Pounded Poems

pounded again

precious …

days consumed …
before they even take a breath
or wink to waking …
oh the wealth of life so squandered for
white-hot agony behind the eye -
hours stretched to inestimable eternity in
nauseated darkness
unavoidably focused on all that’s not
being accomplished -
all thats left withering in the sun
and all those who resent this beast that
robs you both of precious time
(or you, undeservedly) …
do I not wholly believe in empirical purpose?
do I not relinquish all to its tenets??
yes - in everything, I do …
and yet …
the intendment in THIS neurological monstrosity -
this searing saboteur and
all its chronic collateral casualty
is something I shall never …
ever …

comprehend.

Five Steps

Over the head of each metatarsal
you can see
where each has been pounded,
some more abused than others.

Over the years
new prominences and depressions
form and reform.

Surreal faces appear
within the lines of the skin,
features that now seem
to look inward
as if the hammer had become that
which it had once so heavily hit.

In the tenderness of your elder years,
if you touch one of those metatarsal heads
with a sensitive fingertip

you can trace back the life-step,
where you had been faced with
just 5 choices
or less.

Werewolf, a Rebirth

The clouds were moving swiftly
across the darkened sky
The howling wind raced through the trees
the leaves were flying by

His heart was beating like a drum
that pounded in his chest
Trying to release the demon
long ago at rest

His body started to convulse
it shook without control
In one more minute he would lose
the last part of his soul

Transformed into a savage
with no logic and no reason
A cursed abomination
he is doomed through every season

Now the man is gone
and in his place there stands a beast
The darkest part inside of him
once hidden, now released

The creature howled out at the moon
a tear was in his eye
Because inside the monster 
lives a man who still can cry

Stormy Seas

Occasionally the weather forecast can be of help: by poet

Does the sky and the sea have a mind of their own?
It was a tranquil day.  I started the motor
Of my boat and headed out in the bay.

Suddenly all changed.
Sky became overcast and heavy.
The sea became restless. 
Gulls squawked above me in derision.
My heart felt sick.

Waves pounded my fragile boat.
Would it take long to reach a haven?
I pointed my boat toward the bay.
At least, the motor worked.

Alas I was no great sailor.
The waves were against me.
I found myself in the sea.
Good thing I was a strong swimmer,
And the beach was very nearby.

I dragged myself up but nearly fainted.
Emily came up with a bottle of water.
She knelt near me and lifted my face on her lap
And washed the sand away and made me drink.
The rain was now only a drizzle.

I sat up and looked at her face.
Her eyes glimmered. Her luscious lips half open.
Impulsively I kissed her hard, our lips burning.
Instantly  “The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire".


Placed 3

Tarte Citrus Notes

10 chicken breast filets
split a pounded
in a food processer add.....
2 chicken livers steamed
1/2 cup of mushrooms
1/4 c wilted arugula(chopped)
1/2 t nutmeg
11/2 c of ground chicken
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1/4 c of crumbed bacon
4 Tablespoons capers
1/2 cup of cream cheese
1/4 cup of fresh parsley
3 crushed garlic cloves
3 tablespoons of grated parmesan
2 tablespoons of  conage
1 teaspoon of cayeene peper
1/2 t of fish stock
1 t lemon juice
mix smooth....................................

spread creamed mixture over chicken breast
layer 2 slices of procuttio
roll breast 
coat with seasoned flour
(in a blender combine)
1/4 c corn flakes, 1/2 c seasoned bread crumbs)
add to
2 cups of flour
3 T salt
3 T cayenne pepper
paprika
black pepper
onion powder
garlic powder
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
2 cups of panko bread crumbs 
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olive oil for frying
bake for 25 minute on 350 use a thermometer

Serve with
smashed potatoes
and smashed brussel sprouts
and honey-buttered corn

dessert
almond rasberry tart
with pastry cream and vanilla ice cream
with white chocale shavings

That Terrible Raging Tempest

I hate tempests, unless I'm cosy in bed.....by poet

The tempest raged around the lighthouse
I was the sentinel of the place, hoping the lights flashed.
Unfortunately, it provided me with very little shelter.

Outside, wild waves pounded the rugged rocks.
Some stinging sleet fell piling up on the ledges,
Penetrating the broken wide wind-broken windows.

Nothing to do but wait till all will be over.
It took some time, and I could not phone my wife.
She would always imagine something bad would take place.
Nothing to do but hope and pray.

Three hours later, I was home and thoroughly drenched.
My bewildered wife looked at me, wondering.
She pushed me under the shower, removed my wet clothes.
Then came warm pyjamas and coffee laced with some alcohol, 
Her hopes had weathered fears, her love complete.


Placed 1

The Churning

If the dawn light
we're not being pounded into blindness
by the pelting rain,
if the earth and sky ceased
crashing into each other
churning threads of twilight
into a bitter pulp of crushed worms,
a clogging alluvium
then all must lay as it is
until a muddled earth resettles the land
for in those muddled mounds
there will be the seeds of a new sky
Then brooms, shovels and the titans of charity
will once again labor to seal the rift
between hearts and eyes.

Lunar Eclipse

The moon would be a dull, gray rock without the Sun's light. 
An opinion would be a thought without one's voice. 
A man would be useless without a purpose.
So, all the men that stand before me are nothing, 
as they brandish their swords;
squeezing the hilt like my throat, 
constricting the words from it before they're even spoken.
My men were tethered to Earth, 
they tortured themselves daily for fleeting escape. 
My luminous glow was their temptation, their envy. 
As I was the moon; 
a quiet beauty that spoke volumes. 
My men chip away at my craters, their shadow swallowing the Sun's last rays. 
I am now a rock;
Stoic, rigid. 
Ruthless. Ruinous. 
The light drained from my now-hollowed features.
A merciless wreckage pounded into rock, hollowed from its light.

Fantasy Rescue

Senses surrounded
her pulse raced, heart pounded
slashing through stands of fescue.
She let out a cry,
then from on high,
her dragonfly came to her rescue.

Blessings

He walked in fear for a number of years,
But God pulled back the veil so he could see clear 
He opened his heart and allowed him to see 
The truth in this beauty only God could bring,
His heart pounded wildly as he opened the door,
It took every ounce of his courage to walk in to see more,
But as he walked into the room to his surprise,
The fear diminished and love filled his eyes,
What he thought was so scary wasn't scary at all,
It was actually the most beautiful love he had ever saw,
What kept him for so long he couldn't believe,
All it took for him was to walk in and allow his heart to breathe.

Poison Ivy-Nineteen Eighty Three Again

Rockin' tough
Rockin' touch
Rocket rock star's 
Still in love
Hallowed halls of 
Doobie's lair
The Sunset Gang 
Played air band there
Mr. Salty
Zimmer-cam
Winkles and
The Ramel's jam
Wildman
Screaming Me
Pounded sounds
On Adams Street
Check us out 
On cable TV
It's Sticks Rambo 
       and Company
Again its 
       Nineteen Eighty Three

It Wasn't Clean

It wasn’t clean at Calvary,
no tidy hill-top site,
neat-kept and swept
where tourist cameras
crowd
wide-angled
in the holy sweat
of multi-pounded package tours.

It was a common place
of cruelty,
and blood,
a skull,
Golgotha death
and mocking hate
and sorrow deep-confused.

In retrospect,
a place of wonder
infinite,
for here
the eternal God,
forgiving,
gave his life
for me.

“The Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.”
Galatians 2:20

The lonely wild beast

The wild beast roams alone,
Not so long ago did it have many friends,
It remembers the times they shared,
But all that came to an end,
After one fateful day.

Its friends had an argument,
An argument really bad,
All this the crocodiles noticed,
And pounded on their victims,
One by one.

They all survived,
But blamed the wild beast,
It could not defend itself,
Because its prey saw the argument first,
Informing the others they had a feast.

Its friends decided to leave,
Far away to the other side of the lake,
Leaving the wild beast alone,
With no friends,
But itself.

The wild beast tried to follow them,
And apologize for something it didn't do,
But its prey attacked it,
And it remained behind,
With no one else but itself.

Strong Storm

The storm came with strength in the night
Fierce lightening bolted to the ground
Thunder pounded, deafening sound
Flashes were everywhere in sight

The sky turned orange in the dark
Vibrations could be felt inside
It was severe, no choice to hide
Ongoing strikes, spark after spark

Roaring continued for hours
The storm seemed to circle not leave
I needed patience for reprieve
Then, more bolts lit up like towers

It seemed like one big angry fist,
Shaking across land West to East
It was behaving like a beast
Determined to be heard, not missed

Heard it was, all around and clear
I hadn't seen it last so long
Echoes of drums without a song
Haunting my breaths as it stayed near

Heidi Sands

7/20/24

*8 syllables

July 21st, 1969

July 21st, 1969 / No Need to Play
It was 9:56 AM as I sat in the living room with my eyes glued to the television, and heard Neal Armstrong proclaim to the universe, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.” For a twelve-year old’s imagination, hopes and dreams, this was not just a step onto the moon, but a step into the heavens. My heart pounded and my mind raced at what promised to be the beginning of a new way of life. My God, we’d just touched the surface of another world. Nothing would ever be the same again. If we could do this then there would be no problems that mankind could not overcome. Overpopulation, famine and war would no longer haunt us. Star Trek had it right all along. We were now free to move among the stars. Surely, it would only be a matter of a few years and there would be a colony on the Moon, then Mars and then beyond our solar system. The expanse of the universe was now our playground. Nothing can hold humanity back. By the end of the week, baseball, fishing, and summer days had pushed the momentous occasion out of my mind. 

Without a grand prize
who care if there’s a winner;
humanity lost

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