Short Broiling Poems
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Talcum
powdery sandy
basking, broiling, oiling
picnic baskets, boogie boards
storming, stinging, flying
lifeless, stone cold
dead
Higgledy-Piggledy,
Young Dr. Frankenstein.
thought he was able to
cook up a man.
baking and broiling and
incomprehensible
things to invent such a
Frankenstein plan.
Blazing flames of wild rage
burning heart like a coal.
Bold abusive curses
boiling blood like diesel.
Blatant hot arguments
broiling brains into fumes.
Brawl ends with rued ashes!
Date: 05/01/2018
August 1965
Laying hot tar and sand
Swarms of mosquitoes
Broiling summer sun
Warm water tasted cool
Low pay, nasty job
No job, no pay
Endless stretches ahead
Laying hot tar, sand,
Sweat, and what was left
of my self esteem
On Georgia roads
Hakuna metata
In the fields
of broiling air
plump lambs gambol.
The daytime star
smiles and whirs;
a lone tortoise toils
in plodding rhythm.
His docile baritone sings
the timeless chorus
“Hakuna metata!”
to fretting lions
who grapple tousled
and tangled.
Dragon gnarling gaze
The fire mouthed beast gurgling
Deluges of flood
And creation cringe
Before the broiling fire, razed
All things with desire
Toppled thrones, doomed kings
Mangled and twisted in wrath
Shambles to the bone
Melting citadels
Smoke choked lungs screams sin's silence
We crumbled to ash
Swirls of ragged trees
In wisp white softness of skies—
Curls of dark fingertips
Like gold glints of eyes.
Swirls in broiling smoke
And heat’s wild surmise.
Gnarls in sticks of grass
And brown leaves as winter dies.
Burls amid dark blue skies—
Swirls of alpha, omega
And all of life’s prize.
Horses galloping
in the barren country
long scorched
by conflagrations.
Carbonised bracken
and naked trees cry
gnarled in bewitchment
of incantations concocted
around smoky cauldrons
broiling with the fury
of serpent fangs
and necrotic poisons
that consume
the golden hour
Heaven's artistry in motion.
There’s a tugging in my chest
It leads me straight to you
Bubbling, broiling love and luck
Of pink and golden hue
A kind and sweethearted soul
Deserves the world anew
And when she talks, my heart goes light
And face burns red for you
Sweetheart, sweetheart, hug me close
Pull me tight to you
My little blue jay, birdie, love
Fire alarm, love me too
A friend had booked a river cruise,
The Elbe the go-to river,
But got this message: “Sorry, but
This trip we can’t deliver.”
It seems that Europe’s waterways,
Due to a broiling summer,
Are much too low for ships to ply;
For tourists, what a bummer!
We’ve booked a cruise some months away,
Though I have got a notion
Hot weather won’t be quite enough
To drain away the ocean!
Flooded veins, broiling anger
Lost at home, talking to strangers
I come to cross roads
That have no name
Conquering obsessions,
Never ending game
Emotion, a rusted chain
Forgiven, not worth saving
Defeat, I kneel to no man
Obsolete, manufactured again
Wonder wasted
Completely inebriated
Slowed reaction
Sense terminated
Spirits sight
Beer-goggled delight
Grounded, never to take flight
Form:
Ideas are slapping me in the gut today.
I shove one, another falls, one urges me to play.
I bite them and smash them and slash them to bits.
They keep coming back, not caring if I scream or have fits.
Come on! I say to my imagination. Give me a break.
She takes out a potato and starts broiling a steak.
A pink dinosaur with orange dots stands on my head.
I guess these ideas will keep coming until I am dead.,
Summer cooking on the beach,
Slap the sunblock where I can’t reach,
Baking in this broiling sun,
Ever since the day begun.
I’m roasting alive can’t you tell?
Touch my skin and I’ll scream like hell!
This is more than an alarming tan,
Someone said I’m a lobster man.
Sitting here I continue to broil,
Want some popcorn, just add some oil,
I’m finished now, I’m well done,
Cooking here in the summer sun.
6/29/18
Morning heat leaks
Hot eyes astray
Panting for air seeks
Smelling the heat of the day
Earth drying in the bake
Noonday sun, beat down, skake
Scorching heat, sweat pours
Showing no mercy outdoors
Grass frying at noon, bright
Beams of gushing light
Roasting, broiling pavement
Dancing in the flames element
With sparks in my ballet
Soon, summer melting away
Hopefully, with cold breeze, I pray
Then, I will pen 'Cold Wintery'