Long Underbellies Poems

Contest : The Prismatic Self
Sponsor : Daniel Henry Rodgers
Date submitted : 19/5/25

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“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite 
architectural design ~ endless
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sharpen mind, mould...

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500 clicks down, was code phrase for battle ships gone all depth charge. The deeper you go down that black-holed sink, the more you understand in your oxygen deprived brain, that there is a lesson...

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UNDERBELLIES


What underbelly is this 
          containing quiet grasping greed for
my magical sword gifted to me by St Michael ?
       What...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain

The “Fountainhead”
on your...

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The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing...

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It was on the eve of Sunday, November 2nd, 1834
The day grew dark and gloomy like it never had before
Island sounds in diminish, a hush befalls my ears
The community of Amhuinnsuidhe was about to enter...

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A walk through the meadow seems in order
The sun is peaking through some wispy cloud,
Coreopsis is in full bloom along the border
While verbena and cosmos are standing proud.

I make my way through the overgrown path
Pushing...

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The snowy mountaintops at the distance
Long trodden ways criss-crossing my momentary dreams
I perch upon the wings of poetry, my engrossing passion
I reach there Edmund, Tenzing Norgay smiling at me

Days after day I trudge along
The paths...

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Dying rays of silent stream into a silent room
It’s golden beams dancing
Light in animate motion
Its master is soon to sink below horizon’s velvet hills
Cornflower, tangerine and crimson stain the sky
Clouds drift…their feathered underbellies glowing bright
Anticipating...

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Night thunder arrives. Occult spacecraft descend,
hurl giant underbellies of sound downward -
climactic events galvanize grouting and glass.

The next boom is distant, yet lightning streaks
across closed eyes.
Backyard bones are starkly illuminated,
perhaps even scorched?
An astral mythology shakes...

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If my poetry were a place it would be Keenly Beanly Pumpkin Pie
There would be gootslangs, underbellies, and brazen cats that fly.
Trixie muse would be wearing a gold crown with emerald jewels round.
A more whimsical...

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(These are 2 etheree I put together to form a double etheree.
They were inspired by the marvelous
documentary movie "March of the Penguins.")

In the Empire of the Ice:
“The Plunge” & “When Childhood Ends”

They poke small heads...

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Night thunder arrives.  Occult spacecraft descend,
hurl giant underbellies of sound downward.
Climactic events galvanize grouting.

The next boom is distant,
other places are scorched or illuminated 
by quixotic hosts -
you never know with astral mythology.

The crackling of...

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They poke small heads out from
their moms’ underbellies.
Feeling chilled, they retreat
to their parents’ safe spot.
Receiving nourishment,
the chicks grow and adapt.

One day, left alone,
beckoned by the sea,
they take the plunge. and
for five years, they play,
chasing waters’...

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i can hear the wet street
under brilliant white walls
black underbellies pressing
themselves softly
against the white lines
the sound of the wheels turning
the rustle of the trees as we pass
a road trip to the infinite
i can reach the...

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