Short Stalagmites Poems
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Glimpse an empire in sweated palm burdened with pain centuries old;
Horrors and stalagmites hang in beautiful tragedy Gods have told:
Within soil surrounding bluest calm, such memories you hold.
she bleeds deep inside -
a cavern of stalagmites.
her warm heart plunges
into an echoing abyss.
5/4/2019
Liberum Divisa Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Gregory Barden
A SNOW QUEEN TALE
Posted on 6/29/2018
frozen swords clinging
icy shard-like stalactites
dripping in sunshine
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"Haiku With Nature Description"
All Poetry - February 2, 2022
written November 29, 2021
Frozen
Struck by your hand
Gentle touch makes me stand
Between the eyes I'm captured
Enchanted I am, frozen ice raptured
Crystal dripping stalactites thawed
Stalagmites on ground awed
Then you vanished
Frozen
Cloistered in this cavern where chandeliers hang crystalline
Adorning the vaulted ceilings to which
Varicolored stalagmites have so slowly climbed - I find
Exquisiteness etched by time -
Seclusion's serenity.
For Line Gauthier's 'Bite Size Poem no11' Poetry Contest
A spelunker he was
from adolescence on.
An outdoorsman
with the best equipment
exploring caves
one after another
shining a big flashlight
as he weaved among the
stalactites and stalagmites
saying he would never
explore another cave
once he found the right one.
He found that cave at forty,
sold his flashlight,
married and settled down.
Donal Mahoney
There survives a burg, strangled by,
A fume as thick as thieves,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The adroit aggrieved.
Skyscrapers and broad avenues,
Where vast trains shunt and squall,
Where soaring glass stalagmites screen,
The vestige’s caterwaul.
Where night tide is perennial,
The gargoyles chill and ward,
Aged curves and finials resist,
Thick gnarling walls contort.
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Winter knows our names
etched in breath on window panes
men pretend they're game,
but inner strength cracks like ice
when cold seeps in, snuffs the flame.
Glaciers carve the mind
grinding down the frozen past
into frosted cones
stalactites, stalagmites
loom like vultures preying.
Between ice and men
lies endless living struggle
warmth against coldness
to rout old entropy's tug
to meld what energy melts.
Eden of my eye
Beauty in culture of ten million
Garden of my eye
Haven of brethren and sistren
Values never weakened, in words spoken
Freedom strengthened, heritage golden
Sprinkled love in dynamite
Ceilings of heaven in stalactites
Grounds softened by stalagmites
Citizens' history, written in strobe light
Magnets of loving people
Ore of the grounds supple
Blanket of salvation
Tablet and core of the nation
((Haiku))
Love seems endlessly
Then stalactites stalagmites
Divorce comes for sure
((Limerick))
She walk down the isle smiling in white dress
In the courthouse in black dress, what a mess
Lovers dancing on the sand
Divorce and money in hand
Got her money's worth, who laughs last laughs best
((Couplet))
The guy thinks he can outsmart the girl
The girl knows after divorce she owns his world
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Bats hanged in the roof of the cave as stalagmites
Until a group of intrepid explorers started to explore
Hidden nature chamber covered with green ferns
A waterfall crystalline stream flows as a manantial
Bringing a spectacular outlook to the spectators
Refreshing from the intense temperature outside
Hieroglyphs from indians still as silent witness
From all the visitors that took the guided excursion
Telling later to family and friends the adventure
I can remember as a child
thinking then, snows were very deep,
that train trestles could touch the sky
and dad stood at least ten feet high.
With little legs standing in snow
Like twin stalagmites stacked and cold
certainly seemed deep, in my eyes.
Same could be said for train trestles;
Standing beneath them looking up,
It wasn’t hard to imagine
them touching that enormous sky.
Today standing somewhat stooped,
my octogenarian dad
remains that giant in my eyes.