Long Geyser Poems
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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.
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.
Today I had my first golden shower,
As remarkable a rite of passage
As I’ve ever known.
While driving my tractor
Loading rock and gravel in the gravel pit
I busted the hydraulic hose to the front bucket
And all of a sudden
With a small popping explosion
I was under a spraying fountain,
A veritable geyser covering me
In thick golden oil
From head to toe.
At first I thought it would burn
But it was only warm.
It even tasted pretty good.
Earlier in the day
I’d wondered what it would be like
To break a hydraulic line on my new tractor.
I guess it wasn’t a matter of if,
Only a matter of when.
(8/16/26)
November is best month of year
Winter begins, new year is near
It is time to enjoy the sun
Go for walks in afternoon sun
Most people seen sitting in sun
Eating nuts and chatting is fun
It becomes dark outside too soon
Time to finish work before moon
At night really cool winds blow
Temperature is very low
Nights spent at home with heater on
Water cold geyser always on
Bed time in blanket thick and warm
Cold weather surrounds in full form
In morning hot drink is a must
For bathing hot water is must
In cold water body is numb
Unable to move, you feel dumb
Date: 10/27/2020
8 syllabus count per line checked at poetry soup syllabus counter
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
Dawn ached to be seen,
Thus upon my goodbye,
To you,
Curiously….
I peeked at her
The sun’s might hit my bitter eyes
Where first I refused to see her
In my hellish, seething cries
Though she was soft,
Insistent and kind
How could I hate such a light,
Radiating willingly upon my dark and dank existence?
I wanted her to descend,
So I may wallow in my risen hells
So that I would have reason
To stay forever inside
I said goodbye
To give her rise
I prayed for breath to return to me
For joy to ease in our lives
For purpose to manifest
In a spurring geyser of fruition
This solstice of darkness shall flourish no more!
I am pressed to excavate ancient depths for this source
Of love that I have long rejected
To embrace meaningless evenings of lament
Yes—I loved your complexity
But it was truth and serenity,
And that eternity I loved more
I said goodbye
To give her rise
To give her rise
Not alone,
But in my life
Dawn’s glory
Rooted in my very will
To let go,
Wonder,
And be still
The throne in heaven is accident prone,
if you are a God please don’t go alone,
take a few angels when you have to go,
get them to fan their wings so they don’t throw!
it was Thor who broke the seat with hammer,
must control temper, learn to be calmer,
no need for thunder lightening at loo,
with prunes at breakfast, should easily do!
Venus is embarrassed to share cabin,
fears would be spied by soul of Rasputin,
with her each flush there is radiant glow,
her acts of ablution are morning show!
And Jupiter has not been well either,
he can hardly see! that old old geyser!
his toilet use? it’s all over the place!
his toilet habits are heaven’s disgrace!
the chain over the cistern is rusty old,
you would think it is made of solid gold?
when you pull the chain you hear a gush,
their well is dry, no water in the flush!!
No wonder God’s come to earth as Avatars!
our clean toilets on earth score full five stars!!
Written 28/10/2021
10 syllables each line
Jack Webster sponsored
The Throne in heaven contest
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:-
Just to keep up with a new style, while the Sand man sticks to a plan to hence understand the sentence one tense to be rinsed as the Grinch defends his tent in a pinch despite its foul rotten odor of a stench mouthed one voter who was NOT that dense in past present and future tense hence the bench warrant quarantine latrine screaming beanie baby trading card retarded jarred smarties party past time hardly hardy bartering shotgun runtime bubble covered in Nick at night slime time grime crockery stole bike spike Lymes disease treaty spiked seizer sky high geyser lightning bolt jolt soda colt cold shouldered boulder scolded holding smoldering diamond ring rugged bug-eyed smuggler tug of war tare of a care bare share holder folder to be both bad and bolder like gold oil and drugs with extra hugs and butt plugs underneath the rugs for the fuzz buzzing love jugs whatever that was or wasn’t but not my cousin nuzzling the guzzled puzzling Charlie Sheen screaming ice cream machine that feeds a team and the b team both green beans and brings the fiends back to their gene’s roots and boot scooting things... Let us see what else life brings. The Time is NOW! POW!!!
They are coming to take you away, aha.
I hate corners know he will be standing there
A Parisian Apache, one leg resting on a wall
Of a closed-down factory.
Smoking Gitane a cigarette.
Sharpening his stiletto, cleaning his fingernails.
Or a farmer, stony ground fed up, takes his spade
and cut my throat,
A geyser of blood that will fertilize the floor
it could also happen walking home after an evening
at the pub, falling face down in a puddle where yellow welly floats.
It could be so banal, as falling when going to the loo
with a broken nose, no one hears the muffled screams
dying and not saying anything divine.
I have to buy a coffin it must be wide, sleep in it every night
wake up in the morning dead, with sunlight on my pale face.