Volcanic Poems

Herculean hero

Our towering talisman…glowering totem…manic volcanic Viking King..

The flowering genesis of a powering nemesis…

Herculean but Sisyphean struggles showering..

The penury of injury…intrigue of fatigue…cavorting 

With the clarity and lack of charity

Of ripsnorting depravity and disparity of sporting gravity..

Another unfair body scare on the square or Stokes lair…for our oh so rare.. devil may care…flair compere with his

Volcanic Eruption

There's whispers deep in my soul
Secrets guide me through the darkest night
A hidden poetic gem shines whole
This gem calms my inner fright

There is a light dancing from my dreams
Leaving stars twinkling in my eyes
A sweet spirit within my soul beams
As the crack of dawn begins to rise

Within a poem begins to form
As hot lava bubbling
I

Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Words both good or bad are very powerful,
bad words said are like a volcanic eruption to the soul.
Why do family and friends hurt each other,
do they not understand what it does to the other person ~
volcanic eruption of the soul takes place.
These painful words and actions are like hot lava,
hot lava running out from ones

Volcanic Eruption of a Soul

At times the soul gets clenched,
in an unspeakable grief.
In a demoniac grip,
it chokes and w r i g g l e s~
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe.

Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent,
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone,
Strains to

Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Unmet expectations strike hard,
hurting where they languish long.
Unkept promises are blows earned,
hitting where they find no resistance.
Unkind words are slashes harsh,
ripping through the calm conscience.

The dormant volcano within the soul 
then gets the upsurge of melted psychic mantle 
in the crust of brittle tolerance,
that collapses in the caldera cradling the vent, 
reaching the magma chamber

Volcanic Eruption of a Soul

In the mine of silence,                 
within the furnace of pain,                  
a burning soul, prepares for 
a tremendous explosion!

The mantle rocks fractured 

Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified 
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace 
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart 
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts ! 

One transformative honest experience and we 
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are  
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive" 

ERUPTING WORLD WARS

Pandemic warring,
Human nature’s volcanic
Lava flow of hate;
Scorching love with agony:
Her world’s peace flowing away:-

Volcanic Ash

.................Several strokes were made; sharpening this shiV
Sulphuric is the stench; but a sentimental heart; in its echO
             Heat beyond conceptualized; melted away my walL
                   

Volcanic Breath

Sometimes the truth is hard to hear
So let me make this chrystal clear
The anger shines bright in your eyes

The hatred that you keep inside
The temper that you try to hide
Worn only by a thin disguise

All the bile sipped from the cup
Will find its way to burn you up
The clock ticks down before you fall

Volcanoes lurking

Souvenirs From Volcanic Forest

He consulted a warlock, a wizard, a priest and a witch.
The witch finally asked “did you pick up something you shouldn’t have?”
He thought about this and remembered.
He had collected seashells, sticks, rocks, and soil from a national park.

"Kind of", he admitted.
“From Volcano National Park?” the witch asked him.
He nodded yes.
“You have to send it all

A Sitka Sunset

Churning listless feeble foaming waves
Pods of Humpback whales splash and dive
Reflecting sunset’s waning rays.
As curly crimson clouds arrive,
Far Edgecombe’s volcanic cone
Shines bright in alpenglow, alone.
Cloudy embers ease into eve,
Flushing Ferrari fires from day
As sun dips for its nightly dunk,
In search of Neptune’s treasure trunk.
Bald eagles soar for lofty nests
Atop crowns of gnarled, ancient spruce.
As Sitka

Volcanic Eruption

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vehement evasion

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Volcanic Shape

Destiny has built this mission 
ending with this one decision 
there will be no repetition 
take the chance or be left wishing 

Conquer now or collapse 
once it’s gone it won’t come back 
You can focus through the pain 
this time you’ve a prize to gain 

It won’t be for nothing now 
like before when

Silent Rage

There are folk, in church or non-church family
Abounding in warmth; "Hi folks!" with charm
Least expected ... On the couch, deep memory:
Kind misdeeds, intent ignored: cut on thy palm

NOTE: a pastor may counsel successful churchgoers & find unsorted anger & hurts, rumbling & smoking with volcanic ferocity. Watch for small signs: the unkindly cuts from charming

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