Short Cratered Poems
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A professional wrestler of gators
Tried his luck as a restaurant waiter
He'd feint and he'd juke
Many patrons puked
Seafood business surprisingly cratered
A ball of orange
A pumpkin ball
Fat and round
stripes that drawl
Orange and bright
White with glow
Stem on top
Bent and frow
Skin that's speckled
Flat and cratered
Glossy, shiny
Like a gator
You
are beautiful.
like the moon.
cracked and cratered.
You
life meteors.
bombard.
You
do not pull away.
from the earth.
enlightened and light.
-maria
11.8.15
*remembering typhoon haiyan victims and survivors
I would dance upon the cratered moon,
for just one dance with thee.
I would sip the hemlock,
if touched by your lips the goblet be.
I would peculate the honeycomb,
and risk wrath of the bee,
if you had deigned to ask the honey
from impoverished me.
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steel whispers dawn—
fields blush crimson,
rivers choke on rusted dreams.
a mother's wail
echoes in the shell-cratered moon.
blood blooms
Gaza’s children
tread on shattered glass.
peace? a phantom
drowning in the mud.
full moon basks in light
reflecting the sun’s bright rays…
illumination
void of emotion
the cratered face seems to stir…
light lost as sun moves
amber crescent hangs
tip it an sip its Chablis…
warm gold nectar soothes
*Entry for Joe Maverick’s haiku contest
Luna
a female moon
gilded golden by Sol.
She reflects His magnificence
upon the surface of Her cratered face
And as She rises in His wake
wolf packs howl in homage
to the Goddess
Luna.
(Rictameter)
8/04/2021
Is The Moon Male or Female or Both Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Joseph's brothers dipped his coat
into the blood of a goat
Jacobs said, My beloved son is surely gone
That was the robe he had on...
Joseph is still alive, the brothers said later
With that, their integrity cratered
Jacob disregarded them, they had lied before
~ The brothers had gotten what they had asked for
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
From the opaque depth of the dark space
rises the beguiling blue disc, half obscure,
of mother earth showing its gleamed face
to the cratered barren moonscape to lure
with sapphire beauty of common ancestry,
a saga in the chronicle of celestial history.
September 29, 2019
Contest : Make It Six
Sponsor : Joseph May
Image chosen : #3
With claws capturing it's abode.
A palace for monarchs was built,
On pedestals of unsung odes.
As the sun waned, proud fountains sighed,
Gently weeping, splashing sweet tears,
The moon opened cratered eyes wide,
And shone away the fountain's fears.
The opulence of this land too,
Faded to black in time's hard hands.
Forgotten trails like Xanadu,
Could not conquer time's slipping sands.
Contest: Stepping Through Time
6 Jan 2017
a mystic poetess in her thought patterns
of iambic heartbeats, makes new rhythms
with a symphony...joy and pain in cadence.
in her confetti of stars moonbeams cadence
caressing love in ivory and ebony patterns
perforated feelings careen melodic rhythms
in her sonnets, words entice in rhythms
lovebird's lyrics drift in endless cadence
cratered lands embellish crystallic patterns
Catharsis traces passionate patterns of rhythms in cadence.
Cinderella got palaced
Bambi was Fawned
101 Dalmatians were painted
A Little Mermaid was spawned
Donald Duck got Daisy'd
Goofy went crazy
Captain Hook was gatored
Mysterious Island cratered
Snow White was dwarfed
A Beauty was Beasted
The Three Little Pigs
On a big bad wolf feasted
Be they movies, cartoons or books
All these stories deserve a second look
Reason enough for you to
Read to your children; give back what you took
It was the very cusp of day,
The last vestiges of night—
The cratered-moon, it sipped away,
And with it too, its light.
The sleepy sun was yawning
As the beams did slowly wake—
Appropriate for such a thing
As the day’s auspicious break!
What of night, now dreaming?
It will come the morrow rise—
Even as the sun retires,
And the winged-moon, it flies!
Smiling o’er a restless sea,
Beyond the things of man—
Proudly doth the moon appear,
For it has always been.
it's been quite
quiet
on Eilean Mòr
but I paid my tribute to amphibious armies
buried the critter with a roadkill requiem
watched through the eye of a needle
how the bomb-cratered garden glows after dusk
how Magda Goebbels mix tears with cyanide
in joy in glory
slowly walks the night
and I speak no words in this debate
I've been quite quiet since this charade
quite quiet after the grey parade
but
SCREAMING
through this daydream masquerade!
Her face is wrinkled, cratered, and scarred;
It’s far from flawless; agèd; hard.
But when the night is right, she’ll overflow,
For about her is an indelible glow;
A glorious white that lights the sky
As I kiss her surface with my distant eye,
And stretch out my fingers for a feel
But she steps an inch back, arousing appeal;
I wish the nights would bleed over days
So I could bathe in her luminous ivory rays.
Cursed be the sun, for when comes the dawn
With an opalescent yellow yawn.