Long Slurry Poems

Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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Fifty-seven years ago, when I was but a child, I thought my mom and dad were pretty cool.
The only things they ever did that really ticked me off were - make me take a bath…and...

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Ah, the life surreal.  Nothing like wearing the weirdness like a greatcoat as I sip bad hotel coffee and muse over where the last few years have taken me while watching ice flow around old...

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For contest Sponsored by: (Destroyer ((Poet
My worst poem ever

The sights and the scenes that you might have seen
Will hold no great power or trill
When tonight I regale that wondrous tale
Of the farmer that lived in...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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Chorus x 2
It’s okay if my ego wears jacket
it’s nice if my resume plays drums
I’m endowed, dazzling and full
so let the world know my hands are a major part
of those holding  it.

1. A personality...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley...

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As we approached the ice bergs our ship seemed tiny
they towered high above us as we crept into the bay
we could see the Eskimo's and their sleigh's waiting
now we would complete the next few legs...

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life is a messy slurry 
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
citizen cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
living is a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
a...

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I'm tired. I'm so tired. Growing up, I loved that special kind of lovely loneliness when you sit in your car, it's raining and it dances on the roof and you smile like you've got...

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He was the only one from the house of the dead at the cemetery

and he scared the living daylight out of other guests at the funeral

shuffled in rigor mortis and reaped a few condescending remarks

How...

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STOOL MATTERS--
O' crap, whatz wuzz that~!!
Oh, I stepped in and animal excrement, 
specially that of common domestic
 farm animals left in pasture used as fertilizer
Solid matter discharged alimentary canal
Protective covering

~

Excrement, especially that of common domestic...

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Without solid footing, idealism is a dream
From a position of strong sociopolitical reality
Words kill idealism without a scheme
Idealists deem the short-term triviality.

The ideal balance between man and nature
A serene scene of transcendence unfolds
Driftless area, spawning...

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BUTCHER PETE

In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.

RADIOACTIVE  SCUM

The Russian soldiers who stormed Chernobyl, are buried in lead coffins below.
And...

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Happy birthday to a lovely lady called Jan
Who's a poet from The Isle of Man
So please raise your glass
To a very nice lass
Burn (s) the candle at both ends while you can.

Have a ...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and...

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Aberfan

Fifty years since Aberfan and a welsh town's grief it first began.
For every coal mine, slurry mounds,
theirs claimed the young from school playgrounds.
Miner's digging underground below slurry piles that made no sound.
Seasons's came and then...

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Sometimes everybody hurts
All the time I hurt
I read the manual
Weighed the options
Slammed the door shut
To my conscience
And it knocks ceaselessly
And it wails like a lamb in search of its mother
Negligence on my part
Ignorance?
Think looong 
live...

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From birth we see the the world all bright and blurry
Colours there sparkling for our eyes 
The brain free to make sense of this spectrum slurry

What is this colour what is your form
You are not...

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We stood silent
in the cold wind,  
snug in the wrapped warmth
of our grandmothers thick coat, 
my sister and I,
staring into the mystery
of a freshly cut and polished 
marble headstone, the letters
spelling my grandfathers name
sounding...

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A rundown duplex in an old inner city place
The walls smeared with dog  in an outright disgrace
It smelt of no hope and no future for her anyone more
The neighbours complained of loud music and...

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Late rain sums
Cicadas delight;
Cold night tryst

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Words plus words
Disrupted poise;
Confront conflict

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Icy splash
Cold water surprise;
Morning face wash

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Stormy afternoon
Wetness redecorates;
June somnolence

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Umbrellas galore
Unforgiving rain;
Wetness everywhere

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Midday siesta
Day dreams collide;
Rainy day lot

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Celery and fruits
Blended slurry;
Detox routine

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Savvy story
Placid poise;
Nothing more

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Noisy terminal
Airport hallway;
Buzz...

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"Greetings To Subway"

A taste bud option determine upon a sub type like tips are a option

What type of bread do you prefer? Nearly all favor wheat or white

Six inches on the other hand a foot...

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The Suitless Santa

Twas the night before Christmas, Jack Daniels and me
Waiting for dear Santa to come down and fill the tree
My cat lay purring and had forgotten about the mouse
Falling soundly asleep while listening to...

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A humid day,
mosquito clouds swarm along
a red dirt road to the farm.
There are grimy rows of pig pens,
hazed dark by humming hordes
of black fly.

Bob (an old friend), chuckles.
“Man, you picked the wrong time of year
to...

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