Volcano Poems

Volcano Run part 3 - Escaping the Ashfall

Part three

Once we were home, the bikes secure
we sealed the clubhouse, best we could
waiting for the ash to stop 
but fearing that it never would,

All the TV news was dismal;
all predicting different things,
each with warnings dire and dreadful
of the dangers ashfall brings.

I dug out pairs of coveralls
and painter's masks for us to wear,
and cartons of

Volcano Run part 2 - The Ride Home

At crack of dawn we headed out
before a cock or rooster crowed
and soon we found our asphalt path;
at home again, upon the road.

That 'greasy spoon' was our last stop,
Where we each tended to our ride;
we filled the tires and topped the gas
before we found our way inside.

Once we were seated I looked up
to see the

Volcano Run part 1 - The Ride to the Mountain

We ventured out one summer morn
to meet up with the rising sun,
the trip began at Castle Rock;
we joined the others for the run.

Inside a truck stop restaurant
the club debated where to go,
some wanted south to warmer lands,
the others north to find some snow.

We decided north and south were out;
most choices were too far to roam.
We

Volcano Mind

My mind simmers—
a volcano,
waiting.
Maybe it erupts,
maybe it just holds,
a silent threat behind every blink.

It takes everything—
to stay still,
to not burst
when no one else feels the fire
licking the edge of my thoughts.

Decisions burn before they’re made—
Is it right?
Am I right?
Will this moment
become another
mess to clean
alone?

Life spills like paint
no one asked for—
a blur of colors no one

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 

Volcano Maricano!

Held it in, so strong. 
For too damn long!
Bit my tongue, 
    it bled blood-red.
Cracks ran rampant,
    as the eruption spread,
    the pressure built.
The head-cap exploded -
Volcano Maricano!

Flash to Ash
Dread is Bled
Scene is Black
Flak is Sacked
Volcano Maricano!

Ashes flew, 
molten lava spew,
red burning streams
dribbling down,
defacing, everything in
its

Mayon Volcano Hiku

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POMPEII

I look at my work. I look down on the valley.
I'm proud of its richness, of its green fertile fields,
And each time I do, I can count up the tally.
My sacrificial top's loss produces great yield.

There's beauty in the valley, in its farms and trees.
Morning fog gives it a mythical seduction.
Yet though I remember how

- Haiku X 355 - volcano eruption -

Mayon Volcano

Extending arms
Its perfect cone
Valley to sea.

daring a volcano to get him

He stood at the crown of the volcano
daring hot death-making lava to rumble out
it was warm today, and there was rumbling
we took some pictures of him up there
making uncomfortable shaky jokes
secretly afraid it was Pompeii all over again
and these would be his final moments

At the volcano of Hell

I just walked into the land of hell
A devil came to me, like a friend
Hi, he said to me, I am your voice
Let us go together, at all the time

My demon friend showed me a  big mountain
We are going up to that mountain now - he said
An interesting winding path guided up and up
My

Volcano Explosion

You don't know what you can accomplish
until you just try
If you don't try
it will not happen
it will stay dormant
in a deep sleep like a volcano explosion  
it may come back negatively
like a rocket blasting into 
out of space
wasted, wasted it will be
no use to anyone
practice, practice your skills
like the will God has given to

When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano

When you sang, dreams croaked, then you ceased to be a volcano,
It was simpler to become a rock, not letting yourself be unraveled by the waves of myopia.
After seasons died in your arms, resigned to your cold might,
You questioned if perhaps all flowers tear their petals in vain for you.
You were left emptied of greenness,

An Erupting Volcano

Mau Lau
An erupting volcano
throwing out volcanic bombs
boulders larger than elephants

Mau Lau
the reason we do not build
schools, churches, homes or stores
at the base of a volcano

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