Long Lava Poems
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Take me back to Akureyri, sunshine capital of the north
Through lava fields and bluest waterfalls rushing forth
Summer solstice came and we never saw the dark
A perfect time of year for an adventure to embark
Natural hot springs buried like hidden treasure on the way
Find them off the beaten path when it feels you've gone astray
Sipping water from a stream melting off of glacial snow
Refreshments courtesy of Skaftafell near Arctic Circle, just below
As the sun dipped down at 3am to quickly greet us once again
The feeling of a lit up ghost town emanates a calming zen
To see once more the humpback whale and smell the fresh sea air
One day I'll buy another ticket, and tell them, "Take me there."
Jan 5, 2023
Feeder Lake
There Is A Lake
Reserved For Silence.
And Nothing Left
To Lose...
Where A Sky Blue
Framing Border
Re-Flects
Every Shiver
Stippled On
A Softened Shore...
That Holds A Dam
Of Tears.
***
I Can Let Some
Flow Out.
But:
I Can't Remember
What The Tears
Are For.
***
I Used To Nearly
Leap Adrift In Sky
And Ride The Future
Rocks Be-Damned...
Into A Moonlit Sea.
*
I Used To Haunt
The Oaks All Night
Beside The Crippled
Creek Where Glowing
Green Embers Howled
And Croaked.
*
But I Can't Feel
Why I Cry-ed Those
Tears - Why I
Fought
Or Drank
Or Choked.
To The Lava Core
It WAS!
Where?
***
I Used To Sob
Over The Flavor
And The Texture
Of Your Skin...
And Hair
And Breathless
Both We Wept
Together There...
And Then
Apart.
***
But I Don't
KNOW
What Those
Tears Are For!
Any More!
***
Irrigation.
Evaporation.
Precipitation.
Flowing,
Pooling,
Kept.
Make The Desert
Red And Wet.
-Gray Squirrel
06-27-2025
Floods of pain burst,
spreading a nest like lava beam
Silence,
A long silence beyond the nights,
Pale face, languid looks and teary eyes.
The universal force of nature,
forces our feeble frame to earth's harbour;
Helpless, and helplessly, we consider in awe.
Enthusiasm dissipates, and fears are enforced.
we are here today, looking through the lenses of time;
we'll be gone tomorrow as though we never lived
Alas, time mocks our ambitions,
calls us all mortals for so we are.
We are soon Gone. Leaving memories.
Like thousands, gone ahead we come to the journey's end
We walked this path, the minds eye remembers
We lose daily until we so become,
that moment, they come too quickly
and too quickly we are gone.
Aqueous humor: she said of the buddahs hands that were
placed upon the table. Macula, and marvelous! A specticail
appealing to the eyes. Yards and Yards of lemongrass, and
beautiful bounties of Buddhas hands, the booty and prize of
chorered men willing to citriate a non citrated world.
Her caruncle shall move centered when he is revealed as
the plucking Pizzicato of Rhythm: The Obsidian Lava of
Citrusacion: from Buttes to Salton all shall speak him Great!
The Ciliary Body shall be marveled an adorned, the eye's of
Fools shall want those who want them to idolize them. Cascadia
shall be looked upon from the ages: thus each new beginning
make fools from theory, and facts shall distort there thoughts.
Those who these men wish to appeal shall refuse their want for
them and there women shall adore and love men. Hu-Buddhas'
Hands shall be bought to this world to flourish and shall
dominants the interest of people from era to era!
The Pizzicato Pluck shall began the entrance which
included a rhythm sound of melonic opera, Structural-
Improvements to the Unix Flauxer shall bring anew start to
worded harmony. Women who beleive in (NFP) shall be endearing
Mielle Creco Pelo
and shall wed. Y2 + X , 4 and -4, each improvement 4 2 X= 16.
(Non for Profit-pussy)
Deborah painted our new mailbox…and though it may not seem earth changing to you…
we have high hopes on what one mailbox can do.
You see, we believe when hate erupts…It flows like lava…
glowing hot and filled with wrath…
spewing hate in all directions…destroying everything in it’s path.
And if you don’t escape it…if, perhaps, you’ve nowhere else to go
If you’re not cautious, alert and careful…you could be caught up in its flow.
We believe love is much more subtle…it does not pray upon prejudices and fears
It comes from patience, understanding, trust…and softly whispers in our ears.
Hate is fast and loud and noisy…
while love moves slower…is much more tender and sublime
Hate works best in groups…in crowds and congregations…
while love prefers to touch one person at a time.
So when the inevitable happens…when hate and love collide
We must show the flow of hate that love will not be swept aside.
Which brings me back to our mailbox…at then end of our driveway for all to see.
It’s filled with messages of peace and love…
It has a dove, a smiling sun…flowers and a honeybee.
It’s painted to look like a 60’s Volkswagen bus
and was painstakingly decorated
from a time when our beliefs our values our ethics and our morals
were collectively created.
We understand fighting hate with love will alway be an uphill climb….
but that will never stop us from believing we can change the world
one person…
and one mailbox…
at a time.
Destiny has built this mission
ending with this one decision
there will be no repetition
take the chance or be left wishing
Conquer now or collapse
once it’s gone it won’t come back
You can focus through the pain
this time you’ve a prize to gain
It won’t be for nothing now
like before when all fell down
this is not a gravel path
this is concrete set to last
set in stone volcanic foam
lava flows shape the unknown
erupting up from so far down
landing to reshape the ground
It can change the mountain face
fill in the rivers and the lakes
bring the sun to rainy days
building rainbows here to stay
Rearrange the lunar view
the sun and moon shine brighter too
let flames that reign start a new
this moment when you became you
All before this fades away
just preseason games you played
get the season underway
tell your story from this day
You’ve been in a dormant state
now to move accelerate
finally perform your fate
a destiny only you create!
Rife are grievous echoes lamenting worldwide
From widespread disgust clamoring weary sigh,
Perturbed in lonesomeness, bawling in dark,
Clasped beneath shroud of tenebrous clouds,
Rendering world aghast in grip of distraught.
Battlefield is raging, tearing apart humanity,
Women and children are dying of atrocities
From bombs and missiles fired indiscriminately
Destroying buildings, annihilating normalcy,
As lives scatter, fleeing death and uncertainty.
Fueled by anger, pent-up distress is brewing,
Helplessness is stirring, caught in pandemic,
Lives once dynamic are static, unengaging;
Minds are bewildered, hearts are agitating,
Feelings, once solemn, have now turned eerie.
Oceans are heating, hurricanes are churning,
The Alps are melting, yet the rivers are drying,
Cities are flooding, neighborhoods are drowning,
In uncontrolled infernos forests are burning,
Unfathomable climate is plaguing farm yields.
Gales stirring extremes roil storms of suffering,
Lava churning desperation is boiling, bubbling,
Ready to erupt violently spewing angst volcanic,
Challenging fate openly, tired of venting silently,
Foretelling of warning: a blow-up is simmering.
November 4, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Tile chosen: Tinderbox
There was a time with raging blaze
when suspension lost track
in bad faith and delusion
and bridges burnt ahead
Cold it was despite my soul engulfed in fire
which left its raging spirits
in restless stagnant apathy
called Self and void oblivion
Smoulder and ember blocked the way
forward and lava froze over
a hell bent on endless dead ends
from fake comfort and corrupt deceit
An angel dressed in blue cotton picked up trapped remains
Little did I known of red Princess lace and her thoughtful mind
Not that violet lips would blow upon me kisses and embrace
That walking dead on ashes could invigorate our tender path
Then came a time when shadows realigned
quivers trembled in heated passion
abeyance lit a joyful path of no return
abandonment became abundance
Left behind remained false horizons and ruins
a fading chill forsook frozen memories
retrieved our long forgotten souls
and shone a torch of loving peace
With nothing left to leave behind but dissembled disillusion
Skin touched upon moist fragrant skin and journeys merged
Seduced reclusion into sizzling fingertips searching the source
Blissfully naked we vowed to only burn bridges which we crossed
This is not your winding meandering river.
This is the rapids, we are dangerous with rocks.
Jump into this fray, and you get an adventure.
Bring your parachute and your machete, you will need them.
She is not the kind of boss most usually look for
But you will never have a boring day if you decide to join us.
We survive avalanches, rock slides and hot lava on a daily basis.
This is not your sparkling easy brook or your placid lake.
This is the rapids. We are dangerously crazy.
We are creative to the point of ridiculous.
We will hoist you up and throw you from rock to rock.
You will end up panting, half drowned with happiness if you work here.
One voice against the universe
one sigh against the sun
my words are but a breath
who am I, that I should speak?
Life is an imperfect gift
wrapped with broken bows
the hopeful eyes of a child
the ragged tears of the aged
did I live my life well?
My youthful dreams of love
were strong and sure
flowed hot, like lava
now tempered by time
against the mounting days
that rush towards the grave
did I love well?
And what of others
along the way
each one, invaluable people
was I kind, did I care
was I there in times of need?
God only knows
the beginning from the end
of my tangled tapestry
which will someday
be rewoven by Him
and He will have the answers.