What are you all quacking about?
In just a little rain, no one is hurt
Let’s do the chicken splash together
Ignore splatters of mud from those puddles.
Splash or quack, splash or quack
Wear your boots and dance, let’s all rock!
Rain is God’s blessing, thank Him back!
In a prayer-squat, walk like chicken not duck.
Let’s do the chicken splash
Merriment under the rain is free, no cash!
Stamp your feet together on the ground
Feel the coldness of swashing sound.
Swashing waves and swimming fish who don’t cry
The sun shining her rays on the ocean
A massive fish stared to the ocean’s sky
Seeing the sun’s distorted reflection
The fish proudly made a proclamation
“Behold, the sun, the everlasting light
Bow down to him whose great rays give you sight”
So every fish and crustacean bowed down
Not knowing that it’s just a phantom so bright
Sending the doubtful to the deep to drown
Swashing waves and swimming fish ripening
The smallest fish, filled up with zealous faith
Leaped straight out the vast water like lightning
Shattering through the blue sky with no scathe
Seeing the pure sun in splendour, no wraith
In fleeting despair and soon coming bliss
Due to the sight of the true and lone disk
He told his tale on an abyssal plain
To his close friends in secret with much risk
Hoping to see her splendour once again
The river
When we met
Was splashing
Both the banks
I was
A little nervous
I wanted to swim
In case I sank?
The other day
There was a report
In the newspaper
As he was ardently fondling
The pulsating blonde neck and throat
In a prolonged prelude
Splashing the crushing waves
From the climbing passion
She died of asphyxiation
The rippling sound
Crippling crests
Suggesting silhouettes
Engaging my pen
With vignettes
While eyes focused
At the waves
Gently swashing against the shore
Knocked on the door
Making me forget
The after and before
Are you crazy
A voice out of the mist
Called out
The luxurious river
Is in full tide this evening
Come away
The splashy call
However, was louder
Resembling an ocean
Too gorgeous to stop
The blueberry emotions
Looking at
The currents hitting the anchor
Waters lapping the land
The blue water darkening in twilight
I waited with the key
The lock was restive
As I splashed my thoughts
Many a leaf fell from the tree
Quite a few, however, were stubborn
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4 June 2020
Splash Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Each day I suck, on a Whiskey jug
As my life also, does suck on me
My worth on earth about as much
As my piss is, to the sea
Inside this swashing jug, a raging sea
Sets me adrift atop a cresting wave
Then pulls me under to such depths
That my soul, I can no longer save
With each gulp I stir the bowels
Arouse the sediment and silt
And as it settles I hope it hides
Or at least, obscures my gilt
Every mouthful flays my throat
Like waves they break unto the rocks
Smashing, spraying, then dissipating
While the Devil stands and mocks
I drink until my mind goes blank
Then plunge into the floor
At last a drunken blissful peace
Until, I wake once more
So as I lay here on this deck
Inebriated, dying in this flask
I think of you and what we had
If your forgiveness, I could only ask
BOEMS by JA 614
the swashing
the evening we were declared
WORLD’S HOTTEST CAPITAL
sarah & i seek relief via a cool walk
between jetties — where an impromptu
marine superhighway has formed
— a never ending people procession
2 & 3 abreast wander the swashing —
magical median between sand & sea
— adults stroll — kids splash — dogs chase
the waves which suck our toes — pulling us
toenail by bunion — into pulsing blood
— heat particles extracted & dissolved
into shadow — salt replaced by crystals
of coolth — a strange osmosis — sighs
meanwhile a girl in white glides across
glass slowswift & graceful soon fading
in the gloaming as if she’s a ship
sails full of wind the rest of us
cannot catch
I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I see some gliding fishing boats over there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.
This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.
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December 2, 2014
Form: Kyrielle
Seventh Place win
Contest: One of your best by Gautami Phookan
A Skeleton face down in the mud,
Surrounded by smiles that
sway through the trees,
beauty in death; swinging eternity.
Digestion of all, marrow and blood
laughing, crying, shivers and smiles;
crawling among bones
the insects and their infecting clones
And here comes the flood, a washer machine
An endless love
swishing and swashing, making it clear
sins of all, we hold them dear
Applauding branches and those loud thuds
growing on the bank in golden flower buds
the cawing and crowing, couldn't stamper their fright
of that glowing Phoenix, so gorgeous in flight
INTO THE STORM (PART 1)
A few drops predicting storm, large, heavy, hard.
Black clouds, low, hanging, turbulent.
Wind drops as a boxer lowers his guard,
Confident of the helplessness of an opponent
Facing the forthcoming fury omnipotent.
Waves, solid mountains of etched glass blocks
Swashing their black masses on the decks,
And she shivers with the shocks.
Bow crashes the watery wall ahead and checks.
Shards of black mass assault faces and necks.
Drops fly from ropes stretched straight to snapping,
Decks awash with black glass’s foaming flume,
Wind has horizontal pennant frantically flapping,
Rain lashes the leeside scuppers full of foam:
As we plunge into the black heart of the storm.
(to be continued….)
I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I see some gliding fishing boats over there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
And Surfers trying to get rides on the waves
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I watch people running, strolling and sunning,
Setting sun promise to rise tomorrow morning
Like the human ambitions and unknown desires
Something close to eternity within me touches.
I notice the crabs scurry, somewhere hiding,
Leaving smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Something close to eternity within me touches.
This silence rubs, softens me, gives a purpose
I find even my pains are held in this silence
Surrender my self-importance, my smallness
Something close to eternity within me touches.
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Sixth Place Win in:
Contest: Breathe in the silence sponsored by Paula Swanson
Come take a tour,
of my grooming shop,
at poems end, I'm sure you'll agree,
were the best,
so forget the rest,
C'mon, read on, and see,
dogs all check in, in the morn,
looking all tattered and worn,
now let's trot down this path,
for a warm bubble bath,
swishing and swashing,
as we start dog washing,
now groomers try,
for that perfect fluff dry,
now moving on to snipping and clipping,
finishing off with shaping and tipping,
now lets go out for a pee,
by the old maple tree,
not a moment to lose,
back in for a snooze,
owners are called one by one,
to tell them that their pup is done,
owners arrive right away,
and we all wave goodbye,
as the pup's drive away.
I listen on the beach to the cascading waves,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating, swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds in the caves.
I see some gliding fishing boats everywhere,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
On the horizon floating ships still further,
Surfers trying to get rides on the waves here.
I watch people running strolling and sunning,
The sun is to set on the horizon advancing,
With a promise to rise anew tomorrow,
Like the human ambitions and desires grow.
I notice the crabs scurry somewhere to hide,
The scooping pelicans with mouthful of fish alongside,
Water receding leaving the smooth bed of sand,
All sounds now receding to its minimum end.
Come, Grace, let us get away from the turmoil,
It is the time for us to be in tranquility to coil?
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Twelfth Placement
Contest: Viva Vacation
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing the sand pebbles,
Creating swishing, swashing sounds,
I hear hissing, rustling sounds of the wind.
I see some gliding fishing boats there,
The seagulls soaring, gliding in the air here,
On the horizon floating ships still further,
Surfers trying to get rides on the waves here.
I watch people running strolling and sunning,
The sun is about to set on the horizon,
With a promise to rise anew tomorrow morning,
Like the human ambitions and desires unknown.
I notice the crabs scurry somewhere hiding,
The scooping pelicans with mouthful of fish,
Leaving the smooth bed of sand, water receding,
All sounds now receding to its minimum hiss.
Come, Grace, getting away from the turmoil,
It is the time for us to be in tranquility to coil?
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