Long Suction Poems
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caught in an octopus’ arms
rip tide of tentacles
underwater currents
the black ink indelible
syphoned protection
can’t see the circling sharks
in my cocoon of false shadows
a surreal embrace
suction caps in action
in surprise
that it is me who
holds on for dear life
a fairy tale because a dolphin
comes to my rescue
until I glow in the dark
disentangle my fear
make friends with an imagined foe
condense spray into light
dissolve and reflect on
what could have been if I
had not been at rock bottom
not caved in to the pressure
sometimes life sheds its meaning
in dubious squirts
allegories and metaphors
until you dive in murky gloom
and take a tight squeeze
decompress on ascent
accept inklings of surrender
16th April 2021
A Dar-Dar delivered, a wonderful creature,
Arriving by yak after talks with a preacher.
Wrapped up in a blanket with little instruction,
Some suction required through keenest deduction.
A Dar-Dar’s a brilliantly small woodland sprite
Instilling both fear and great gasps of delight.
But before you know it, they’ve done fully grown,
Magically producing small sprites of their own.
These Dar-Dars are likely to range far and wide;
Reports say in Utah’s where one can be spied.
October is always a time to acquaint;
They’re oft drawn to ponies all covered in paint.
Wherever you find one, it’s always the best;
The dad of a Dar-Dar is a man truly blessed.
We have some squirrels that we love to see
which seem to be part of our home.
They run back and forth from our old Oak tree
and feast at the self-service dome;
to find food- there's no need to roam.
The plastic feeder with suction holds fast
to our sunroom window where we
can sit through the day enjoying the cast
of squirrels and birds that are free
to come- joining the eating spree.
We watch their drama almost every day:
each one standing guard for a turn-
at times with the stress of having their way.
They flee, and this can cause concern;
yet, when the fights end, all return.
The squirrels rank top in chains of command;
the birds all must wait in a line-
except when a Blue Jay flies down to land,
all give up their pleasure to dine-
or pecked as a stern warning sign.
With squirrels, we stand up close, very near.
They watch us while eating their feed-
accept us fondly without showing fear;
seem thankful we honor their need-
and show that we've done a good deed.
Written: September 15, 2025, for a contest sponsored by John Lawless
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Perhaps it was never love—
just a fipple of breath in velvet dusk,
a suction of names unspoken,
burnished by the stygian hush
between your glance and mine.
Perhaps the ossuary sang first—
an aria of alabaster bones,
each note a necrotic lullaby.
We writhed in the molten ache,
palliating truth with ephemera,
inveigled by the aureate hush
of what we dared not name.
Perhaps this is the Desideratum—
a triptych of sacred forgetting,
Lethe in a chalice of dedication,
The hex of hope is still undulating
beneath our slack-jawed silence.
"Lord, grant Your divine healing..."
This is my spirit's plea
Now that I'm confronted with my Dad's groaning angst
While he writhes in pain, struggling to express himself
Here in the Intensive Care Unit which is his haven this Christmas season.
"Lord, your miraculous healing is needed..."
This is my soul's whining
Whenever I see my Dad's agonizing response
Toward seemingly endless needle pricks, catheter changes, suction insertions
As he strives, yet suffering, to seek relief.
"Lord, pour out your healing that's merciful..."
This is my constant prayer
Since my Dad's afflicting blood sugar count
Along unstable blood pressure rise
Oppresses him grievously midst laboured breathing.
"Lord, Your gracious healing* is besought..."
This is my humble cry
With faith in His power for my Dad's health-restoration
So as to recuperate from his stroke
Toward praise-filled thanksgiving and joyous homecoming.
*Luke 9:11 ... He (Jesus Christ) received them, and spake unto them of the kingdom of God, and healed them that had need of healing.
December 24, 2018
7th place, "LET 'ER RIP #2" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless; judged on 12/29/2018.
Is my room in such disarray
That I'm not even seeing straight?
Are those dust bunnies wearing candy wrappers as hats?
Their building an army, I'm under attack!
They start to charge towards me with their toothpick swords
holding shields made of buttons and whips made of extension cords
They begin constructing a catapult made up of popsicle sticks and a wooden spoon
One by one the dust bunnies shoot across the room
Ducking every attempt to hit them with the broom
I bet I can suck those little buggers up with my trusty vacuum
Their little cries are covered up by my suction tool of death
I hope you bunnies enjoyed your last breath
I will keep my room clean I promise you
Now I am aware of what dust bunnies can do.
Amerikkka
Amerikkka
why so passive aggressive
Let's play the 50
Allow me to break the ice
Now check it
I think I found my calling
My great ancestors calling
The war horse is out of the stable
Serving vengeance in that kitchen
with a rusty soup ladle
Racism been on the table
But it's never discussed
It's time to snatch the life
right outta the elite wit no suction cup
Why bluff
when you against all odds
I'm aiming for the bullseye
But this ain't darts
If you ain't apart of the solution
You a part of the problem
Why everybody telling me to calm
down like I give a damn
That the government's watching
Going hard for my people
Like I'm on cialis
I know I made the watch list
For being callous
East sea capricious invites frolickers
Lose all resolution fighting her euphoria
Entry to her anger ensures exit involuntary
Megalithic Pacific mounts with power superior
Eruptions, edge gumption propel folk
Nautilus chortles her lapis lazuli laughter
Thrill pulled paddlers contest for echo evoke
Suction eroding floor swept compulsively faster
Monstrous Nemo swims rhythm erratically
Elevates victims in lifted lemonade chamber
Elixir tips her fizz in eyes, ears unapologetically
Tumult assault sends sand spun fun to ocean chasers
Aussie beach, nothing beats it!
26th January
A catastrophic tornado on a path of destruction,
hit Barrie, Canada July 15th at 230pm, Thursday;
high winds took roofs, and trees like a great suction.
windows blown out, vehicles overturned, debris filled the streets.
All the people could do was hide in basements and pray,
after dazed homeowners were already talking about reconstruction;
people wandered in shock at the scenes of total disarray.
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July 19, 2021
Poetry/Rhyme/IHO-The Survivors
Copyright Protected, ID 07-1374-507-19
All rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Julyme
sponsor, William Kekaula, Judged 08/14/2021
Whit wet Vetted Splendour...
Pervaded mounded jeweled ground
gunmetal sky incessantly
pelted and did pound
asper staccato round
arhythmic, emphatic, melodic sound
to this clown,
who felt housebound
as precipitation reigned down.
steady rain quintessentially
patterned oodles of necklaced
mini mellow marsh lands
wee hour early this morn
after drenching rain abated,
I set foot upon the sponge
bobbing soaked boggy badlands
highland manor saturated
feet immediately sank deep
quickly submerged whole body
subterranean suction suffocated
without objection relinquished
superfluous lifesource (mine)
feeble writer (me)
oblivious pathetic simian
high jinxed human
resigned purposelessness necessitated
liberating meaningless NON GMO
gluten/ monosodium glutamate
free corporeal essence
hungrily gulped into Gaia's maw
vanished without a trace
transubstantiated (uber vacuumed)
wrought into indiscriminate
requisitioned, repurposed, reincarnated,
recycled carbon based materials,
where sedimentary processes metamorphosed
formerly insignificant (lava lee
liquidated louche) passively
recalcitrant know-nothing
dynamic forces glommed,
within whirling wide
webbed sized cauldron
crucible distilled basic
constituent building blocks
combining deciduous non
bull leaf ving Earthling
(poet wannabe) unrecognizable
disseminating Harris jackknifed ludicrous
johnny come lately
legend (nixed son)
across avast subterranean
shiftless tectonic world
property, asper oblate spheroid
incorporated within manifold biosphere
improbable far fetched fluke
identical likeness of self,
(nor any deceased life replicated)
will ever trod this planet again!