Short Cavernous Poems
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Wandering into
Mist-shrouded, cavernous rooms.
Gliding past ghostly
Mirrors. Choking on Pages
Of a Faded Existence.
Delving down deep into the inkwell of our cavernous hearts
A cascade of colors crisply careen out creating a crescendo
To fill the blank canvas awaiting us all on the easel of life
the cavernous universe
holds the truth if you
get used to talking
to yourself but
say and think
that it is
some
one
else
other
than a
repetition
of your own
simply saying
HELLO HELLo
HELlo HEllo Hell
Form:
wispy green tendrils
flicker & frolic
in sunny
capricious breezes
a brief glimpse of peace
a brief glimpse of harmony
a brief glimpse of life...
beyond
a
suffocating
cavernous
c
a
g
e
Topsy-turvey and
Not releasing is
This discourse.
Stale, no -
Seeping into a
Cavernous mixture that
Overwhelms the Self.
Sensing immortality.
An impossible reality.
Dragging my feet
into puddles of
deaths lost
and pains remembered.
Death is a monster
With a thousand arms
A thousand legs
A million eyes
A huge cavernous mouth
Filled with black broken teeth,
Death is a monster.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly 2019.
22/3/22
Your empty song resonating through the cavernous room
Loss and despair: a constant left behind
Pain dripping from the darkness, destroying all shields
A forgotten emotion lifeless in the corner
The overbearing blackness out shadowing the light
Soaring on a cloud
gently numbed
in esoteric heights
beyond the strident boom
and strobe glare
of leviathan
rearing to lasso multitudes
into cavernous jaws
that never rest
forever famished
in a perpetual stasis
of angry craving.
Existent justification
denial exceeds reason
egotistical and maniacal
golden tongue
forked intellect
controlling and powerless
higher self
potential serenity
eden slumber
conscious oblivion
mortal, healing, cavernous
self
Neither in the cavernous cathedral
nor in the minister’s glittering vestments
But in the anguish of the widow
the outstretched hand of the beggar
The loneliness of the orphan ~ There
you will find it, if that is what you truly seek
howling void of whistling hail
uninterrupted tempest
ears filled with reeds and cavernous sound
the melodious echo of empty eternity
spring out that void a hand
of demon or angel
black, white or red
to pluck out what last thought of comfort
and leave the husk forgotten
Ginnels are cavernous and gloomy
Between smoke-stained dwellings
Under the close watch of a warship
Where the flowers of beauty bloom
abundantly available
Ugliness is merely apparent
With the likelihood of being subjugated
Written: November 17, 2022
introspection into the heart
dig deep down within the
concaved cavernous
crevices of the caves
of the untapped mountainous
emotional holes that are
scattered through out the
surface that are yet to be
explored by the mind's eye
in fear of causing an emotional
rockslide
My heart is a bright canary
Chirping with delight
At the suite kisses you blew
And when I descended into
In your cavernous mind
I shuddered and sputtered
In the dark corners
Your noxious words
Left my heart gasping for
Air at the bottom of
My rib cage
Bleeding
Dread
Canary red
Cavernous abyss;
Unending waters;
Your silent secrets
Span earth’s width and breadth.
You are Neptune’s realm.
Poseidon’s seas,
They twist and curl;
In caverns deep;
Strange souls at play.
You harbor
Unknown realms
Fantasies.
I ride
Your great
Waves.
In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes
redundant.
You go straight for a snakeroot.
A flat cluster of white flowers
spurs a stigma
at the white moon
for floating rumors.
This was my native pain
of brilliant tapestry.
The threads had a weaver’s knot
of rare beliefs.
Satish Verma
Form:
For ever, I heard the cavernous rumblings
The truce, the battle, to find , to choose
My misty pathway, unknown, indefinite
Yes, the tattooed carvings , I see
On the tree of my life, crystal clear
The spur, the muse, the magic wand
Blessing me to stride, the course
To scribble, the unvoiced stories
In this very deep dark place
Where all my secrets dwell
I’ve gathered many memories
Some which I’ll never tell
Memories of love long lost
Memories of hope
Memories of yesterday
And things with which to cope
Always adding something
More and more each day
To this cavernous, deep, dark place
Always locked away
Hush
hear the stillness in the waters
the calm and steady to and fro
the ripple-less canvas
that delivers life to our door.
Clear and cavernous
bliss is found in it’s depths
toes dipped in, cooling
in summer’s relentless heat.
Teaming with adventure
dates chronicled in the flow
silence deafening, suppressing
newness found in attention
Hush.
A sordid smile
a crooked frown
invisible bile
a tattered gown
Different color elbows
cavernous armpits
Unflavored saliva and spit
A blistering waistline
curious shoulders
A cratered mind
rocks and boulders
Checklist never-ending
no suitors pending
Resolve never-bending
all offers final ~ depending
Charlie consumed countless calories
chomping Christmas cake
chocolate
cookies
candies
chewy caramels
cherry cheesecake
consequently
Charlie complained of
cavernous cavities
and cramped constricting chino’s
Charlie can’t control continuous Christmas chomping!
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12/11/20
Time and distance blinks
in a fit of frustration
static turbulence
retards reception of
your explanation
your sun rises as mine rests
against stunted horizons
purple, yellow bruising of
unexpected allegations
take your fair measure of worth
of what belongs to me
I care not for possessions
that bind me to cavernous delusions
of what I once believed
Defrosting that damned freezer feels like a lifetime’s work;
a silently leaking judgement from something I’d neglected.
Midnight cracks reveal something wrong, something broken -
hot steam, blankets and warm pans mock a makeshift spa.
In the dripping a wall is revealed, a cavernous backdrop uncovered;
White Cliffs of Dover in a snowstorm, traversed with ice picks.
An angel splayed under the sheets
Saturated in slaughter
Wings plucked to the supernatural skeleton
Halo devastated; shards of fading light
Drowned in deep red
A demon curled under the bed
Ensconced in laughter
Forked tongue slithered through murder lathered fangs
A raging fire scorching the wicked asylum encrusted beneath ghostly flesh
Sunken in my own cavernous evil soul
“She is black and white,”
she is my wintry queen-angel.
She inhabits the icy cold cavernous spaces
in my mind. She feeds me Turkish delights.
She drives her dogsled through my heart at midnight,
her expression frigid, her eyes like piercing icicles
Her wolves howling with every crack of the whip.
She is crazy. She is awesome. She is evil.
SHE IS MY ABOMINABLE
SNOW MISTRESS