Long Mercury Poems
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Rough churn ocean delivers her in dignity
Innocence paints in peach, lustrous Venus
Scallop swaps out pearl for Spring felicity
Implores warriors enter her restful nucleus
Never swept by squall of zephyr incessant
Guardian horas of orange grove bless her
Froth pop in scallop separates her calves
Regenerating mer manger cradle naivety
Offers primavera infant influenced charm
Muse of newness heralds erudite Mercury
Transcendent shed tail maid rules tranquil
Hails bay pleasant placid beside Poseidon
Enchantress of ocean, cove bliss thankful
Swathes of honey inhabit hips of sea siren
Enigma captures canvas Campaspe nubile
Anadyomene imagines baptism birth fertile
Rising From The Sea
21st December
DAUGHTERS
Opposites presented by Goddess
in talons of Eagle
on wings of Dove
Equally loved
A torrent from a fierce black cloud
yang frothing waves in a storm
beating seaweed rocks
claiming it in her bosom
then furling it afar
into unknown depths
where Neptune roars
his roar on end
boasting an indigo flag
Then ...light as a feather
yin floating on a shimmering beach
rosy ringlets microscope crabs, bubbles
giggling at ant antics
in crevices of creaky floorboards
while autumn Sun sets
dew drops on clover leaves
so misty morning says Hello !
A dancing juicy apricot
kisses at library doors
spongy beneath oak exterior
where beetles dug a hundred paths
staring defiance at an orange star
scornful, graceful, factual
proclaiming a Largeness of Life !
An Earth child in long waves of auburn
reaching for Mercury
A Spirit child, Earth located
One imaged from bowels of struggle
she whispered freedom in my ears
when behind prison bars
I sat counting toes
One imaged from Gabriel’s gown
or was it Merlin’s ?
she fingered watercolours
through my lenses
As Saturn said goodbye ...
Sirius screamed from wreaking hell
wrought from rages or sages unknown
Born in blood without its blue
from a womb of turmoil tremors
crystal dripping dark strife
hypocrisy contemplated
torn apart by churning guts
as young medics ogled
grimaced, searched
so premature, so incubated
it was “I will survive!”
Sun and Moon crossed one another
not knowing which way but loose
streaming rivers flowing sideways
in dusty towns, painted villages, rape
a gecko appeared on a pillowcase
Gangster peeped through a window
books came tumbling down
numbers flew away
lashes black as croaking crow
it was “I am here!”
There can be no coin to
ponder if not faces two
no tornado ripping apart
if no breezes play on
a horse farm in Karoo
No life if no death
Night clings to day
as daybreak clings to escaping night
sunset embraces twilight
negates itself, disappearing
one embalming the other while
flying
together on a silver thread
in blueberry Sky !
Two Words – Redux One
Thumb
Finger
Hand
Foot
Toe
Toes
Blunder
Thunder
Seam
Beam
Stupidity
Contagious
Intelligence
Desired
Planets
Stars
Venus
Mars
Milky
Way
Iambic
Rhyme
Real
Divine
Curve
Time
Nose
Ears
Sticks
Styx
Bald
Hairy
Baloney
Piffle
Top
Bottom
Trump
Mussolini
Charlatan
Fascist
Sun
Mercury
Cosmic
Certitude
Mad
Man
She
Monster
Eyes
Flies
Turd
Bird
Money
Desire
Fruit
Empire
Pain
Pane
Brain
Drain
Red
Blue
Tie
Shoe
Gun
Bullet
Fun
Bun
Wind
Rain
All
Same
Drugs
Thugs
Atwill
Actor
Lamarr
Actress
Snot
Plot
Rasputin
Putin
Monk
Dictator
Zombie
Walking
Run
Bum
Much
Talk
Franklin
Adams
Madison
Monroe
History
Record
Fake
News
Some
Say
Bale
Hay
Right
Way
Not
Today
Toe
Jam
Computer
Scam
Earthen
Dam
Heaven
Hell
Magic
Spell
Athena
Bubo
Perseus
Andromeda
Poseidon
Kraken
Action
Motion
Yes
No
Yup
Nope
Submarine
Scope
Bismarck
Battleship
Gloom
Doom
Titanic
Tomb
Job
Rob
Bank
Banc
Anne
Frank
Humpty
Dumpty
Big
Egg
Stand
Tall
Rick
Ugarte
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 22, 2018 (Short-Form Free Verse)
Greet the winsome poise of equinox
Staging day and night equally apart
Welcoming spring as winter departs
While moon enthralls doting hearts
In twinkling dance of sparkling stars
Strumming strings of astral orchestra.
Fall in love with heavenly stellar dream
As Milky Way floats on starlit stream
Riding ebullient waves of celestial sea
In colors and shapes of mystical artistry:
Zodiacal themes constellations gleam~
A painting hanging on walls of galaxy.
Search up-high for Mercury and Mars
Rejoicing in path of spectacular charm,
Meteor showers, airglows, and sparks,
Brilliant colors refracting dusty storms,
And a smile embellishing cusp of dawn:
Conspicuous posture of Venus above,
Eloquently posing as-if a morning star,
Goddess of love for romantic hearts,
Envious of Polaris~ the northern star,
Unwilling to cede to sun’s entourage
Glistening amber horizon of rosy arc
Sparkling winsome posture of equinox.
February 25, 2022
Placed 1st: Second Chance Submission
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
When I was a kid, if I got a cut,
My mother would grab the glass vial
And slather a swath of no other stuff but
Mercurochrome; that was her style.
Inside of the bottle a thin tube of glass
Was for dipping and coating with goo.
Then you dabbed it on so that no germs would amass
And the medicine knew what to do.
Every household did stock it, like aspirin and Vicks
(VapoRub, used if we had a cold),
But the FDA sometimes gets wise and restricts
Certain products which stop being sold.
That’s the way things went down in Mercurochrome Land.
It’s been years since it’s legal to buy it;
Though its mercury content, we now understand,
Isn’t healthy, some still would deny it.
It’ surprising to me that what once was assumed
To be helpful can lose its cachet,
So perhaps with Purell use we all might be doomed
As our safeguards it withers away.
The Grin of the Crystal Tear
the eternal grin of your silvery domesticated reptilian tear,
has transformed the millennium of my cold empty life into emerald smoke,
into an extraterrestrial thought floating like an imperishable idea,
false phantom of a blossomed harlot and into a presumed extended forever,
that hypnotically eyes in a flock a formal star of molten mercury,
come my untouchable beloved let me kiss you so completely deep,
unemblemetically beneath that belly lonely as a lost grotto,
I love you I stand motionless at the last crossroads of the lattice of light,
revealing to you with the momentum of my entire being every
blade of traveling grass through azure you like a shimmering magical rust,
of the diamond of the tear crucified on the throne of air forever forever,
of my ample nature misinterpreted by comic cosmic rowdy full,
the burnt stars flicker through the transparent ether of violet forgetting,
the microscopic cosmos unravels in each of your phosphorescent cells,
I breathe you with lungs of abyss I see you with the open eyes of silence,
you are the absence that fills me with echoes to the edge of the world,
an organic geometry of floral chaos in mad circular spirals,
each red word tattoos silence on my tongue of burnt velvet,
and I kiss you with lips that are mine only for you always!
When Water and Fire Collide
Tongues knoted in Silence, Silence Preside
Mercury Dulled Lovers Communication
Muddled Messages, Interactions Barely There
No Interest, No Warmth, No Feelings Shared
Creating Distractions to Minimized Relations
I am Here for Me, You're Here for You Situations
Eager to Strike a Match to Extinquish A Red Candle
Retrograde Realiazation, She's too Much to Handle
Afterall,
She Walked Through the Fire Furnaced Air
With A Honey Pot Filled With Ale From the Fountain
of The Dragon's Lair
She Saw Her Reflection In Mercury's Silvery Mirror
Emotionally Volatile, Diamond purifed of a Coal Cluster
So Now,
Under the Influence Of Miscommunication
Visible Lines were Blurred, Heated Moments
Dulled by Confusion, Desiring Isolation
In the End,
She Choose to Surf the Mercurial Anti Clockwise Wave
She Intelligently Flowed With the Current
Blatantly Refusing to Be Mercury's Warded Slave.
I am Farrah Fawcett,
Poster on the wall.
I am a rotary phone,
When I made a call.
I am, Boss,
it’s the plane, The plane.
I am Pablo Escobar,
And his cocaine.
I am Queen with
Freddy Mercury Live.
I am the Bee Gees,
Talking that Jive.
I am vinyl, 8-tracks,
cassettes and CDs.
I am, make love not war,
And Hippies.
I am where is the beef?
Don't squeeze the Charmin.
I am Cheech and Chong
and George Carlin.
I am SNL when it
Was funny.
I am Happy Days,
And a Playboy bunny.
I am M.A.S.H. and
A metal Lunch-box.
I am clackers, tang,
And a Pet-rock.
I am American Bandstand,
Peace signs, and the twist.
I am pay-phones, pagers,
and stick-shifts.
I am, conjunction junction,
What's your function?
I am Patty Hearst and
Her abduction.
Turbo1904
In the corner there...
Under the defused lights,
With spectral highlight’s here,
There, they float near and afar.
An apple sits in its technicolor glory,
It's not fully red or crimson or scarlet
Greens of sage and emerald
Dances in its hues,
Corruption is setting in as time passes
under these searing spots
as rot comes like a little death
spreading to the rest,
The rust of fruits oranges,
nectarines, bundles are of berries,
sliced in aromatic spice,
bloody droplets of cherry’s puddle,
next to a crystal chalice
of fine facets and filigrees
cut to trap light, to express
spectrums of color glitter and refract,
Standing starkly next
to the draped sacred rosary
and the sweet-fruited flesh.
Dust comes to rest
A raven of stately lorn,
blue on to black night into
nocturnal feathers bore
eyes deep as ink wells so black, onyx
dipping into hues blue in the reflect.
A haunting vestige that knows breath, nevermore!
Amidst the abstract, crowded
silent room linger
Still, stranger odd ornate objects gather...
from oblivion's shores.
A compass of intricate design,
sextons of aged patina brass,
Crack mirrors and mercury glass.
Mechanisms fine-tuned for sailors
to chart uncharted seas where “there be dragons”.
Deep, driven is the shaft of daggers hilted blade
Casts its long crucifixes shadow
Here on books of quaint and forgot lore
Tomes of cryptic grimoires,
archaic mysteries, ill-begotten biographies,
Black Bibles of some unknown deity...
Or leather-bound abominations
found in the depths of god-forsaken tombs.
Stacked like sand blown Persian Ziggurats.
To were a white horror stares
bleached bone and hollowed sockets glare
it grins sinisterly but it's harmless if you dare
But why would you care
Around this still life of oddities
Things found a life lived out fast
Hallmarks of someone long
forgotten history left in this corner
under these lights for someone
to render in all details
of its fading glories
Life is still at last.
O Grace thou Art !!!!
like the smallest bells suddenly ringing
in my ashen-ed grey hallways
a swirl of brilliant breeze
light splashes in ...crests over the sills
blinding glory
startled awake
my eyes open
overwhelmed once again...weak with us...ours alone
an ethereal longing that the angels watch
eternity...light sounds explosions of mercury and sulfur and satin lace and mir
so much mir...the golden blur of it
mountains rising and water falls
thunderous
monumental climb SKYWARD
our hands and minds are dripping
blending
a cataclysmic swirl
we are black whole that holds all things...is all things and is nothing at all
absolute nothing.....fiercely pulsing
the quasar ...............has awakened
The shift is palpable
as if I can reach out .....holding hands right through the ether of now
my heart ...my heart....explodes with the purest metal
desert
becomes oceanic tidal pools
swelling over the dams
mere paper mache'
constructed in the silence of before and after
I can....I can...hear you
your forehead is leaned
fierce and gentle...against my own
your breath is labored
but we are silent in our most sacred communion
our
eternal reverie...we worship
in the house of the lord once more
One true thing
so for you
the slimming ........lightening
I will
till death
which can never part
one from the other can not be