October gallops in as stolid as a gray mare,
a blunt wind snorts furiously through autumnal trees.
Foliage rattles, but does not fall, it clings still
to green stems.
Appalachian backwoods have tough roots,
shod as they are into an earth salted
with a dark gritty ore.
Bears are foraging and reaping,
their black silky pelts clamber over gusting winds
to reach the furthest fruits
before first snows overburden stoic pines.
Today the sky is unharnessed
and racing at full tilt
It whips my raw lips like a wet mane,
it rears up to stamp down upon its own
animated onslaught.
I adjust my rucksack and reshoulder a shotgun
grin, eyes watering
caught under the stampeding gale,
buffeted now by its muscular flanks.
I need to bridle this striding wind,
to halter its headlong charge,
or better yet just surrender -
turn my back on it,
let it ride me
as we leap down from the hilltops
whooping it up like cowboys.
Categories:
overburden, poverty,
Form: Free verse
Come to the moment, come to Me,
I will not overburden thee,
Share My sorrow and My grief,
And your soul shall find relief.
(copyright 10/30/15)
Categories:
overburden, blessing, christian, faith, hope,
Form: Lyric
GRANITE THINKS BACK
Yeah those were the magma days - for what it’s worth:
Surging up from the inner reaches of the earth
To the crust – ‘cos when you’re hot, you’re hot,
Just a-bubblin’, turnin’, and a-tossin’ in a hot spot.
We joked about bursting out in great hot gushes like real men
But didn’t know that we’d be stopped well before then.
Giant condom of overburden rocks slowed and stopped us:
We cooled off, lost our fire, like old men on a late bus.
Then had to wait till the blanket was rent and lost
Due to the forces of weathering - rain and frost.
At last we were allowed to poke our snout
Into the delightful soft landscape, standing out. . . . .
. . . . . As granite hills.
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NOTE
This topic is known as Psycho-sexual geology, or sclerotic erotica.
Categories:
overburden, funny,
Form: Couplet
Before you say you failed again, you must start.
Even before pride can be lost, you must try.
Tell me you have begun, without any part,
Realize that waiting is not enough for a cry.
Again you say, tried I have and failed myself.
You must commence an action for it to fail.
Early on, we learn that pride sets on a shelf.
Dear sweet one; you have my faith for sale.
Another year has passed; I shared your burden.
Gaining hope; expecting some movement at first.
Ageless drug obligation in youth an overburden,
I had faith, funds of love, I made matters worst.
Now betrayed, I await downfall, I unburden.
for contest by Olusegun Adelana
Categories:
overburden, daughter, father, children, hope,
Form: Acrostic