Short Pumice Poems
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Pumice! my throat cried!
:flames where words
should always BE!
/trembled this world,
death warmed OvEr
incredible!how the
ground cries & …skies
weep these Eternal Crystals
of Truth!
:: 09-28-2016 ::
A simpleton mewls.
Streams of martyrdom
sate white porcelain.
Sins and suffering
hover like pumice.
Pruned fingertips
scratch metallic
drain passages
seeking escape.
Dread subsides
as bubbles
vanish and
whimpers
simply
laugh.
Drinking from clear, gurgling streams,
catching frogs, unfolding dreams,
without iPhones, watches or clocks,
sitting high on granite rocks -
my memory is unwinding
a young boy exploring and finding
pumice and obsidian flakes
in the mountains over Mammoth Lakes.
More precious than crystalline trances
are singular experiences flicking
on my mind, a spill of alabaster, chrome
and pumice-like moments with you flow back-
In rampage and elation I wander lonely
through our stardust of intricacies blown off.
Stardust Contest/ Sponsor-Nette Onclaud
14 June 2020
Gargling
Hurling
Glowing
Sprinkling
Gargling, hurling pumice, ash, tephra,
Sprinkling glowing red lava trickle down.
Bursting
Firing
Flushing
Rushing
Bursting, firing red flames, cries, anger
Flushing, rushing lava, passion, power
++++++
Sixth Place win
Contest: Sound of colors by Monterey
It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.
Can I come out of
your body and kneel
before death ?
Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.
A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.
Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.
Can you eat your
words please ?
There is nothing left on the plate.
Satish Verma
The earths end, sky, sea;
pumice stone, windward lea
life grasped, grey alpine scree
Christian hinterland barren be.
Pillars, lentils, altar stones;
ground from Lug’s ancient bones.
Life minute, crevice formed foam
Erin’s core, St. Patrick’s home.
Where sweetness blooms, oh so rare;
petals leach such perfumed air
From seeming nothing fairest fair,
Ah, the Burren’s take me…there.
Oh crap they taste bad like old spit
I cleaned them with pumice and grit
With extra effort they don’t fit
Maybe they are bent too
How about your’s, are they perfect?
Check twice, imperfect I suspect
Let me know if there’s a defect
If broken I have glue
Your’s also failed? Best put them down
This predicament makes me frown
I’ll meet you later near downtown
Bring dentures, mine for you
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
The Paiute tribes, before they fell*,
were known to use, masterfully well,
copious pumice and obsidian,
found on the alpine meridian,
where the Long Valley Caldera blew to hell.
* "fell" might not be the right word. A little Internet research tells me that one of the Paiute tribes, the "Bishop Paiute Tribe" has a reservation near Bishop California, near the Mammoth Lakes area, where I collected pumice and obsidian as a child.