Long Mollusk Poems
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Dragons with their brimstone throats
burned millions
before bursting into combustible myths.
Did we once make fire
or did the fire make us? Burning,
burning, burning
until ‘forever’ became extinct, became
smoke behind the ramparts of heaven.
More burning, torching the sub-human heart
into almost human pieces,
making our blackened ancestors,
(our little thumb-opposing howlers),
shed their burning skin,
revealing a mollusk of intellect,
a shellfish without a shell
exposing its wriggling thought
in that shedding. The burning
filled our eyes,
we saw the fire, its flinty roots,
we grubbed for those roots
made them bloom, made the flame.
Then full of a holy zeal
we made a great war upon the world.
Saw the rose open bloom by the blink of an eye
whilst I sit by a blue ribbon sea
love agape in my room all my fears are a lie
with the grace of Your love, I do see
that the sun never fails to return to the sky
like the water returning to sea
as I walk on a shore by an eagle's shrill cry
through the grace of Your love, I do see
little footsteps behind, never leading me blind
doth I swim in the ocean of free
you alone hath begotten my soul to unwind
and through grace of Your love, I do see
as the mollusk un-clams in his lyrical shell
Lufian -light comes to see
that truth is a bullion of gold , all is well
and through the grace of Your love, we all see
that the stars always shine in the seine
while the temporal lights all agree
He's our lifing device, judicious and sane
and through grace of His love,
we all, can see.
Feb. 3, 2019
Untrampled Sand
Idyllic shorelines tucked away
Are island protected in a tropical bay
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La lathered in gold.
Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind-fanned,
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming squatters’ rights of fertile deposits.
Mollusk seashells litter the beach
Within the cove’s curvature outreach,
Where hermit crabs upgrade shells
And birds sing throughout the hills.
(Un paraíso tropical de mi corazón
En sueños con la mujer que amo.
Gracias por la memoria
Ese viento llena mi lienzo
Mientras navego por los océanos.)
A tropical paradise of my heart
In dreams with the woman I love.
I thank you for the memory
That wind-fills my canvas
As I sail the oceans.
Buoyed over waves of elation
Marvel at favourable sights of creation
Prospect for attainment visible
Within glossy bastion, even trials seems agreeable
Mollusk of endearing devotion, grumbling for denied favours seem so easy
How progenitors of our existence purse their frustrations makes one feel lousy
Reeking of corrupted souls, makes tastebuds sour to elixir
Grafted as second skin blends to exude a new color
Aversion so easily discerned when everything awash
How chameleon spirit avulsed everything from one in a stroke of whiplash
Hooters perched on the demise of accrued inheritance
Consternation that needs to be shackled for their malefactor dance
When plunder acknowledged for their vantage
Stipends bequeathed as morsels to owner of the heritage
When the bubble finally bursts
Lesson that even if one's dominion life is not always just
Monitoring in anticipation stranger's and dear ones alike by holter
Affirms the old adage that blood is thicker than water
I need no dog, the arrogant, annoying flea biter said.
He promptly did a summersault on his sweet head.
Well don’t look at me, said the old man flea Lee.
I am biting flesh right now, but no dog I see.
The dog gave a yelp and scratched a hole in his back.
But he was not as quick as the flea known as Yak.
Yak jumped out of the way, for he was a jumping flea.
Haha! Yak yelled with a shout. No creature got me!
Let’s go for the cat, the flea biter suggested.
They don’t taste very appealing said Sue, who had nested.
I think this is a giant, maybe a mollusk, or a squid.
It cannot be a dog; he died. His name was Kid.
Where the tide licks a sandy beach
a running ripple
thins to wash a ring of rounded pebbles -
there, a muddy ribbon
trickles through brine rinsed trinkets
surged up as a slosh of time
from the oceans depth.
Here be the bones of seahorse dragons,
and the beached and bloated
pods of marine algae,
Fractured mollusk shells splinter,
carapace and claws swell
in a mutual dross,
a trawled-up flotsam
tossed upon
low spin drifting waves.
A sculptured driftwood
expressed into mythic forms
anchors its art where the wind combs.
Sometimes coins, both new and old, surface
to be pocketed once more.
Obscure metallic treasures knuckle
and poke-mark the shoreside
with their unanswered questions.
I walk an ankle-deep dawn light
shipwrecked on my own shores edge.
A seagull's homeless cry
keeps me fishing for new depths.
Incline your ear and press it to the earth dear soul on fire
feel the moist wet clod of God's rich dirt and don't speak a word;
Listen to the sound of your own heart beat
as it thrums through Mother nature's girth
move slowly, like the mollusk does
across The Sacred Land of its birth
Life is a song unsung, if you don't have love
so sing a canticle of Glory to the heavens
and for goodness sake look up child
recall the lullabies your mother sang to you
the Heroic Anthems of your Father's story
and let your song be heard
from the mountains high !
Swept by waves of nostalgia
Afloat on longing tides
I assessed this oyster compound
where my heart could not abide.
Aphrodisiac pulls of Neptune
were as lava cooled to stone
What use were pearls of luster
when one had no collarbone?
Heralded by sea trumpets
kelp banners flying high
Sentinels of sea urchins
with pink coral by their sides
Calamity, with determined madness
shoved sponges from his path
Provoked by clam injustice
Spurred by mollusk wrath.
I searched for an escape exit
from that cruel, moronic clam
This myriad ideology,
naught but an oyster sham.
When a seahorse bobbing aimlessly
moved closer to my side
I unhinged my oyster carapace
and grasped its roughened hide.
I was jolted and I was jostled
as I settled on its back
Calamity watched in amazement
standing frozen in his track
When an agitated octopus
released an ink black kite,
a galaxy of starfish
sank into the brackish night.
I focused my attention
on my lost and nervous steed
We were climbing ever upward
at a most alarming speed
Breaking through the surface
I swallowed back a scream
Afraid of finding Calamity
I found it all had been...a dream.
Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... redux
a worse hellish fate than perdition
At least forty eight hour time span
lapsed whereby big boy wanted to cry
explaining how yours truly
felt he would die
an undertaking malaise
found me experiencing physical duress vis a vis,
a bowel movement,
wherein waste unable to expel
from the anus of this guy,
which bout with rectal obstruction
found me doubled over
with lower abdominal distress
whereby comfort found me unable to lie
down nor sit upright
(with back padded with pillows
against the cellar brick wall),
thus severe bloating a bonus well nigh
and managed on a previous occasion
to muster the means to bare
frigid arctic vortex aire to purchase
the Acme brand Metamucil,
which akin to Drano doth ply
thru the excretory tract
supposedly loosening the stools,
which optimism (product
didst earn claim to fame) generated a sigh
if that expressed intent
to cease LivingSocial would try
humph enjoining this lxii year old married male
to cede victory to the grim reaper, who would vie
as winner de jure
to this common fellow invoking libretto
ohm resistant understudy waste not want not
allowing, enabling and providing relief,
without successful defecation
despite the oppressive urge to bolster this Uriah
heap of balled up and tuckered out
five foot and ten inches of lovely bones,
thence mouthing retraction
of former thought to cease existing
though a non-bull lever
in any power broker qua mankind
relief at long last
provided posterior answered prayer
yet, this scrivener
scrutinizes his recurring
pain in the ass jagged torture
and asks a rhetorical one word question "WHY"?
As of early August 20th, 2021-
I finally move bowels but...
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
stasis of lower bowel found yours truly
doubled over in gastrointestinal agony
as if elephant or red (livid with rage)
bull thrust his tusk into mine tush
ah...voila... hence subsequently I tout
blessed magic of laxatives
Amitiza, Dulcolax, and Miralax
relieving lower abdominal and rectal
discomfort agonizing me dawn to dusk.
Long and winding is the trail
slickened by a slimy snail.
Through life he does wend,
wondering how it will end:
"If I might beg your pardon,
little snail in my garden -
is your day going well,
little creature in a shell?"
The mollusk replied in fright,
"I beg your pardon if I might",
said the snail whose skin was wet
with nervous beads of sweat.
"I'm God's creature just like you",
said he as he eyed the shoe,
and, "My, you're looking good,
glad you're in the neighborhood."
But those words were too late,
for the beast of sluggish gait.
It wasn't how he had wished,
his life stilled by being squished.