Long Nettled Poems
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Spring's christening morn, they sow each, leased field
You squawk at their noisy machines, fabricated skill
In due time, green shoots sprout; twined destinies distilled
Awaiting Harvest moon's celestial seal
You ready your nettled till; contraband to fill
Before hoary frost can shower its blighting chill
Mechanized hands garnish nature's wage; stitched pockets to gild
Golden nuggets ferried to recycling mill
But to their deep reservoirs will not all of nature's bounty rill
Your scouring eyes will every, eroded funnel swill
From earth's spent crust, disbursed kernels drill
Sharpened beak pecking out residual, wasteful spill
So pretty wrapped in thorns, my dearest rose.
A dish, adorable, a pitbull — small.
She fends off fiends with nettled hands propose.
All pluck, with red stripe lips, sparks Springlike drawl.
Afresh in scent and velvet soft array,
blue bruise of her ornamental chamber.
This Cleopatra tease does make men bay.
This wild wine rose no pet prince can tame her.
The cut came quick, the snip of sharpened glass.
The former blushing queen of humble green.
The bucolic roar spreads, the plucked red lass
surrendered to the vase — a dauntless teen.
Ever after lasts but an hourglass bit.
The sunset quick — the sand that sinks her wit.
8/1/2018
Mark Massey’s Not Just Any Rose Poetry Contest
The Fairy Frog Princess
Hides deep in the forest.
Waiting in loving serenity, eternally
for her Frog King.
She's unlike all frogs,you have yet to
behold.
Her gorgeous body totally the deepest
aquamarine, nettled in gold.
Beware of her eyes, they enrapture
you completely.
The soft eyes flash hues off of jade,
turquoise, tanzanite and gold.
Known to cast a spell on any~they
behold.
Upon her colorful head sits her crown.
In the shape of a heart, deep sapphire so
magnificent.
And unlike other mundane frogs has her own sensual frog-scent.
A mystical mix of gardenia and jasmine,
SHhh !
The Fairy Frog Princess has closed her
eyes in deep tranquility.
Make haste now, as we depart her in her
honored nobility.
5/6/2019
3pm PST
Memories of us flicker like a candle wick's flame
Yesterdays, I recall, but today nothing is the same
Sleep's become illusive. Each night I am unsettled
Openly, I cry as if my red rimmed eyes are nettled
Uttering a sigh, I gaze at the glowing gilded moon,
Lingering in loneliness while attempting not to cry
Thoughts of you flow through me like a waterfall
Often, I stare at shadows dancing upon the wall
Keepsakes of our life, I cherish with all my heart
Every time I look at them, I try not to fall apart
Eternally, I will be grateful for all that we shared
Please, God, mend my soul, for it has been bared.
April 12, 2021
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JOYFUL JONES DIVORCES THE SEA
Tenacity of oceanic roar,
Davy Jones hammers each chord.
Embryonic fish, fracture in exploding bubbles.
Opulence anchors heavy, on seabed chest with ill afford.
Whales spew foam from nettled lips,
Throwing tail - haphazardly splashing.
Blubber of sperms bleed precious oil whilst
Knotted nets with jigsaw teeth - recklessly hashing.
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Lighthouse green and placid starlight blue,
Gentle sun warms the skin with clouded sin.
Jones plugs up the bottomless pit with fingertips
And takes this island of caribbean water out for a spin.
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The magician’s fish feast pulls at the banquet’s cover.
The velocity of vortex lashes kit and kin with vertigo,
And salts and peppers this treat with staring eyes.
What more can this torrential downpour bestow?
The finger of God tastes the bitter sea…
He writes his name on a wall of water.
Spoiled stink, of seafood bait wades -
As the Lord Hushes up his son and daughter.
Kim Rodrigues © 2016
Mocking the dead,
the vampire on the hill, high
above the cityscape. Why
does his cloak wrap around?
It moves with a hissing sound,
blackened on the outside,
blue on the molten graveside.
Sharpening incisors on the crag,
but
the villagers with their worn rags
tight fisted with their goodly lights -
those lanterns, infused with salt
of garlic, compelled forward in the dead
of night. Mockers and murderers, fed
by rage, want to dispel the wine and bread.
Hell,
the strangulation of fire, lava rolling
down the hill. Mocking, laughter -
the shivering of the old church rafters.
The reborn, new creation, settled
on roof-blowing praise. Nettled,
old Nick, the vampire king unsettled.
Mocking the dead,
making his own bed, jutting at jugulars,
darkening the atmosphere, drawing
congregants, unholy. But, someone holy
has his heels on the vampire’s head.
He’s been banished…dead heads’ rolling.
The glorious light of the lamb, consoling.
the outside floated inside
white seeds seemed fluff
floating & frolicsome
until their rooted relic
of bitter dandelion wine
wished we hurried
to busy our bones
do something thoughtful.
yes..we’d pluck a stem
or two and gift
but this gift in ever after
would list and wither
so quickly amidst
the coiffer of quarrels
pushing of the dander
of matters we stuffed
our pillows with at night
nightmare of nettled
never-never disappears
snow white impurities
implicated our insides
empty and forlorn
forgetting our vows
our impertinence
of the importance
of marital bliss
which doesn’t begin
with tricks and treats
but with travails
that lead to immemorial
memories and progeny
a long lasting kiss
carry your wife
over
the threshold barrier
don’t let complacency enter
let a garden of delights
bloom within
learn from occasional weeds
pluck…let sun in…water
tender your every day kiss
invite in joy and praise
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(I’ve been married 45 years)
Bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh: (Genesis 2:23)
A man leaves his mother and father
To cleave to his wife.
--No thoughts whatever of marital strife.
Then the children arrive,
Heralds of joy.
One is a girl; another a boy.
At first all is bliss
With the master and miss.
Then suddenly, THWACK,
The façade shows a crack.
Be it spit-up or colic,
Or just one sleepless night.
Both parents agree,
Something's not right.
The blame and the guilt,
The guilt and the blame:
Can any marriage survive
Such a cruel game?
Fast forward a bit
Past tears and accusations,
To late teen years
Of monetary machinations.
The fights and the shouting,
The wounds and the pouting;
The warnings and threats,
The mountains of debt...
And now that the darlings are married
And settled,
You're on call 24/7,
Constantly nettled.
But in hindsight it's worth it,
That much is clear.
So I'll end this bloody ode
On a note of good cheer:
Happy Valentine's Day, My Wife, My Love, My Dear!
(February 02 2018)
Recalling the Time
Written: by Tom Wright
3/10/2014
I can recall, in pictorial thought, the time,
When reaching my point of desperation;
Envisioning faintly, a death bell’s chime,
Feeling confused I confronted damnation;
Thus far in life executing on my own,
I reasoned that I was above the test;
Only later regretting some deed I’d sown,
That I thought perhaps was of my best.
Often in my sub-conscious I’d be settled,
That what I was experiencing was sure.
Sound advice commonly left me nettled,
And in solitude I reached out for a cure;
Just then a miraculous thing happened,
Far outpacing a childlike understanding;
God cleansed the heart once blackened,
Bringing peace and a life less demanding;
For from my body He had uprooted cancer,
Inducing psyche to feel faintly muzzy;
For serving a risen Savior was the answer,
Transforming my life into warm and fuzzy;
Adversity Was God’s Tool Of Choice
Written: by Miracle Man
12/19/2021
At times God has lead me,
where days were dark and unsettled.
While I experienced these times,
I was always found somewhat nettled.
It’s only when I’ve been dissatisfied,
weak, or experienced another failing.
That my heart sought comfort,
from adversity that was prevailing.
Adversity was God’s tool of choice,
suffering, I moved past my ability to cope.
Through adversity, I allowed God in,
I needed someone to cast me a rope.
“Nearly all men can stand adversity,
but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.”
Abraham Lincoln