Her clouds are dark and heavy.
So, like tear-drops falling from our eyes,
like a cry of joy or sadness, she rains.
Her oceans are blown by heavy winds.
So with twirls across the sea, she rings hurricanes.
Quite often she has pains and heartaches.
So she wakes us with shakes and quakes.
Her volcanic mountains blow,
And her rivers overflow.
So she floods,
Leaving destruction and mud.
Her inhabitants are often unconcerned.
So she overheats and burns.
To someday be redeemed
Is her greatest dream.
Categories:
overheats, earth,
Form: Rhyme
This little voice keeps telling me to,
keep my head down and plow forward.
It seems that the further I go
there's more debris to clog the road.
It is broken in some places
gale force winds are ever present
sheer drop offs on either side
the sky spits blue ice most of the time.
The voice also tells me to dress the soul in layers.
but a person can only layer up and plow so much
before the heart overheats
and the soul comes to an abrupt stop...
When the little voice becomes too hoarse to comprehend.
Maybe this is when God coddles the reigns,
Guiding this swayback toward the light
and on toward St. Peters gate.
Categories:
overheats, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
The Pothole
The road was slippery and hazardous,
Torrential rainfall flooded the narrow streets,
trying to avoid holes, I traverse,
My cherry red Honda overheats.
Thump! Weird sound beneath my car.
Whoa! I plunged into a dreaded pothole,
A tire I blew, and I don’t have a spare.
Thank God. It is not a massive sinkhole.
Gushing rain and the howling wind,
I yelled for help from some kind individual,
Despite the worried look from a swirling mind,
My rescue was nothing less than a miracle.
Categories:
overheats, car, care, confusion, environment,
Form: Free verse
Inside a bar in my town
I drown brown sorrows, swilling beer after beer
Feeling tall in my gaunt gown as I play the clown
Wishing I could wipe away her memory into a low gear
Which in my Corolla I engage
Thoughts tumbling, feelings grumbling
As mind and conscience I enrage
Fumbling, crumbling, gambling
Until eyes get bloodshot
Mind goes bleary
Brain overheats so hot
I get weary and teary
But what the heck! What to me’s a little peck
To shout consciousness back into business
No hard feelings at all for the neck
That cranes and deigns to break
The cycle of reveries I indulge
Imagining I’d washed away the wreck
Thriving on the madness I encourage
Drinking my life silly
Driving my happiness away
Praying I’d longer remain the hillbilly
Held in a straitjacket bay
Which in my saner moments can’t countenance
Unless up around the bend I conspire to expire
Condoning and contemplating selfies without substance
As in my throat roar and soar eddies of mounting ire.
Categories:
overheats, poems,
Form: Free verse
The soul of a gorgeous woman
Portrayed by the sublime
Facets of her beautiful eyes
Perfect body does climb
Her body overheats in a flash
Colors express their own
Delight opens her exposure
Displays every light shown
She has lost her figure to lust
Eyes scope out her being
A form of love is before me
No stitch of want leaving
From behind there is much grandeur
Leaking beautiful thoughts
Colors bleed from her every pore
Nothing that is store bought
She exudes this scene of passion
Heat enveloped around
I suffocate within her form
She has surely been found
Russell Sivey
A form of Poulter’s Measure
Categories:
overheats, life, passion, beautiful, beautiful,
Form: Verse
the big bang I'm told was the perfect place
for the universe to begin to save its face
and blast away false fascias and chaos
to show to its master, who was the boss
yet all flew apart in accelerated directions
and things went awry in a beautious way
tangentally curving in arced circumspection
galaxies spewed forth to a timeless decay
then life set about to see our sun winking
later sapiens emerged and soon began thinking
very deep thoughts, as deep as they'd muster
of quarks, black holes and far-off star clusters
in passing, I was able to conscript serendipity
from times distant of our space-time continuum
to pull an idea from that ancient antiquity
that others might be in this universal aquarium
in some cosmic queue, as thinking matters stew
in their large heads, if they even have some
they wonder about us, who we are, what we do
whether we're intelligent or merely pond scum
now when i sit in some colossal traffic jam
irritated and annoyed at the world, I am
reminded of that other, somewhere out there,
and I smile a bit and think of their welfare
© Goode Guy 2011-12-01
Better pull over before it overheats...
or
"We're all in this, alone" - Lily Tomlin
Categories:
overheats, caregiving, fantasy, imagination, introspection,
Form: Quatrain
Something gnaws inside.
A memory, a moment, and
a space of time held
within electrical impulses
now jolting inside of my mind.
The eye sees what is no longer there,
the ear hears an echo of past sounds,
the skin tingles with forgotten touch,
the lips taste someone else on them,
and the nose burns with the scent.
Heart beat quickens.
Bitten with anger and fear
that belonged to a five year old girl,
who was she?
An overload is building up inside,
on the brink of breaking out.
Stress turns to panic
the air leaves the lungs;
you can't catch it now.
Nails dig into flesh
voices dim and expand
eyes clench close
the brain throbs, sparking.
Teeth bite flesh, red exposed.
Can't let it break.
Inside the image, a vase falling
catch that, don't let it fall,
put it back! Hurry!
It falls faster.
She overheats, colors swirl
walls dance.
Eyes see only him
skin feels only him
ears hear only him
lips taste only him
nose smells only him.
A hand catches the vase
a moment before impact
eyes open.
A tear falls from the cheek
and shatters
to the ground.
Categories:
overheats, father, sad, time,
Form: Free verse
The labor of light.
The bending of our solitude.
Our casts watering the future’s bright path.
Eyes drifting through the sand.
Mouths begging for more.
When we stop thinking of it as a game
We no longer worry over winning or losing.
When life hands us lemons
We throw them into our neighbor’s yard.
When our laptop overheats
We’ve lost the creative thread long ago.
The thread, this life, is a passing moment.
Step like a child.
Make wonder of our time.
And bang,
Bang,
Bang your drum.
Categories:
overheats, life
Form: Free verse