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POMPEII

I look at my work. I look down on the valley.
I'm proud of its richness, of its green fertile fields,
And each time I do, I can count up the tally.
My sacrificial top's loss produces great yield.

There's beauty in the valley, in its farms and trees.
Morning fog gives it a mythical seduction.
Yet though I remember how the people did flee.
I take no fault for my fiery eruption.

I, a Volcano. What can one really expect?
My purpose is to scatter Earth's food from my cone.
Terror of fiery flow calls for quick respect.
Some townsfolk of Pompeii have been turned into stone.

Last Moment Of Pompeii

Sweet moment recall
Laughter behind porticos
During Pompeii's fall.

Pompeii

Without you
My soul lies
An inner 
Pompeii 
Frozen
In time
Mounds 
And 
Mounds 
Of  fallen 
Ash and
Century old
Magma
Weigh
Down 
Inside me
What 
Could have 
Been 
Should have 
Been 
Would have
Been
Alive and
Thriving
A volcano 
Of love
Our volcano
Erupting
From us
Molting
Pleasure
Our very own 
Carnal Pompeii.
So come back
To me
Bury me
With the 
Contents 
Of your core
Be my
Vesuvius
And leave me 
Nevermore!

Love In Pompeii

side by side
happy and fulfilled
blissful and serene
the end was near

we closed our eyes
for one last kiss

Pompeii Slave Girl

Pompeii Slave Girl

There was a young slave of Pompeii
Whose master had ordered her stay
But she made a dash
Whilst he turned to ash
Proving girls always have the last say.

Pompeii

Tragic is the end of Pompeii

Incarcerated in molten graves

The once thriving elitist lifestyle ended

Now in quietude they lay

And the culture that they created swept away

All bow heads and mourn for Pompeii

Nobody and nothing deserves to die that way

Mothers children and fathers had no chance of escape

As the lava flowed down the mountain side

They must have known in that moment they would die

Many just waited, many just cried

No where to run no where to hide

Nature for a change wrought human genocide

So spare a thought for the people of Pompeii

Silently sleeping in their molten graves.

Pompeii Visit

volcano erupts
bodies covered in ashes
fear etched on faces

10th September 2017

Pompeii

Pompeii 

Amid ashes pumice lay
Life in cinders Pompeii in disarray
Vesuvius plumed angry swell
Archeologists unearth deathly knell

Volcanic vomit ample spume
from sunlight golden to darkened gloom
Roman bathing in waters pure
Nimbus of fires blazing coiffure

In 79 AD it's eruption did occur
No time to flee , No time for prayer
For sure a wrong analogy of mine
but this 'Furnace' it froze in time 

thank you

Pompeii

We moved inexorably 
towards idiocracy
we slipped without grip 
towards dependency
We prayed filled with nothing 
but false ecstasy
we crept towards our death 
instinctively
We lived as slaves
fully and intentionally

We are Pompeii, Herculaneum
the ones who filled
the stadium
Called for pitiless blood 
to warmly run
worshiped bearded men 
and starry sun
causation, ruination
living and dead

Pompeii

When nature takes a turn for the worst
grumbling rumbles shakes 
great balls of fire falling 
in her tears black snowfalls

Burning smell of sulphur burns
rolling down the mountains molten lava
they salute death rivers of flames
the chariots of Hell's fire

Crying infants wailing out mercy
embraced in their mothers arms
held together with fathers
They roared to the Gods for help  
falling silver ashes remains 

Imagining God had forsaken them
as the skies disappeared from their eyes
falling into the darkening death vision
Their universe plunged into darkness

Victims they felt death falling upon them
A deadly feeling they are the children 
cursed by the damned volcano
No where to run
No where to hide

They stop and the black ash swallows them
like a carpet of night forever gone 
but always remembered in hearts 
the fall of a great city in living history 
truly lives forever in the archives of our time 




I would be the Celtic gladiator

Pompeii

Smoke and ash covers the sky.
Its day, yet it’s as dark a night
There’s wailing of children and women scream.

The mountain rumbles with Vulcan’s might.
Lava is the only light.

There’s no saving us.
Refuge won’t come.

Armageddon rains down from the heavens.
We feel a higher powers’ presence.

The great city of Pompeii will be buried soon.
We all must face our impending doom
as the screaming and wailing stops.

Last Kiss In Pompeii

Mount Vesuvius erupts in anger
warm air like butterfly wings
flashes against our cheeks
I hold you my final light...

We stand on the edge of the sea
a galaxy of smoke and soot
swirls around us...

My love I wish
I had wings to carry us
all I have is my shoulder
for you to lean on...

Let us press our lips together
in these final moments
perhaps in the future
archaeologists will find us

As lovers preserved in ash...
~ ~

Pompeii

Italian winds blow gently and smooth
Over hushed dusty remnants of lives past,
This once thriving city clueless of its fate
Lies frozen in time under hot blazing sun.

Chariots and horses stopped in their tracks,
Brothel patrons lie in silent passion
On lava beds of ashen cold comfort,
Slaves free of earthly bonds lie in timeless sleep,
Their masters’ tongues forever stilled from curse.

Nigh two thousand years of a forced respite
For countless lives ceased by nature’s great wrath,
Holy temples, theatres and great arenas
Forever preserved beneath a molten shroud.

Pompeian spectres roam their burial ground
Haunted by ancient Vesuvian eyes,
Watching and waiting until it’s time
To erupt her cruel rage once again.

Pompeii

Sometimes I feel like such a jerk
To hear friends talk of long lost work
Few leave their homes
All had good jobs
From nine to five
Just working slobs
When all is really said and done
Where was real life?
Where was the fun?
So as the years now just roll by
And no one really cares a bit
To hear these has beens spew their wit.

Touring Pompeii

I traveled to a land I always wanted to see.
I was on the slopes of Vesuvius in Italy.
Here I was among ancient ruins alone.
There was something strange carved on this wall of stone.
I called the tour guide to come over right away.
“I do not read Latin, so what does it say?
This looks like a poem on a wall here in Pompeii.
What did this person write on that fateful day?
Whoever this individual was, he or she was alone.
They had nothing better to do but to inscribe on the stone.”

Lena and I were now apart from the crowd.
When she read the inscription, she laughed aloud.
“We are among the remains of an excavated latrine.
What you see is graffiti that is rather obscene.
This writing is about a boy describing his girlfriend.
She had very big **** and a fat rear end.
Perhaps the gods were angry from this episode.
That is what may have made the mountain explode”

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