Short Outcrop Poems
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babbling brook flows -
gently down the outcrop stream -
musical journey
standing on the jagged rocky outcrop
calm solitude
reflecting
I shout
loud
word
echoes
across miles
barren valleys
whispers a stranger's hello in return
written September 6, 2021
In the street I found you
oblong pebble
Where did you hail from
an outcrop or some bizarre barrier reef
I let you chalk
to all the lost and lonely
I love you like Jah
I cannot bare any flowers in my seed bed
I lay you in the mud
chlorosis of zinc and potassium
unpurifying the London Waters
There high on an outcrop of sun bleached rock
A skull and bone house please no feign of shock
Resting a place following the charnel house of life
Layered guests welcomed from past time be it husband or wife
No names all lost even an alias a Smith or Jones
Searching long enough I am sure to find my bones
In the street I found you
oblong pebble
Where did you hail from
an outcrop or some bizarre barrier reef
I chalk on you
all the lost and lonely
I love you like Jah
I cannot bare any flowers in my seed bed
I lay you in the mud
goodbye zinc and potassium
Pontificate the London Waters
when I'm brewing a cuppa
I travel 'long the winding track
Seeing mostly green, but a tree trunk black,
The orange and brown of a falling leaf,
It settles and nestles to a bush beneath,
A rocky outcrop where the wallabies bound,
The hidden tinklings of bellbirds sound,
A wispy fog emerging from a gorge,
Enveloping sheer cliffs that wind and rain forge,
It feels so good my walking track,
Although often away it always beckons me back.
Off to Mount Rushmore
To see the presidents:
Washington, Jefferson,
Lincoln, and Roosevelt,
Men of enormous stature
In the land of The Lakota,
Keystone, South Dakota
Fourteen years undertaking
Borglum’s work breathtaking,
With sixty-foot-high faces
Carved into granite outcrop,
One of our country’s
Most celebrated places.
written August 15, 2021
Featured on All Poetry's Front Page
September 28, 2021
The Deer and the Lion
The deer climbed to the top
The hill was long and steep
At times it had to creep
The rocks would outcrop
It would not stop
It would not sleep
Its life it wanted to keep
It felt like it would drop
Yet stopping meant sure death
For the lion was close behind
It could barely catch its breath
Sanctuary it had to find
It could lose the cat on the other side
It had to get there to save its hide.
the lips of sunset
caress teal outcrop
damp with anticipation
ever speeding up
and illuminating every last aspect
however reluctantly
as it
has to relinquish
its grip on reality
and find
blessed relief
after the day’s toil
to rest
a final burst of colour
in horizontal rainbow
celestial cymbals herald
the climax of the
verismo
whilst the setting sun reflects on how it squandered dawn
Deep inside the silent forest
trees stand erect saluting the amber sun
a waterfall cascades upon an outcrop of rock
fine mist fills the surrounding air
a small pond formed at the bottom
while free floating water lilies wave
the babbling brook progresses down
following the shallow bedded rock
devoid of all human contact until
two lovers found their way
carving their names upon the tree
knowing it would stay for all eternity.
The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream
From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes
Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug
So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice
Dull tones smear and coddle in a gray muddle.
Cow munch cloud fields.
A reality steeped in prismatic conjecture
until I find my spectacles.
I enter reality, a Columbus arriving in America;
not on the continent, but on some island
and outcrop just short of finding.
Gradually, through the resurrection
of rods and cones,
a little myopia and less blind faith
feeds the expectant mind,
until it can see both the daffodils
and the ancient hands that brought them here.
A Chemical Compound
in an orderly manner.
They're found on the ground,
classified by a scanner.
An outcrop in Costa-Rica -
many of these contain Silica.
Some are even Volcanic-
explosions are quite manic.
Its just like Me and You!
Special, Unique and some blue.
Igneous, Sedimentary, Metamorphic too-
I've heard that before, like de-ja vu!
It is Sharp or Smooth,
It is like a Bone,
It can be found in a Booth,
But what really is STONE?
originally written ~ 13/2/17