Short Cavern Poems
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Seeking the local coven’s cavern
a pumpkin rolled into a tavern
he met with a wise wizard
who slit him stem to gizzard
now he’s a gruesome jack ‘o lantern
an envious wind
steals from the cavern walls
….an unheard echo.
©6/20/2021
Bite Sized Poem #8 Poetry Contest
Once we were bodies,
shining beings,
under sunshine...
We are now shadows,
from the dark cave
of solitude...
In a cavern beneath the sea; soundly sleeps a dinosaur.
His family, small; travels the world beneath the waves.
Hunted; I pray they’ll never find any of Nessie’s family.
she bleeds deep inside -
a cavern of stalagmites.
her warm heart plunges
into an echoing abyss.
5/4/2019
Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Gregory Barden
A SNOW QUEEN TALE
Posted on 6/29/2018
Writing when not well
Like being lost in a cavern
Where does my soul dwell
January 22, 2020
Noon
in a cavern
my petroglyph shimmers with color
prisms of inner feelings
reflecting in an underground pool
my thoughts tumble and scream
echoing against limestone walls
returning to me as a whisper
as an answer
as a prayer
In a cavern for all the Undead,
they examine the hole in her head,
when she opens her thighs,
maggots drop from her eyes
(it's the smell of sardines that they dread...)
written 23rd of May for Tania's Bawdy limerick contest
I stand in the upstairs hallway, hearing
sparks of conversation between my two parents,
my eyes locked upon a distant orange light
that grows in strength as the sun fades.
Our house is a cavern, four souls separate
yet I feel too close.
For a while I fancied revivifying our alliance
Though I have satiated the cavern
I take honor in the many publications and poems
That years and years from now I will compose
Even though you are a dogmatic hellion
You shan’t shun the clasp of fame
I stare into a puddle
where a man is staring back
he has the look
of my father
I speak into a cavern
and hear my voice returned
made less in itself
folding inward
I am wrenched in my soul
by instances of rapture
taking my hand
calling me brotheri
Form:
Water seeping through the ground,
Forming limestone, timeless round
Pillars on the ceilings, or
Columns on the cavern floor.
There, where bats escape the sun,
Nature carves, till Time is done,
Castles in Virginia caves,
Like Egyptian, carved-stone graves.
Jilly took a tiny sip of the cool cavern waters
Rumored to be healing.
This tiny taste felt magical.
A voice in her heart said,” If you believe, you will be cured.”
She gave herself to the will of the brook.
Expecting her affliction to leave her body forever.
And so it did.
Groping in the cavern,
I was badly in need of a lantern,
Bereft of vision,
I was without a mission,
A bat had battered on my hat,
And on my face had swat,
On many a hurdle did I stumble,
But what kept me going,
Were the fireflies of love
Which your heart had been ceaselessly spouting.
We Have Waited
Regardless of how lone we have waited
God our whole world surely satiated
Each crevice and cavern He did fill in
Even ones that are now a lion's den
With His things there can be educated.
Jim Horn
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inspired by pink blossoms
delicacy welcomed in rainbow cloud of hope
underlying truths in pools of psychedelic pinks
far off amber sky takes loving glances
cotton candy fluff parading as clouds
a waterfall of love
deeply rooted
iridescently pretty and compelling
backlit cavern of hope and joy
A dank cavern
Unlit torches on the walls
Some light easier than others
You bring a compass
Drawing you through the inky darkness
You sense little with just yourself
Armed with recognition
of the ground
of yourself
Most compasses grow obsolete
As you find more than they can point you to
bridge to Nirvana
tomb for brightest blazing stars...
cavern of colors
~*~
For Rick Praise's Photo "Haiku- (Nature Only)" Contest
deep in a cavern
locked a way
is a pit of darkness
unvisitable in a sad dream
only small drips of love
drain open to feel some
restarting of life
oh father
i do weep at the sound of tears
casts your forgiveness
and start me a new
i do dream
i can change
i will be wash a new
aka:lyricvixen
Form:
Cloistered in this cavern where chandeliers hang crystalline
Adorning the vaulted ceilings to which
Varicolored stalagmites have so slowly climbed - I find
Exquisiteness etched by time -
Seclusion's serenity.
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no11' Poetry Contest
A bird flies high above
the Twin Towers
ash rises from the tomb
turning Day into Night.
Another bird, disoriented
flies blinded
into the debris,
shreds of clothing
swirl about,
sailing into the cavern.
Two birds attack one another -
Feathers Dancing in the Light
the night the Towers fell.
Form:
Willows wink cautiously, stream downtrodden steep cavern
fixed twelve ancient existence, dim lit dreamscape.
Draw scribble hitherto fortune gold melt, cent tenth.
Alas awake if could name such, surround rusts faded silence.
Quit sorrow dilemma yanked empire squander
tear victim of gravity’s twisted humor,
gather laughter…
Form:
I saw thee there, stalwart without efface
as all life overcoming, you sat upon that space
some cavern of bestowing
filled rightly to the trace ~
As love in all God's owing
were perched to toll my fate,
Oh there beloved, knowing of life's ebb
and death's erase ~
just you ~ eternal, flowing . . . thy entity's new grace!
315 Bowery
Cavern dark
Steep stairways
Rebel yell
Graffiti walls,
Landmark underground
Outcast mall.
Cradle of Punk
Sweet rock n roll
Loud lullabies,
Awakening calls.
Talking Heads
Blondie
The Ramones beat,
Historic toilet rooms
Flush no more.
An era gone
Silent sleep
My CBGB days
Hilly Kristal,
You may keep.
The blood calls;
though ether, cross burren;
o’er rolling sea.
The blood calls,
It calls to me.
Womb chant,
rent from cavern deep;
crying from a mountain peak.
The blood calls,
It calls to me.
As I grew and grown should be,
Still, ancient memories call to me.
Though cell and synapse, wild and free,
The blood calls,
It calls to me.