Long Waterlogged Poems

Rolly, rolling in shallow surf, every wave a wisp
that'll move me through this sticky sand to the lush land.
Lumbering, waterlogged, soggy heap in my tux,
arms flopping, flailing about, cool currents fill my ears;
mere vestige of...

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A gentle breeze fluttered the curtain I hid behind, as I strained to hear above the 
pounding of the heart that was trying to break out of my chest, and above the 
roaring behind the...

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Pointed Art
Michael R. Burch

The point of art is that
there is no point.
A grinning, quick-dissolving cat
from Cheshire
must have told you that.

The point of art is this—
the hiss
of Cupid’s bright bolt, should it miss,
is bliss
compared to Truth’s...

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His heart is with the winds
that set his spirit free,
enduring breeze that sets the sails
and guides him out to sea.

Sea rover fair with eyes as blue
as ocean’s deepest depth,
he hails the morning mist
and keenly sets...

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Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer


Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs,
 or as majestic as a fully leafed oak?
 ...

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Angel in a Whirlwind

Storm of the decade descends upon the day
Torrents of howling rainfall flood the streets
Banshee winds whip trees, waves upon the bay
Gloomy clouds shadow skies – sunlight in retreat.

Faithful Wheaten, Snickers, too weak...

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Life from down Under

Beneath the turbulent, undulating seas of one’s life,
I have swam, against the ever changing, raging currents.
Many times, without foresight !!!, towards dire consequences.

Looking up from the depths at the underside of wave...

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I stand naked wrapped only in the truth
you vile, loathsome reptile.
My contempt of you is limitless
as I have been force-fed your hypocrisy.
Your postulations are lost on me
as my insight into your repulsive nature
is exceeded only...

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The Disappearance 
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbour
 on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo 
of scrap iron of ships that once had...

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Beneath the endless waves lays a body
Piscine and bow-legged; felt from miles away
Next to it, I sit
Lungs half-full, dappled sunlight caressing me

An abyssal peace shared with none
A third dimension for a third generation
Thinking beyond forward...

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PART II.

IV. 
there's no turning back...
when the landscapes change, when the rains come
submerged in solitary conversations
I'm unworthy to left gifts at your feet
so I wait and sleep in this desolate bothy
shattered and painfully conscious
and it's...

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Shooting sixty four rapids in the time stream

Powder milk biscuits helped yours truly, 
a Norwegian farmer wannabe feel bold
enough to weather inclement
steady rain which swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt...

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survivors

The captain called up the harbor authorities needed a birth a ship no one had heard of, but its manifest stated Sydney-bound 
They let the ship birth on a disused pier far from the city...

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spawned in the summer of 1853
these sliced succulent deep fried wonders 
resulted from the demands of a complaining customer
whose bullshit led our man, a one, 
mr. george crum
to do his best to satisfy the putz...

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A true story:

Boarded our boat, four of us — one was Gilligan. Map in hand, did we understand?  Enough to sail to the jewelry store! Ahh...a ceramic necklace and matching earrings ~ black and...

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Sometimes I just feel picture-perfect

like flowers that stay blue 

even if they can't reflect the ocean.

and I want to serenade the firmament

and resound myself to the air with silence like growing,

and sink tendrils, feasting off...

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You came in from the cold to warm my life,
a beating heart resuscitating my imprisoned soul – 
bringing colour to the palette of my life.
I gave you me, all of me… all for you

I was...

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Rain


*Lightening and thundering in the heavens
Aves scattered about in the  darkening clouds
In search of refuge 
It will rain and the bird's foot shall never touch water,
The river soon to go into unrest*



At times
We tarry...

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I am sincerely sorry.
I destroyed your Ferrari.
I spent all your money
On drugs and whiskey
And wrong lottery tickets.
Those things are wicked.

I am sincerely sorry.
I lied unendingly to you.
I left a scuff on your shoe.
I know it...

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Steady rain swirled, pooled,
and eddied around rolled
up pant legs skinny ankles, which
immediately felt cold
before undertow willingly

steadily, and nimbly pulled this former
ace swimmer into watery fold
quelling, relinquishing, and taking
my hard won mettle of gold
earned early in...

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Sequel to Intergalactic Breakdown by : Quoth Raven

Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,  
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack.  ...

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The day my son came into this land
I myself had achieved twenty one

Didn't notice it was my birthday
Until the deed was done

His sister came up to see him
On a day snow covered the street

In purple...

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WE MEET ON THE STAIRS

we met
we married
life spent
what’s the story
the story is ours
from beginning to end
not taken for granted
i see how that ends
we embrace
the highs and lows
whether new skin or waterlogged
we enjoy
time together
it is a...

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Miserable indeed must be the one who has never
Taken a flight of Fancy
Unable to use  imagination to its full.

Pity the one who is earthbound for the whole 24 hours.
With no escaping even for a...

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What’s the use of trying any longer?
Nothing comes out the way I want it to flow
Words perpetrate my every being
And I strain to get my temperament to slow
But my cognizance is reeling in a panic...

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