Short Fouling Poems
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Since corporate gain
is all that matters,
thick oil is fouling
ocean waters.
For Charles Henderson's Grook contest.
Fear sullies the thought of Death;
fouling the bliss in its kiss
as it releases the soul
from its mortal existence,
to a spiritual plane.
Making love to a beautiful woman
has always affected me strangely.
I often feel as if I am fouling
their magnificent body of beauty.
I guess there must be something seriously wrong with me.
Rolling ball in a football court, passing from one to other
Fouling some with dribbling skill, bouncing well, flying slow and fast
Ball of time, oh! passing by, hit at time will celebrate best.
Snowdrop all over the top
Runs to a quick flop
Daffodil thrown up
In a hasty set up
Lily’s eyes bloom on
petals grace a gentle beacon
Orchid bided her time
It holds an euphonious rhyme
Blossoming flourishing
blooming flowering
Dying falling
Decaying fouling
All then the graden bare
No red roses perfumed the air.
Turmoil
God awful gut wrenching
nightmare riding
turmoil.
Throat clenching
acid rising murder of crows,
False importance on the trivial grows.
A gag reflex of learned fear
turmoil roils hurricane high
calms counterweight on the psychic scale.
Taste the bitter bile of discontent.
Far fetching fowl…
fouling the content
eating the brash bits of joy
Turmoil.
Soft and complacent
our youth in denial
What evil disguises
the past has on file
Wishing and hoping
a smokescreen at best
Masking our fear
while fouling our nest
The seeds of our history
whose names have been damned
And mocked until cancelled
our heritage banned
In near distant cauldrons
a pot stirs and boils
Awaiting our downfall
—and all we’ve despoiled
(The New Room: November, 2023)
a tear fights his way through desolation
the purple summer flower is snapped
hope expired to memorial
green fields are hermetically sealed
mud splashes fouling soft cheeks
the worst in humanity has been reached
childhood dreams buried by cruelty
salt burns painful in bleeding wounds
monsters shuffling around
nailing hard steel in bare walls
behind the scenes reigns vipers
ruthless sounds die away in the cosmos
@ Bianca & Gerhard
I cannot worry about 2082, or even 2032,
I cannot figure out in 2021 what I can do
To make the changes this old world needs
How to overcome humanity’s foul deeds.
I’d like to make the world a better place,
But we’re already fouling outer space.
I certainly cannot change the climate here,
Or do what’s necessary to save reindeer.
I am thinking the next generation must,
‘Cause my generation is beginning to rust.
written September 29, 2021
The hull lolls,
anchored to a fouling current.
Juggernauts of heat sleep under a leaden sky,
bugs lurch and slow skirt.
I nod over my spine, afloat on a humming haze.
An osprey jumps out of a high ambit,
swooping fast.
I imagine a wind in the wake of its wings.
The bird dives, cleaves the light, arrow bright
parting the weight of these doldrums.
The wallowing skiff seems to shrug off the heavy air
as talons scoop up a wriggling fish
together with my up-lifted mind.