Pumice Poems | Examples

Beautiful Mammoth Mountain Memories

Drinking from clear, gurgling streams,
catching frogs, unfolding dreams,
without iPhones, watches or clocks,
sitting high on granite rocks -
my memory is unwinding 
a young boy exploring and finding 
pumice and obsidian flakes 
in the mountains over Mammoth Lakes.

Problem-Solution

Oh crap they taste bad like old spit
I cleaned them with pumice and grit
With extra effort they don’t fit

Maybe they are bent too

How about your’s, are they perfect?
Check twice, imperfect I suspect
Let me know if there’s a defect

If broken I have glue

Your’s also failed? Best put them down
This predicament makes me frown
I’ll meet you later near downtown

Bring dentures, mine for you

As Broken As a Petal In Your Hand

I didn't think anyone would ever argue that I am broken
Life has thrown up one too many challenges to me
I survived but I suppose i am more like magma from
Volcano
I am like molten rock that's been aerated by fire
I am to be fertile soil eventually
I still have fire in my soul but my substance has been burnt out
I lack  beauty
I am ash
I'm told Ash makes great fertilizer
Perhaps I can fertilize your soil
with words
Tired and accelerated ... exhilarated
 it rises 
and I see it cresting through my window. 
And as it does
I feel as if I am brand new
Granite and limestone 
and I am gold 
I am frankincense and I am Mir
Lines on the mountains 
I am a  million years old
I am 600 million years old
I am worn but I'm like that white rock you find on the beach
You can't help but respect the beauty of the lines that show up in a rock
jostled and beaten and tormented by the sea

I am purely round and all of my edges are gone
I am no fairy tale nor whimsical dream 

 this small white rock "knows"

pumice that from Volcano was born 
 only to become ash and then to become soil 
and then become the  fodder 
forth from 
new life
Small rock
Big Story

The Masked Extruder

Sandbagged the walls to
insulate sound
Mercy Oh humbled men
who are mercy Bound
trumpeted muses amongest
the fray
wine drunked night
a sun filled day
Extrudtions of evening past
Scoria pumice
must you ask
then as weighted we
stand tall
amongest the needs
there beyond the brink
of thought
we gather than to
do our part
oh ye men 
oh nobeled souls
the spirt of night must
unfold
the skirt whores
to chore than labor
to be characters of men
who wishes there favor
Those whores who
wish to attach to you
so other men
might feel
what they have is true
Labor ye
oh Extruded souls
labor ye
thy thinkest control

One Acre Island

sorry I have to abandon you
because your toxicity level 
has reached an all time high..
the inability for you to acknowledge and accept 
that people have differing opinions ...
your whole life you've wallowed in self righteous muck
your hostility is always just beneath the surface
ready to blow to strike to bite..

You're an old man now
but wisdom didn't fill in the shadows
of your time here ...
people are supposed to flock to you for advise
but you're still a mercury headed fool so they run...
You've visibly and emotionally regressed
you're once lush mind island is shrinking
over run by rats and a yellowing life raft-

Its just you -LEFT
and one giant pumice head...
a dedication to yourself
on a lonely unreachable
one acre 
burning
hurricane 
island
of 
death

Igneous

Igneous rock
Geological role
Puck or pumice
Sleazy plays
The tone
Keep your hands clean
Dig in your own dirt

Someone

Angifi Dladla

There is Someone, 
or a presence,
I am not sure;
but I feel it
driving me – a voiceless
passenger, in cycles.

Sure of my way,
I sometimes feel
like changing track
as if there’s a radar within.
I dodge wounds, tears;
I bump into friends, stairs.

Deaf to the feeling,
I dive, dive deep into a den
of fangs and claws. Calm, I escape.
Then I tremble, I sweat.
Neither my wits nor my muscles
could shame such death.

As youths we always plunged 
into a canyon – home of a two-headed 
monster. We defied parents 
and passers-by; but today 
I would never, ever try 
even if promised to win a lottery!

The other season I was deep
in the heart of flames
where fury is pumped.
I burned man, I burst into flames
with no help even from the God
of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.

Today, those flames are within, 
lighting the path for people
between life-and-death, 
between snipers and strikes.
So, Someone, or, this presence,
is older, wiser than reason.

It has paws
obeying cat’s laws  ?
soft as placebo,
light as pumice,
hard as claws
to tend, condition,
goad, and launch!

When Stardust Spills

More precious than crystalline trances
are singular experiences flicking 
on my mind, a spill of alabaster, chrome
and pumice-like moments with you flow back-
In rampage and elation I wander lonely
through our stardust of intricacies blown off.


Stardust Contest/ Sponsor-Nette Onclaud
14 June 2020

Ineluctable

under this gray suburban sky
if my heart will be made of stone
I swear, it will be pumice stone
 it will float
over resentment and disaffection
over boredom and illusion
over anger and incomprehension
over discrimination.....

if my heart will be made of stone
my body will be the water where it will float
.......................

sotto questo grigio cielo suburbano
se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
lo giuro, sarà pietra pomice
  galleggerà
sopra il risentimento e la disaffezione
sopra la noia e l'illusione
sopra la rabbia e l'incomprensione
sulla discriminazione .....

se il mio cuore sarà di pietra
il mio corpo sarà l'acqua dove galleggerà
...................
bajo este cielo suburbano
si mi corazón sera de piedra
lo juro, sera piedra pómez
y flotará
sobre resentimiento y desafección
sobre aburrimiento e ilusión
sobre la ira y la incomprensión
sobre la discriminación .....

si mi corazón sera de piedra
mi cuerpo sera el agua donde el flotará

Marco Bo

Stone Washed

Stone Washed
By Valerie D. Staton

stiff denim fabric
attacked by gang of pumice - 
heavily distressed

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

Death Warmed Over

Pumice! my throat cried!
:flames where words
should   always BE!
/trembled this world,

death warmed OvEr
  incredible!how the
ground cries & …skies
weep these Eternal Crystals
of Truth!

:: 09-28-2016 ::

Clarity

Clarity
She dwells near the bubbling stream.
And she will wash her hair to smell the nature.
As the flowers flow in the sauna, where there is a silence; not to imagine a good or a bad dream.
Oh clarity, for long we have yearned.
From the chaos and trouble I abandon, for five days and many months I overlearn.
The sweet smell of lavender, for my weariness it will clean, in this stream.
I finish this visit today, because I did not plan well and hope better for the following days.
Today there is a little rain, just like last night on my electronic it had played.
And with the pumice I erode this skins that had to endure the fabrics of clingy dreams.
Clarity, as I swim and laugh at that frog comes over me.
And now many people come over to join this team.
As we laugh and play water games in the stream.
Saunas, cool stream, frozen one’s and more it is a place we must visit.
The clarity, unescorted by noise pollution; how I would miss it.
But again to the industrial site I play the synthetic sound on my phone for a nice dream.
And try to cease the pondering as I listen to six-hundred minutes of a running stream.

Mount Etna's Dragon

Burping sulfurous fumes
its fiery belly heaves
and gas and ash erupt
knocking me to my knees.

Beneath the pumice beats
a throbbing heart of heat,
and I can feel its pulse
surging below my feet.

Treading on crackling skin
I weigh each step I take
or risk Icarus’s fate
and pay for my mistake.

I approach carefully
knowing that I could die
for beneath its chard brow
I spy the monster’s eye.

Mount Etna's dragon stirs
my imagination
as molten rock boils in
caldron of creation.


(Quatrain)


11/19/2015

Red Glow

Gargling   
Hurling
Glowing
Sprinkling
Gargling, hurling pumice, ash, tephra, 
Sprinkling glowing red lava trickle down.


Bursting
Firing
Flushing
Rushing
Bursting, firing red flames, cries, anger
Flushing, rushing lava, passion, power

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Sixth Place win
Contest: Sound of colors by Monterey

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