
Memories circled the S-bend twice, Then vanished with a bubbling belch.
Then up shot a geyser of filthy foam. I let out a cry and groan. "Why
me, you shifty Gurgler Burglar? You've stolen my breakfast!" Now
you're after lunch as well. Next you'll swallow dinner whole! You
want me to call the plumber? You can gurgle straight to hell!
Here comes the Drano, buddy - Foul hydroxide, lye and
strong! Eat that sludge and blast it loose; You've
clogged this kitchen far too long! Let her go! Let
her go! Down below! Down below! Glug, gurgle,
swirl and flow, Down the plughole; off you go!
Bubble, burble, glug and groan, Rattle
every rusty pipe bone! At last... The
Gurgler Burglar is gone! Down the
plughole. Sayonara, so long!
Good riddance to the Gurgler.
That's my victory song!
Sayonara! So long!
You've glugged the
final gurgle song!
The Gurgler
Burglar's
finally gone.
Breakfast is
Merrily on!
It’s On!
It’s On!
.
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Joan Of Ark
Noah was a geyser and a bible kind of guy
Wouldn’t take no messing from a vicious gospel sky
He’d got the nod from Mr God to build a massive boat
And save the birdies and the beasts by keeping some afloat
He gathered wood and sawed it and he banged in lots of nails
He crossed his fingers and he prayed, ‘I hope the damned thing sails’
And then there came some drops of rain but thankfully he’d made it
The boat at last was built and it was time to populate it
His list began with aardvark and he got as far as mole
But the list was very long and so he used a toilet roll
He knew that space was tight so all the beasts were stacked in twos
And then he panicked when he found he had no kangaroos
When his mum in law got on, the boat tipped up one end
That really got his goat up cos she drove him round the bend
So, referring to his ruling that said only two of each
He hooked her on a crane and dumped her backside on the beach
But his wife looked like her mother and she ate more like a Gannett
Not a great incentive to re-populate the planet
But he’d made room for someone who would often make him groan
She’s how he got his jollies so he called her Jolly Joan
When he’s alone with Jolly Joan she never will refuse
But this time Noah noticed that she seemed to have the blues
She said I love you Noah, but like animals and shoes
I rather hoped that EVERYTHING around here came in twos
Noah shrugged, ‘I’m sorry but I’m six hundred years old
This place smells like a barnyard and I’m freezing bloody cold’
She said, ‘I’ll have to warm you up to raise your ardour higher’
And then she pulled him closer, ‘Come on baby, light my fire’
A Propitiation of Blue Tears
On this highway to where the skies bleed blue tears into vases;
on ornate buttresses they sit and saturate us,
they cry and douse us,
they contract, expand, release….up from the bowels,
out into the time continuum, wetting the things
below in layers of satin and matte finishes.
They converge with the sand motions
prone to time signals,
they bend to the forces of beeftime,
finding dazzling hours lost in the haunted bunkers
where dead reptiles find savage grace and a fork.
Foraging through time files,
scratching out a dirt-bath patch,
switching-up the game,
ratcheting a firm grip,
delighting in a geyser-water soda drink,
we looked and saw high peaks
belching snow through ejaculations of ice and methane, you who were with me at Orange Grove
that whistling foggy night,
the high forging time,
like an eating bear in the muck.
The withal that composes an early humanoid,
assembles an adroit package equipped to message
the night skies of its dominion.
Oh this highway, to where the skies
have no answer for the frostbite or the death of the sun;
we are not equipped to handle such a client,
the skin is gone,
and the seedy highway is coughing up yellow blood.
Gather up the detritus of illusions,
rustle up a repast for the “El Rey”,
sweep the streets into asphalt rolls,
spread the skies blue tears over the mantle of this space, where the sacrificial ogress dines on her own offal, offering up a propitiation,
to the Milky Way’s highway of stars.
I AM BLOOD
I am blood, representing strong emotion
Pumping strongly from a distressed heart
I was merely a gentle and constant flow
Now, suddenly a geyser forcefully spurting
The cause is not ecstasy, as it is hurting
Whatever the reason, I would not know
I’m also the messenger sent at the start
And in time, all will gain a clearer notion
it’s not just blood when hearts pour out
More a vibration one can sense and feel
There are signs that some may detect
But with both eyes closed, it is clear
To see resonance that comes with fear
That stifling a thought cannot protect
And feeling raw emotion is very real
As knowing the truth dispels all doubt
BEHIND THE CLOSED DOOR
Behind the closed door, a brew of brazen pain
Like a geyser gushes out, woe-filled teary rain
When in midst of all, pretense of happy smile
Though in heart flows, sorrow like the Nile
Of torture, of torment: tides secret sweep the brain
Disloyalty, Dreams demolished and the missed train
Blatant scene of none to pull the chain!
Leaves us distraught at least for a while
Behind the closed door....
Augments our agony, if to all we try to explain
Some good is to conceal, like the beetles their death they feign
As we walk alone , stronger we grow, in search of safety isle
Few miles though turbulent, we 'll learn to reconcile
Gather we slowly, inner-strength and lost hope to regain
Behind the closed door.
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
Said to my girlfriend
My Husband - well he’s 90.
What do you think he can do? -
Even his tongue cant stretch out to work.
So I got a young boy name geyser.
I never knew plastic could be so proficient.
I don’t know if its excitement
or the darn thing has its own lube.
He keep going and going
like the energizer bunny
Wow what a beauty – just like the real thing
It make me hum like sweet sixteen -
again and again and again.
and at my age unless you have
something strong and forceful to put in
you just can’t feel it sister!
So get one and get a big one - girl does mine have youth.
©Al Juman
There was a fountain in an African desert.
Long ago it ceased to exist for the tropical heat,
But its subterranean canals were intact;
And one day, when the earth was hot indeed,
The dry surface of the ground panted like a mare.
There came a storm, a tempestuous storm and rain,
Which drenched the thirsty trees, and rejuvenated
That geyser fountain, gushing forth above the ground
Like a vigorous jet of hot water to satiate the soil,
Again and again, for it was suppressed for long.
An earthquake shook the plates under it,
Aftershocks poured in— violent tremors, which
Continued to shake the ground up and down
Until the fountain gathered more strength, and flowed
To disappear into a holy cave of enormous pleasure.
From there arose a new being, a fresh new being.
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11/11/2019
Went to St Richards early today
Had an appointment so that was okay
The problem is this; I went in with a hernia
But when I came out... I had hyperthermia
Whilst no radiator did radiate heat
And I was laid out like a chilled cut of meat
The staff got abuse from a quite irate geyser
‘I'm going to Iceland to sit in the freezer’
They prodded and scanned me right down to my toes
And broke off the icicle hung from my nose
They asked if I'd registered my next of kin
I said, ‘That's her there with the goosebumpy skin’
When they lifted my gown and asked me to cough
They snapped what they thought was an icicle off
The chill numbed the pain as they whipped off my wheener
So I went in as Terry and came out as Tina