ANGER SPEWING FORTH
CANADIAN SMOKE FROM UP NORTH
WE SHALL NO REMORTH
(thanks Sylvester thuffering thuckatash)
Smoky Rivers
Beautiful places to visit
A long way from home
Mesmerizing by flowing current
Turn the page , dive into the next chapter
Meditate upon treaded waters
Weather storms brewed is cultivating
Your smiles are breath taking
All take you with me
Wherever we go freely
Smoky rivers breathe transparent
Emotions runneth torrent
Just between the two of us
Romance under the sun set
Bridges lead us somewhere
No one can ever replace you
Calm rivers past the horizons flow
With open arms
The velvet sky carries us
ANGIE, that last slow dance in smoky haze—
you slipped UNDER MY THUMB like twilight’s ache.
The Rolling Stones crooned fate through tangled days;
I tried to PAINT IT BLACK for mercy’s sake.
But YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT—truth stings—
just loaded TUMBLIN DICE in neon towns,
chasing HONKY TONK WOMEN on borrowed wings
while WILD HORSES dragged dreams to thorny grounds.
O RUBY TUESDAY, ghost in sequin sheen,
your laugh a roulette wheel’s bright, spinning sound.
The jukebox plays what might-have-been,
where every win was loss, and lost was found.
Stones still roll… but honey, in the end,
the house takes all. Even diamonds bend.
Did you dance on
the porch this morning
avoiding the invisible
ice and the broken glass?
Could you see
through the smoky hat’s brim?
In your mind you climb clouds
like a resin rock wall
looking for a view
of a place beyond perplexity
Fingers squeeze
scraping the raincloud's face
Will you let their tears
surround your silhouetted trace
to wash your mind clear?
Smoky sunset over the plain
Is it time for a verse?
Your breaths caress my neck like rain
Will our goodbye be terse?
We're in a pandemic
Words that were once magic
Useless to lives tragic
I lose a bet
Smoky sunset
September 15th, 2021
Quietus
The smoke lingering
laced in the sweat on my skin,
the bar walked me home.
Unable to sleep I remember-
My mind flashes back to many things;
Such wonderful gifts – our memory,
Salvation and life with all it brings
It is nighttime of long ago
Before electricity the coal oil lamp burns
Sitting up on the mantle that’s dressed
With a white embroidered skirt
Snuffed out when time for bed and sleep
The smoky scent of coal oil remains;
Soon sleep comes lasting to morning
When the scent of coal oil and coal awakens
The bedroom was in the living room
Nearer the coal burning stove and heat,
Soon the coldness of winter would come
As under the thick covers we slept
My mind remembers but I wonder
“Why is this so?” It was long ago;
Yet, it seems precious that old scene
My mind’s eye sees and recalls aglow
The irony is that the heat was temporary
While the night’s sleep was continuous
Now, the heat is automatic,
But the sleep is strenuous
I sit to write out my memory
A septuagenarian night gone by
With only a coal oil lamp flickering
In the recesses of my minds’ eye
-Evelyn Pearl
Smoky Dreams ‘Neath Rainbow Rings
Oh, you are so cool,
opaquely bright,
clear prism shattering
true light
And you
red glowing sweat
condensed containment
flaming tears
Draw near to me
let me consume
your crystallized
angelic plume
I dare not
lest I extinguish
the molten core
of lava’s anguish
You fall into
a silent night
You rise upon
a roaring light
our lives
but aimless
wanderings
smoky dreams
‘neath
rainbow rings
©12/30/2017
submitted to STUNNED - Poetry Contest
I lived away in the Aussie bush,
grey Cat escaped a smoky moosh {face},
he was eating Brown Snakes,
brought Rabbit for his Doggie mates,
a smoky kind of Puss.
Puddys can be fierce hunters,
they usually jump 3 feet in the air,
when a brownie strikes at em.
Quick or dead?
Don
The moon glows with its silver blue light
The light is like pearl shaped tears
In the curtain of night
Soul yearns with wild desire
In the mountains dew arises to the sky
It creates a pale mist
Beautiful but eerie is this scene
Almost supernatural is shadow ancient trees will cast
The reflected in the sun pale mist looks sublime
The ocean of trees rather than green looks blue
One can almost see the passage of time
Young Cherokee warrior stands in the light of full moon
His soul enters the sky like a dream
The howling of a wolf can be heard for miles
In the light of Pleiades young warriors’ essence will swim
Great Spirit resonates through him with divine echoes
Wolf is reflection
The unbound imagination
All levels of existence and beyond are creation
Otherworldly nirvana is mathematical vision of perfection
Long-winged smoky wisps curling up
Now drifting like wind driven clouds
Then swirling like cobwebby curtains
Screaming sirens outside the house
Circling about darkening the hamlets
Outside the room shrieking of sirens
Windows seemed miles away
As he came near the window
All he could see was acrid smoke
Devilish red flames burning his skin.
Pitter patter of footsteps coming up
Making his hairs stand up all around
The knot of fear grew bigger & bigger
The remains were all black and smoky.
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Date 12-10-13
5th place win
Dr. Ram Mehta
Country Music
Contest: Groove it by nette onclaud
A small wave beach,
Tiny shells of ages past,
Washing time again
To dry next day.
Fairy fires glow
In concrete rings,
A driftwood sizzles
As it sends smoke out.
An ants cliff rises
Above clam mounds
That bubble under water
As the lapping grows more frequent.
Then still rippling notes
Orchestrate the winds.
It's only the time,
That I come to mind,
When smoke gets in your eyes.
Then you come my way,
Taking time from your day,
To visit, and make someone smile.
When I look for you,
All I have to do,
Is look for that smoky design.
You probably don't know,
How my trust for you grows,
Everytime that your glance catches mine.
And when we're in the midst,
Kicking back just like this,
My everything feels resolved.
Although sometimes I do get blue,
Thinking I can't have you,
I'm still happy that you're in my life.
It is no surprise,
How I breakdown inside,
Everytime I can't see past the smoke.
So, I'll stay content,
With all I can get,
With one glance from your smoky brown eyes.
END
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