Long Tarpaulin Poems
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Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden.
Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus.
Wild life biomes ripe with open sesame.
Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green leaf ferments bubble underneath.
Mother of all wombs, diva pulse or fertile runner bean.
Maternal youth.
Eternal youth.
Bamboo shoots that wave their infant tassels
in a windmill vane.
Future plant life leveler a wobbly wellie earth crunch.
Squelching noises tower over brown air pigment mulch.
Sweet pea treasure’s
plot or topsoil script, ploughman’s pen an agri-birthmark issue.
Acorns cling to feather beak and claw with migrant species casually dispersing airborne clan.
Pity the poor bacteria as they bear their own strain.
Mediators in regrowth,
life cycle go betweens who skirt around infinity.
Pregnant life force signage points at blossom, branch and blade.
Father sky, whose azure blue tarpaulin watches blithely as we earthlings bloom like algae.
Captain chlorophyll, the sunshine nabbing pirate rules the waves.
Sugar dazzle booty on display for fortune hunters everywhere.
Placenta of the rural outcrop overstretched.
Nourishing, replenishing yet prematurely procreates its progeny.
Compost layer genus code emulsions where thorny splatters worm themselves inside.
Gene pool mirror drapes its vibrant colour wash on foetal lime bow and arrow twigs.
A prism to some rainbow tint or shaft.
Muddy waters percolating sluggishly through all those clay born matrices below.
Our natural breeds now wet nurse turf ground offspring.
Nutrients absorbed by network carriers- sprout and stem WIFI eco-mates.
Elevator of the undergrowth in embryo.
Going up going down.
Timeless womb your time will always come.
Posted 13 th August 2021
Children with candy floss and wands of bright plastic,
Anticipation of the big top fantastic -
“Affordable family fun!”
The circus has come to town.
A carnival and a frisson of people,
The smell of the diesel,
It's magical and visceral –
Intense.
There's a girl in hoop earrings
Stands ready and steady and poised at the entrance,
Beckons our queue, guides us on through.
Later in sky blue and diamonds,
She’ll balance the line
Of the high tight rope walk.
To the right, a big burly man,
A wandering vendor of neon lit sabres -
“As you've never seen him before!”
Will throw a precision of knives at his wife.
Twenty years she has whirled in her satin and modesty chiffon,
On her own wheel of fortune.
To the left, there's a girl in an ordinary sweatshirt,
Wide spangled hairband, at a stand where pink sugar is spun.
Soon, she'll be spectacular!
Twirling on ribbons and ropes.
Belief suspended on the thrill of her peril,
Her grace.
We’ll be spellbound.
Sounds surround us as we take our seats ringside,
The beautiful boy selling programmes
Will descend,
Perform a daredevil act.
Our necks strained as we look
To the infinite blue of a tarpaulin sky -
Trapeze artist high -
He'll fly and he'll never grow older.
Dream big.
And then come the men,
Louder and bolder,
Selling bottomless buckets of popcorn and pop,
Sweet, salted and fizzy,
Between sets, they'll be busy.
A cascade of jugglers and clowns.
The big gestures of jesters and tumbling chaos -
“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!”
And too soon the showtime is over,
We spill back out into the park,
Blinking into the afternoon,
Rare and recount the fleeting visions of awe and wonder.
Tomorrow the circus will have packed up and gone.
Leaving behind just a fairy circle of flattened grass
And the ghosts of muddy tyre tracks.
Puppeteers
In cavalcades of bulletproof cocoons
all aspects of our lives they can control
they own all that you have except your soul
the sharply suited pipers call the tunes.
Exchanging every privilege and boon,
in freedom's name to dominate, their goal,
unleash fierce ordinance to take it's toll
fruits of their machinations now lie strewn.
Far off, survivors of their bombs and guns
crouch , huddled in a maze of shattered walls,
tarpaulin shades family from the sun,
parents can't quiet hungry baby's call.
A world away, when all is said and done
the price of one gold watch could feed them all.
27th October 2015
Basic Italian ( I think)-
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It was thought she was pregnant
confused as she was
and out of her depth.
They waded into the river to help.
They floated rubber rafts to buoy her up.
Marine experts posited ways
to keep her breathing in shallow waters.
In dockyard pubs
hard men openly spoke of her plight,
voices low and humorless
as they test-drove new technical jargon.
When she died;
rolling in the pebbly shallows
we threw a tarpaulin over her
as if she were a human cadaver.
We had done our best, had televised everything,
implemented elaborate plans,
recorded last moments with ripples of hope;
watched the sluggish waves
wash away her long drowning.
I met him often, when he was young, like a pride palm tree,
He charmed and hypnotized his cobra, and made him wave, free;
His puffed flute fit into his mouth, making mallow music,
The crowd hailed his unique entertainment and mild slapstick...!
Herbs and home-made medicines he had, as though magic-mixed,
Common cold and cough he healed; broken bones he neatly fixed;
Faith or truth - none knew well- yet, all who knew him firmly said:
He'd mystic might of giving life to anyone who's dead...!
He's superhuman, claimed some rustics; no snake could harm him,
Some knew he'd extracted the fangs, lest he became death-victim;
Some said he cleared farms from snakes, thus protected rich and poor,
Others said he sent snakes there first; charmed them; and gained grandeur...!
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I see him today, as though lost, at the brisk footpath road,
His soiled torn tarpaulin-sheet spread; he looks sleepy and bored;
His toy-like real-snake, as though lost all juvenile bliss,
Has forgotten tricks of the trade, and his furious hiss...!
His once admiring audience, never seem look at him,
The costly currencies they threw have turned coins that got trim;
Rules and rulers threaten him, as threat to Ecosystem,
Could he desert his friendless friend, yet, to wild vacuum...?
He does never fail to feed his friend with fish, frog and eggs,
He serves his tamed colleague, and never now inflict hard hoax;
Cut off from his den his snake-friend finds in him much solace,
He, as member of his house, treats him with great tenderness...!
No-matter what! He works hard! Feeds his fine friend faithfully,
Ups and downs he takes easy; lives in highest harmony;
He, to me, like his snake with no fang, is nature's creature,
They adapt, in all moods and moodiness, with each other...!
01 January 2021
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
It was thought the young whale was pregnant
confused as she was and out of her depth.
They waded into the river to help,
floated rubber rafts to buoy her up.
Marine experts posited ways
to keep her breathing in shallow waters.
In dockyard pubs
hard men openly spoke of her plight,
voices low and humorless
as they test-drove new technical jargon.
When she died;
rolling in the pebbly shallows
we threw a tarpaulin over her
as if she were a human cadaver.
We had televised everything,
implemented elaborate plans,
recorded last moments with ripples of hope.
Later we watched the sluggish waves
wash away her long drowning.
~~~~~
https://www.ctvnews.ca/world/young-whale-trapped-in-london-s-river-thames-euthanized-1.5421060
A crepuscular theatrical serene speech prompt,
slip spill in an echoey pattern down my soft skinned ear,
as I was captivated by the gloss quilt luminance of,
glow worm stars, silver moon tarpaulin, indigo horizon,
elysian sidereal dust that so magnetic trance,
I dwell on flawless antique navy blue tapestry,
of enthralling nocturnal mirth streamed murmur,
timelessness a slow tick second hand mesmerizer,
symbiotic solitude on moulded granite bench,
whets intense yearning as my elevated odyssey,
where gilded gust a universal sage’s hint from,
invisible zone whose through the age enchantment,
forevermore a velvet hush, a lush chrysalis,
metamorphosis at a peek, diurnal cyclic mystery,
forevermore I am an affluent lodger to telluric haven
riddle of the night
unveils its lucid passage,
beyond mortal span
Heaven within an effervescent spiral steam moiety,
juxtaposed across emblazoned morning patch
immortal,
of swooning sun whose rays bounce off garnet veins,
me, spectator, bard, curator of reflection for posterity,
this tantalised dawdler in a dewdrop leaf coppice,
majestic mountain summit under dawn spell,
arousing passionate interwoven interface of cordial,
bonhomie link to merriment, auroral pathos,
perpetual and beyond expansive firmament,
romantic fingertip alignment in surreal fog tango,
where pounding heart oath infinite in salient scope,
blue lagoon bounty, argent cascade, rainbow chaser,
dizzy upper echelon beauteous my twinkled torrent of delirium,
forevermore, longer longing, forever as this wonder world dervish,
waltzing through eternal mists, with my zest for life,
as gold encrusted passport to a rapturous paradise
daylight points the way
to lasting beauty on earth
cherish the vista
One very heavy night
Dark, gloomy and pouring
It poured unceasing
Fear augustly visited my sight.
My brothers in the rain
To fetch for our stomachs' gain.
This fear invited my shaking hands
Grabbing hurriedly, tarpaulin weapon
Miry clays.... wetlands
my weary legs struggled upon.
Calmed, I saw my Blood
In a tussle with the flood
My beloved slippers fled
In the cruising angry torrent
After them, I fled
At my sudden surge of passion current.
It was crazy
I slipped, headed for the gully
Liquid fire, burning and hazy
At the edge, my slippers caught equally
Me, the slippers, a losing point
A hand caught me at the joint.
A crazy risk of life
My life and a lifeless thing
For ten hours and a half
i nurtured the worth of living.
Awaiting bristled whisper of ghost jounced leaves
Lain gazing galaxies far from terra's tarpaulin roof
Exciting diamonds claw for cosy navy ink reprieve
Hark my insignificance in succinct majesty's truth
Hushed by muchness, my warmth absorbs His plenty
Lapped by luminous lure, iced gateau half eaten moon
Crumbled among sudden calm of Master's immensity
Awash in melodic acknowledgement, midnight's tune
Flung hungry flouresce of surged fireflies fighting
Tenure very temporary, attempt to reach realisation
Spread as cake laden table, sugary array imbibing
Drunk on the gifts of gateau smile faced dedication
Heavy sun slumbers elsewhere, heat not apparent
Reality rests unreadable, dispelled from night haven
Swum in wonder of dark desire, denying my errant
Shot stars instrusive find my heart entirely enslaven
19th October 2020
Written for Contest : Collaboration
Sponsored by: Silent One
The sun has sunk
the moon was nearing
lumber smoke tarpaulin
vermillion shine
touch our hearts
shades of strain exhaust the space
as the aroma of harvest time
rejuvenate your hentai
I could feel the freshness under my feet
a fantastic breeze blows over us
my heart is shaking
while leaping through a leaf pile
all leaves are wilfully dropped
gotten from a glorious golden tree
like the blush on your beam
this bold course has a story behind it
daylight vanishes from sight
like billows of porpoises raging the skies
glossy tip of fresh grass,
variety blurs to maroon
same as the popping of consuming wood,
my chimney will illuminate soon
tree after tree, the woods develop
With a solid hint of self-esteem
dusky red like polished lips
maybe orange is God's most tasty gift
each branch is trickling with walnuts
the air is loaded up with the sound of speedsters
the owl cuddles up to the coat
same as a honey bee resting in its hive
we wander this road hand in hand
the seasons alter before my eyes
the views are broad and the atmosphere is serene
thank God for the warmth of September
we need to tidy up the wreck.
5th place contest winner
Written: September 16, 2022
Fall Flavors Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Theme: Jumping in a pile of leaves