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Rickey Chatham Poem
cosmic dust spirals,
supernatural storms born
the Goldilocks zone
Free verse ~
A quadrant of marble missiles born
Ever since,
A dream catcher catches dreams
Jupiter catches meteorites and asteroids
Super-sonic projectiles pass Jupiter's gravitational shield
Shoots like V-1 rockets, destination is Mars
Seeded life exists there, nevermore
Saturn survived
The Red planet bleeds from beneath its crust
Lava flows from its core...
graphite composite, carbon spheres, laced with crystal ice
Craters and gorges are created kilometers deep
Cave creatures hibernating,
awaken from nocturnal sleep
Catastrophic events unfold...
the moon impacted by brazen bombardiers
headed for the new frontier
The moon takes mega-hits
The Earth tilts on its polar axis
Crimson tides flood marshlands and lagoons
Place prehistoric creatures roam and graze
Cosmic dust particles of the moon
chokes earth's atmosphere
The sun's torch extinguished
Like an eclipse
Demons from the core escape shackles
They tear the invisible rift, mimics paper ripping
Chains can not bind Lucifer's legions, anymore
Bat-like winged creatures with horns
Gargoyles
Such astonishing-force!
10,000 volcanoes erupting simultaneously
There's no haven to hide
Only deep sea creatures survive
The brontosaurus, T-Rex, raptor...
vaporized in minutes
Solidified into petrified rock - place they once stood
Invincible creatures extinct
Scanning the horizon and extraterrestrial skies,
I ponder... what if another catastrophic disaster happens
The volcano erupts ever so, many -- many moons
A supernova, two stars colliding, has triggered this domino disaster
Copyright © Rickey Chatham | Year Posted 2017
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Rickey Chatham Poem
(Haiku)
Gold dust rides whirlwind,
softly speckles wet canvas,
Lost Dutchman Mine found
Prose ~
"Maggie save your strength..." words whispered in the corridor of a prestigious art gallery in Paris, France. The elderly lady, dressed in black and trimmed in lace, is a prisoner of her iron chariot.
Sixty years had passed...
Quietly, she stood transfixed
A Blue Bonnet wax figurine -- in a shop
An old lady trapped in an oil painting
But opportunity comes
To escape the canvas
Smell the cherry blossoms
Exhale sublime liberation
Never had one gasp
felt so -- good.
A rainbow sphere shadows the painted desert
Trailblazers and pioneers have sought treasures
The Superstition Mountains and Lost Dutchman Mine
Snow-capped peaks and haunted canyons
This desert is refuge to insidious creatures,
venomous snakes, scorpions, and the hella monster!
It creeps within clay crevices
Beneath shale, rocks, and cactus
A silhouette seated on a rock...
canvas colored with oil colors
and raw sienna imagination.
Prisoner of lost love
Heart bound in iron shackles
Signature faded away...
by humidity and time.
Her secret no longer
a palace phantom
Aberrations refracted
by the midnight moon
Pedestrians pass by...
Tumbleweeds on the Tucson tundra
Tis' long ways from Arizona
A Mirage...
creating colorful portraits
beneath sublime peacock paradise.
Today's cause for celebration
Ninety-four years have gone to dust
Reincarnation reborn...
her last will and testament
seen by eyes of others.
She smiles gracefully,
her grandson hands her
a Peacock feather.
Maggie May Lancaster,
signature etched
with a trembling hand.
Maggie smiles one last time...
feather wedged between cold, clenched fingers.
Wrinkled face petrified with peacock passion;
saturated with solitude, solace, and grace.
Her ice cold -- steel blue eyes glisten
Like the look of a Norwegian sailor
Aboard a cog ship cruising Arctic waters.
Now she can return to the picture
Her painted face
Resembles the rainbow
Copyright © Rickey Chatham | Year Posted 2017
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