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Rain Dance
The rooftops appear slick
reflective mirrors of the rain
droplets large and globular
flow down the rafters to the ground.
Splashes of water tap
brushing leaves and branches
releasing dry leftovers that still cling
long passed the chill slaps of winter.
Glistening in pale yellowed light
the trees canopy the scene
waving in soft gentle breezes
that waltz on the air.
There is a drumming in the wind,
a subtle rhapsody of sounds
setting a patterned flow
to some hidden syncopated beat.
Stiff and silent wallflowers
stand staunch, stationary and mute
like stranded stickles and bladed greens
unmoved by the melodies.
More wily and free
others dance unrestrained,
frail loose stemmed beauties
drenched in rhythm to rise and flow in the rain.
Wind spinners spin unrelenting, rotating fast and slow
wet with saturating drops
loitering on the leaves and wind
anxious to be part of May’s rain dance
The rooftops are damp and slick
reflective mirrors of the rain
droplets large, globular, heavy and thick
flow down the rafters to the ground terrain.
Splashes of water tap and cling
brushing leaves and branches in back and front
released dry leftovers that slap of summer and spring
long passed the chill shivering stunts .
Glistening in pale yellowed light
the trees canopy the scene
waving in soft gentle breezes bright
that waltz on the air in search of holiday dreams.
There is a drumming in the wind,
a subtle rhapsody of sound in retreat
setting a patterned flow to a once quiet din
in some hidden syncopated beat.
Stiff and silent the flowers unseen
stand staunch, stationary and mute
like stranded stickles and bladed greens
unearthed by the autumn melody refute.
More wily and free from duties
others dance bold and unrestrained,
frail loose stemmed misplaced beauties
drenched in rhythm to rise and flow in the hardened rain.
Wind spinners unrelenting rotate fast and slow
wet with saturating drops held in a trance,
loitering on the leaves and wind awaiting snow
anxious to be part of a change and a seasonal rain dance
Amid globular, floating serrated leaves
Dwells a dreamy lily in milk white frock
She is the new occupant of my small pond
Fructified by swimming fish and croaking frog
Like a nymph over the water’s still surface
She smiles and sways in unusual grace,
With the regal flourish of a beaming bride!
A sight, that’ll lit a smile on many a face!
In the circular pond dappled with green algae
As the early beams of sunlight come to cajole
She stands proud, lifting her fair face to the sun
Awakening ripples of joy in my sullen soul!
Placed First
Strand (1066) Poetry Contest
You think you enjoy the radical,
flaming in the gas jets of astral fumes,
spinning in the ocular midnight of a rabid dogs dream,
yet, I think you know, NOTHING is as it seems.
An all too thorough pondering
of mundane thought comes to naught
as vulgar words don’t necessarily wax poetic.
Talking, writing, hurl, polysyllabic words
across a dot matrix screen in a pixel fight with the Lord
don’t made you a prophet or a prophetess
You just scream now, scream…
show your pain across a global terrain in a globular dream
‘Cause I know, you know, NOTHING is as it seems.
Rebel, rebel hell, damn good for nothing navel watcher
pick the lint out, start a fire, you don’t have to die to mean something
you have to do something, damn, it's not enough to just BE
ACT don’t just bite the dirty hand, green with the bile of your blood
eat the whole arm…chaw of a chunk and spit it in the systemic eye
of a postulate system which MAKES have and have nots.
See that fading grin wink from existence and the twin terrors of
DUMB and DEE saying “Howdy and Fiddle Dee Dee” to the
arses who claim to KNOW, ‘cause I know, you know,
NOTHINGS as it seems………..
*Dedicated to Jeffery Cohen from one anarchist to another
**This would be my Alice poem ;)
against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously
birthing then vanishing resplendent
myriad colorful geometric awesome
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely with
proportionate arcs astounding with blind faith
on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang
spell-binding mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering into
azure vault – one macrocosmic hint per origin
from when on-looking proto-humans ruminated
inscrutably enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe evolution
in shroud of secret continually mystifying
one generation after another until twenty first
century astro-physicists begin to unravel evolutionary
tale writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions enabling
birth of cosmos honed with more fine tuned precision
to zero in on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing into rudimentary
galactic masses generating vast surfeit of globular
structures evincing
conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens reveling
in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into eternal wonderment that perchance
intelligent deity willfully rotates planet
some plaything synonymous mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope.
The smallest of seeds falls and amalgamates with the earth.
Amidst dust to dust, mist, manure, and moisture gain rebirth.
Leaf evolution, stem elongation, and florescence
With sun-lit yellow blooms, it reaches its adolescence.
Like a vulture, it spreads its wings of bold bushy branches.
Towards giving rest to birds of all kinds, it advances.
From a wheatish tone, the colour of seeds slowly turns brown.
Into globular black painite granule finds its renown.
All these were hidden within these as a seed when it fell.
As a seed yielding shrub, it has many tales to tell.
Adding taste to the food and serving as herbs to good health
Is not a mustard seed a gem of herbaceous wealth?
Divine kingdom, though humble in stature, is marvellous.
To seek this, yet, you asked them, shouldn't each one be righteous?
airing zeal! If (dog forbid) the richly paid, namebrand
looming kneecapped kneeling illustrious giant egghead
con cussed career athletes fumble, crumble and bumble
spelling a loss for those spectators (who doled out
a wad of cash) quickly make collective disappointment
known by cursing, first in loin, odiously reprehensible,
unacceptable wimpy yikyaking atrocious carpetbombing
expletives. As a casual observer (albeit also participant
within the human league of billions within the culture
club sans crowded house), no shortage of opportunities
avail themselves to scrutinize the man knee ting man
contention upon this oblate spheroid (densely populated
globular planet), these myopic brown eyes of mine need
not pay per view to witness austerity, depravity, gravity,
et cetera manifold gamut of Primate (particularly Homo
Sapien) behavior. Raucous, querulous, perilous, obnoxious,
notorious...actions prompt me to intervene as referee.
I would fear for my life if one to many excessive acts
of kindness would require specialists to scrape my pan
caked body electric off the sidewalk. A similar outcome
would most likely transpire if this totally tubular troubadour
disgust religion. As a tried and true value adherent of atheism,
a vociferous, rapacious, nefarious, jackass, fractious Bible
thumping religious dogmatic character would expend every
last ounce of fire and brimstone to proselytize me. Thus
when infrequently conversing about one or the other
aforementioned verboten topics de jure, I consciously
exhibit genuine indifference keeping mum. Obvious
quietness sidesteps ugly wickedness.
Your anonymous, curious, erroneous garrulous, hip poe
potty mass stir wordsmith Matthew Scott Harris
Form:
Gallimaufry
Your sandals make a strange mixing sound,
As we step together down this shadowy path,
Past the innumerable tufts of sprygen weed,
Where old farmers once hoofed to the music
Of the Elkhorns, and the Spitters.
We will soon eat from their generous platters,
Abandoned in the ice houses south of Belchork.
Piled high with sugared meats and bitter olives.
We will sit in plush lacquered chairs there,
Chairs of sandlewood, and mystic topaz.
We will be staring into each other’s eyes,
Globular orbs of azure fascinations,
Seeking unspoken permission to stare yet more,
But as an encore, at a pair of different eyes.
We will embrace behind sheer curtains of lapis lazuli,
Inside the vestibule with lotioned legs dangling.
We will move in infinite slowness,
We will seek the absolute devotions,
Of the shadow dances there.
We will listen to the singing sirenic voices
Of the Elkhorns and the Spitters,
Beckoning us with their spiral gyrations,
As sparkling mineral water is shared in goblets,
Encrusted with peridot and citrin.
We will at last find profound discovery,
Concealed within their mad enticings.
Proceed quietly, shh! Your sandals are noisy,
As we step together down this shadowy path,
Past the ice houses at Belchork,
Our lives and our consenting atoms
Enmeshed and entwined forever, with
The innumerable tufts of sprygen weed.
aswirl within tremendous maelstroms
universal united uninhabitable cauldron
tempered with analogous:
outrageous, portentous
thunderous cacophony in tandem
with thick mucilaginous fog
metaphorically postpartum
nebulous placenta afterbirth
and/or proto planets aborted
per primordial material
slowly (millions of years) coalescence
annealed bubbling primeval soup
engendering (extant
via immeasurably immense stretches of time)
subsequent birth of quasi solar systems
where antediluvian cosmic midwife prepped
quintessential biochemical laboratories
across gamut of space
inexorably incurring, inviting, inuring
pseudo plasmatic phenomenal possibilities
vaguely concatenating, incubating,
nursing inhospitable
wryly, wrought-fully,
write-fully Weltanschauung
respective environmental, geological,
meteorologically rendered seething broth
conglomerations fused inchoate legions
of Ongepatchket protean quixotic
rudimentary shapeless threads
winding up at greased lightening
eventually simmering temperature
thousands of degrees
conducive for indefatigable living organisms
congealing despite galactic Golem
whiplashing microbial unicellular entities
subjecting globular linkedin progenitors
across the countless eons
where hellacious heat gave way to
punks like cool and the gang
drafted heady lagers produced
thickly *** bergs exceptionally humungous ice
hundreds of millions years ago Arctic vortex
preserved intact forebears of this writer
who still retains
one percent genetic Neanderthal Man
stock, lock and barrel.
Tomato King
(self proclaimed)
Written: by Miracle man
2-5-2020
Temps changed quickly from seventies to thirties,
from sunny to snow in just twenty-four hours.
Trees are still naked, holding no singing birdies,
but beds will soon burst with wild violet flowers.
Now is the time for planning tomato planting,
planting time comes beyond average frost date.
While huge Goliath tomatoes do sound enchanting,
I may chance planting early, sometimes I can’t wait.
I get my first ripe tomato before the end of June,
this comes about when transplanting was chancy.
Generally, I plant tomatoes during a waxing moon,
and like my tomatoes big, red, globular, and fancy.
I plant, apply Epson salts, mulch, water, and fertilize,
stake, cage, and cover to protect from strong wind.
Then a fleeting time later I start picking my prize,
those who enjoy them think they’re a Godsend.
Due to high potassium and heart problems I can’t eat’em but I can sure grow’em.
(Except when I cheat a little).
Tom