Long Humid Poems
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Do you smell the pine straw? Misty with the dew that falls from a warm humid rain.
Do you see the dirt road? Brown water dirt and packed gray gravel washed away in the locally predictable pattern it follows.
Do you hear the water from the shallow puddles? Splashing against
Groaning tires. soldiers. Invincible.
Two girls, smiles and blaring radio making a melodious conversation for them.
Can you see it? Their friendship? The comfort and the warmth and the love like two cats, lazily walking around the same house and occasionally sharing a sunny spot on the stained carpet beside the window.
Feel it, the fall and the love and the long dirt road and the limitless limited youthful time. What a life
A bird circles overhead, its wings sweeping the air. Its eyes, piercing downward toward the ground, are sharp and focused. It calmly rests upon a leafless branch of a large sycamore tree. Looking outward from the branch, it scans the brilliant red and orange sun slowly dipping below the distant horizon. All is quiet and peaceful. A cool breeze ruffles the bird’s feathers.
A small furry animal lurks below. The bird’s eyes carefully follow the animal’s movements. Attack, the bird thinks, but no, it chooses not to. Instead, it prepares to fly away to another tree to have a look around from a different perspective. The bird knows that it will make many journeys during its lifetime. It knows it will rest upon a multitude of trees and hedges and if only for short-lived moments in time, it knows that it will have fleeting feelings of happiness and freedom.
The bird takes one last look at the little animal scampering below. For a brief second, the bird wishes that it was that animal. It feels that the animal has a permanent place for its home instead of always wandering aimlessly from place to place making a new home for itself.
The bird flies away, its wings flapping against the humid stagnant air. Once in flight, the bird keenly looks around and pursues another branch to rest upon.
Raining down emotions,
darkly enlightening
interior memory re-experiences
of exterior impassioned imagination events
Nonviolent win/win images
enlightening darkness
of win/lose competitions
darkly fighting
lose/lose violent de-nihilism
of ecosystemic becoming healthy roots
Fertile draining images,
sensory neural outlooks,
feeling verbal projection projects,
raining rejections,
reigning alpha injections
Conjectures of codependent
health/wealth interrelationships
Intersectional storms
connecting/disconnecting
emerging/hiding nonzero/zero-closing zones
compassion/dispassion
full/empty raining disclosed systems
Draining sensations
being not merely alive
but also regeneratively thriving
health and democratically inclusive safety
Harboring against becoming dryly dead,
degenerating unhealthy and unsafe evaporative dwindling
Losing wealth of ecosystemically driven
individually shriven
naked ego-lifetime outcomes
Splayed out on a dying anthro-rabid Earth
where one species reigns
committed to anti-ecological
macroeconomic
disempowering
and unenlightened de-nihilistic ecocide.
Healthier draining systems
are not about unchanging purity
and StraightWhiteMale privileged safety
so much as flexible diversity
and courageous messy curiosity;
Wealthy economic rainstorms
and darkly ecological interior inter-relationships
provoke and evoke resonance
of robust polyculturally interactive
floating stardrop ships
Silent worship
in dynamic dripping stasis
slow prequel,
inclusively diverse reveal
of sensual intricate beauty
memories cross-pollinating integrity
raining down complex feelings
Unveiling monocultural supremacist purity
of a 100% crabgrass landscape,
100% drenched in concrete
recovering from 100% saltwater
with no above water pre-historic landmass
between pure rock
and humid
stultifying steaming fog,
An oppressive
deep degenerating humid atmosphere
inviting a more cooperative breeze
win/win health restoring
wealthy reign of multiculturing
indigenous
ecofeminist EarthJustice.
Ceraunophilia - 7-13-26
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Summer Storm
The day grows dark, ominous with rumbling,
We watch a hood of humid heaviness
Slowly slide across the face of dusk
With wispy veils of mist, a harbinger’s whisper
Turns green leaves silver in brooding twilight stillness.
In slowly rising chords of chaos
Crickets hide and even air holds it’s breath
To listen for the steps of a far-off symphony.
Our eyes grow ready as sallow clouds swallow dusk
When the rising perfume of summer rain
Fills our nostrils with it’s signature
And raindrops sizzle on sidewalks
Dancing in frenzy, faster - harder.
The sky explodes to our delight
With brilliant shards of light in spirals
Then shakes the night with belly laughs, delighted with itself.
We run to open shutters wide
And lie upon the bed
To watch this full born summer storm
Plunder midnight with crashing waves of booms and fury.
Days melt like grilled cheese
Hot humid events stick to people or peeps
So much to ponder of old of new
Still thoughts drift back to who?
On your mind was it a chase
Of heart the one who got away
Was it a joy one you made
That in time grew into another thing great?
Was it remembering a friend who passed
Who's humor still fresh gives laughs
Was it a pet so loyal and true
That your mind unwinds drifts to?
Was it the little ones at that age
When pitter patter were normal days
Or a loved family member
Who never forgets what you cannot remember?
Grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup
What memory does that give to you?
Scoops of gold powder flapping sunny flame
melts into scalding months of humid June.
Shade of ablaze sky, fiery clouds won't tame
soaking sunshine an untrimmed afternoon.
Makeup tinged complexion in denim dress
berries and melons succulent sorbet.
A swim in pool with pineapple drink fresh
hot or cool, doesn't matter anyway.
Wages in lease, forever temperate
eternal possession of bad luck dregs.
Sweltering skin in heat of blood and sweat
toil endless labour, aching hands and legs.
Some buds wither in tar of asphalt gloom
Some color heaven in air conditioned room.
9th August 2019
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
Contest Name A Summer's Day Redo
Sunny sweaty days you gave to me.
Hot and humid nights you fed to me. Your dark and scary clouds frighten me. Those thunder rolls and flashing lightning
startled me.
With heavy rains you flooded the land. Your tornadoes blew like a mighty fan
Your long twisting river could not be tamed. Only the strong ever survived your awful pain.
You gave me the bitter and the sweet.
Your long hard days caused me to weep.
In your cotton fields you made me work. Only heaven knows how you made me hurt.
In spite of you, my faith and hope grew deep.
Most of the lessons I learned never came cheap.
Education was the key, and ignorance was hard to beat.
Although I dislike the awful way you abused and treated me;
And although you never felt like home to me, I miss the presence of your quietness, that I so seldom see.
08312017 PS Contest, Best Rhyme, Brenda Chiri
I Cannot Be Any Moar Pacific!
A welcome reprieve
against blistering hazy,
hot and humid
meteorological suffocating air
found me voluntarily
hermetically sealing myself
within a climate controlled
one bedroom apartment
this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(actually originally Lake
Woebegone) transplant
getting acclimated to the
summer weather in Zaire,
this country determined, sans
while "blindfolded," directed,
and guided while seated
in my state of the art bedchair,
hence such chance decision,
where yours truly,
would spend the following year
gunslinging, fellow
shipping, and engaging
with bountiful mutineers
while piloting corsair
outlandishly ludicrous, incredibly
flimsy, and carelessly
held together by wirehair
with an equally
ratty motley crue
forcing yours truly
to "FAKE" being debonair,
this (Baritone Horn playing)
privateer did veer
really did mark hood
lee did quickly
twain tubby chief engineer
accomplishing (as
resident poetic web stir)
re: alias Muddy
Waters ("Roger") unclear
breathing sigh of relief,
I did not go over with
my trademark mind boggling flair
to sow confusion
within the mindscape
of one or more readers
will cause him/
her to go thermonuclear
ready to choke, gas, or throttle me
as he/she doth glare
intimidating such prediction analogously
like Moby Dick reacting violently
when Cap'n Ahab thrust a spear!
In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands
I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion!
From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands,
Out of the disorientation of a protracted illusion.
I rule with the boundless mercy of God's dominion!
Like a bee that discovered honey on rocky ground
Out of the disorientation of a protracted illusion,
Or a poet who got his heartbeat amid war sound.
Like a bee that discovered honey on rocky ground
Accuracy was comparable to divine intervention,
Or a poet who got his heartbeat amid war sound
Art is a reflection of a more profound perfection.
Accuracy was comparable to divine intervention
Like birds, they return after a lengthy humid time
Art is a reflection of a more profound perfection,
And a grin might transform into a severe mime.
Like birds, they return after a lengthy humid time,
From the rosy haze of a million viable heathlands
And a grin might transform into a severe mime
In the prolific dainty world of Angel's dreamlands.
Written: May 07, 2022
Divine Intervention Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
This was to be their first, grand journey.
Who would dare believe?
Sarah Maple, and Ol’ Bear
Her special, robot teddy!
Both, strapped inside Securely;
Await a lifetime ride;
Her heart is jumping, as
Her nine-ish, choc’ late eyes grow wide.
Fear mixes with Excitement;
Humility with pride;
When she realizes she’s
Histories first starfolk child.
Soon, they would be riding,
Fiery, rolling, thunder, cloud
above the humid dawn. Destination:
International Space Station.
Then, tucking one loose lock of
Coal-black hair behind her ear;
Glances sideward to Ol’ Bear…and gulps.
He gives one soothing wink to Sar. She smiles.
Then, hanging on
For all they’re worth,
They soon are floating
High, above the earth.