Short Pompeii Poems
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Who's new at the CIA?
It's t-rump's mad clone Mike Pompeii
Oh - how we do cry
We're in a wok stir fry
While they claim it's a tasty soufflé
All there cast in Stone
Pompeii a gift to all
they laying down as if sleeping
Vesuvius aggrieved and granting
to some a later undeserved mortality
side by side
happy and fulfilled
blissful and serene
the end was near
we closed our eyes
for one last kiss
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All there cast in Stone
Pompeii a gift to all
they laying down as if sleeping
Vesuvius aggrieved and granting
to some a later undeserved mortality
Ashes are all around me, like a pompeii horror scene
Scorching lava incinerates the weak and unexpected
Demoralized survivors rise up and rebuild from nothing
Pompeii Slave Girl
There was a young slave of Pompeii
Whose master had ordered her stay
But she made a dash
Whilst he turned to ash
Proving girls always have the last say.
Zooming all over the globe
Breakfast with the Sphinx at Giza
Lunch shaded by the Tower at Pisa
Dinner on the Champs-Élysées
Bedtime in Pompeii
Seeing the world from my sofa.
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He stood at the crown of the volcano
daring hot death-making lava to rumble out
it was warm today, and there was rumbling
we took some pictures of him up there
making uncomfortable shaky jokes
secretly afraid it was Pompeii all over again
and these would be his final moments
Sometimes I feel like such a jerk
To hear friends talk of long lost work
Few leave their homes
All had good jobs
From nine to five
Just working slobs
When all is really said and done
Where was real life?
Where was the fun?
So as the years now just roll by
And no one really cares a bit
To hear these has beens spew their wit.
(A Variation of: Your Departure Versus the Hindenburg by Kenneth Koch)
Every time you enter the room
I see it as an extension of
Pompeii
That great 76 A.D. volcano erupting
In molten lava like a 2-liter of soda exploding
after it has been shaken.
When you enter a room,
people run in fear to
hide from your presence.
Pompeii at the top of the stairs,
Her negligee glowing like the moonlight.
The trancelike eclipse chases her to bed.
The milky softness of her gown —
birds like stars stun him to moans.
The thickness of her hair haloes the pillow
A mirror reflects his volcanic shadow.
The universe — the subtle kisses
the eruption of Vesuvius.
Seems forever at rest, in each other’s arms.
11/27/2018
We moved inexorably
towards idiocracy
we slipped without grip
towards dependency
We prayed filled with nothing
but false ecstasy
we crept towards our death
instinctively
We lived as slaves
fully and intentionally
We are Pompeii, Herculaneum
the ones who filled
the stadium
Called for pitiless blood
to warmly run
worshiped bearded men
and starry sun
causation, ruination
living and dead
Form:
Sky scrapers posed a gauntlet across her neon waters....
Radioactive tides their evasive in stalking horse wavelengths
Walpurgis nights preordained pentagon knife; planchette's point
Blank modern day Pompeii ? Neptune's, man of war; crimson's rabbit.
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Form:
Mount Vesuvius erupts in anger
warm air like butterfly wings
flashes against our cheeks
I hold you my final light...
We stand on the edge of the sea
a galaxy of smoke and soot
swirls around us...
My love I wish
I had wings to carry us
all I have is my shoulder
for you to lean on...
Let us press our lips together
in these final moments
perhaps in the future
archaeologists will find us
As lovers preserved in ash...
~ ~
Smoke and ash covers the sky.
Its day, yet it’s as dark a night
There’s wailing of children and women scream.
The mountain rumbles with Vulcan’s might.
Lava is the only light.
There’s no saving us.
Refuge won’t come.
Armageddon rains down from the heavens.
We feel a higher powers’ presence.
The great city of Pompeii will be buried soon.
We all must face our impending doom
as the screaming and wailing stops.
Pompeii
Amid ashes pumice lay
Life in cinders Pompeii in disarray
Vesuvius plumed angry swell
Archeologists unearth deathly knell
Volcanic vomit ample spume
from sunlight golden to darkened gloom
Roman bathing in waters pure
Nimbus of fires blazing coiffure
In 79 AD it's eruption did occur
No time to flee , No time for prayer
For sure a wrong analogy of mine
but this 'Furnace' it froze in time
thank you
Land of the free, home of the brave
but on the brink our freedom sways
What can we do
Make sure she stays!
Let's stop and think
that flag we raise.
Machiavellian regime's-Coordinate
An Orwellian theme
A prophetic haze
cyberspace and blackout craze
Death by drone, Killer clones
IPhones herded them to zones
A Sodomized Pompeii
Normalitized unpure
Lord show the way
So much still so unsure
In these last days
May 18th, 1980
Mt. St. Helen erupted.
It was expected, many had escaped a bad fate.
Some opted to stay, wanting to go down in glory.
Two thousand square miles of trees were destroyed.
Mt. Pinatubo erupted eleven years later.
Both of these events reminiscent of the destruction of Pompeii.
Where twenty thousand people were not warned.
Many discovered permanently covered in molten lava
Volcanoes are no joke; heed her warnings my friend.
Capri
roofless cubes, spidery with wire,
cakes of azure and enzian;
above at the Villa San Michele
Rilke smiles down at the broken beaches,
at coves of defiant waves, compacted sea
Pompeii
a chessboard of honest stones
open to a sky of hushed shouts;
we huddle in a boned frame
of another life, a stopped day
Napoli
warm and secret, olive-eyed
an infinite beauty makes a new face
as we gaze ape-like from our bus;
an act of moment
i run thru ashes of pompeii
and i bring good news
it's great food
and my grapes will come to fruition
but i sleep close to the street
next to the mummies
nectar and jam
my news is the same
as it was from the last time
do you recall
as
when no one held regard to the mother
then the blast came
do not give the
neoanthropologists
a chance to excavate
your grinning skulls
as
the rich volcanic soil holds the DNA of
thousands of dreamers
Without you
My soul lies
An inner
Pompeii
Frozen
In time
Mounds
And
Mounds
Of fallen
Ash and
Century old
Magma
Weigh
Down
Inside me
What
Could have
Been
Should have
Been
Would have
Been
Alive and
Thriving
A volcano
Of love
Our volcano
Erupting
From us
Molting
Pleasure
Our very own
Carnal Pompeii.
So come back
To me
Bury me
With the
Contents
Of your core
Be my
Vesuvius
And leave me
Nevermore!
Body being the sole focus,
Every next person’s Narcissus,
Every town a Pompeii,
Me, mine everyone’s joy,
And self, not the soul, joy’s locus.
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Happenings |49.02.2019| self
Poet’s note: Scan the malls and mark what most of the people buy. Increasing focus of today’s world seems to be one’s self, grooming, body care, and looking outwardly good, a selfish focus, in almost total neglect of the Self within, one’s true identity.
An ember cloud and fireballs
lit up the sky,
as the lovers embraced
each other in deep
moment of love.
They held each other's
arms and kissed
as though time had
stopped.
The two lovers turned to pillars
of ash as Mount Vesuvius
spewed out lava and rocks
all over Pompeii.
Their love was so deep and powerful,
that not even the scorch
of Mother Nature could separate
them from their bond....
Date of Publishing: 9/14/2016
Inspired by the Movie: Pompeii (2014)
In Italy, I walked along Pompeii:
an eeriness exudes each house and street
(although those crumbling structures had been fine,
lived in and loved by those who'd died that day);
the ground still trodden by so many feet...
like mine.
I wondered, 'Is it right to visit here,
to peer in places where they'd sleep and dine?'
The people felt so close as though we'd meet;
what would they think of me, a sightseer?
Their shrine!
written 20th October for Sara's curtal sonnet contest