"deluging" poems
*erstwhile a halcyon extant universe incessantly ceaseless
cradled itself in hues of violet phosphorescence
laced with cobalt shimmering stars
perpetually whole it nonetheless
sought to know itself
encompassing all that is bubbling over in effervescent ebullience
intertwined with indescribable catastrophic splendor
it shattered into tens of millions of splinters
of eloquent efflorescent light
shining in the night
each splinter heretofore imbued with sempiternal felicity
began to conjure sumptuous dulcet elixirs
furtively seeking out savory emollients
to mollify the pique of separation
plummeting they fell
into monstrous competition seeking demesne they lost the purpose
of gaining awareness and intelligent consciousness
surreptitious estrangement overflowed
deluging them in excruciating agony
thus an epiphany was born
the carving of the beleaguered fragments inked with tremendous pain
created a transfiguration of splinters to crystals
hence enlightenment commenced as the gems
magnetized together constructing a world
where omnipotence shines
the ineffable beauty formed by the reintegration of crystals
far exceeds the original as they dazzle with universal light
bursting from diamonds etched in deep wisdom
flooding the firmament with kaleidoscopic
rainbow strobes cascading the sky
©2016janetaylor
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
the sun is always shining
i create the rain
drowning in dark water
deluging thunderstorms
i obstruct the view
twisting tourniquet
shutting off the glow
fatality is sure
take flight in hurricanes
live in the twister’s path
cyclone is my choice
whirling to my death
the sun is always shining
afraid it’s far too bright
for me to grasp my power
and know that i am light
©2016janetaylor
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
*hitherto i naively challenged
my decision to enter an ominous existence
a vicious maze veiled in obscurity
inconceivable to navigate without the accumulation
of bruises, heartache, and psychic mutilation
the torment’s ache so unfathomable
i begged to evaporate beseeching death’s arrival
and with the dexterity of a masterful wizard
i magically spun threads of my shredded soul
into a mangled ball of mental lacerations
then stealthily in the opaque of the night
i rushed the frigid black ocean’s high tide
and deluging myself in the ebony water
i buried the battered ball
now deeply eclipsed in the onyx abyss
it sapped all my strength to hold it under
drowning in the wave’s of sea motion
stinging salt alive on my pours
gasping for air i surrendered my grip
releasing my marred orb of élan vital
capitulating to the sand on the beach
i ceded the fight and watched the sphere roll
unraveling it glistened against the white sand
an opalescent tapestry lit by twilight
mirroring the stars against the coal sky
in the lustrous lunar midnight
reflected back by silver moonlight
littered with specks of fluorescent insight
astonished i drew in my breath as i read
words interlaced in the untangled web
the wounds are there
creating a looking glass
peer in
and you will heal
your own consciousness
©2016janetaylor
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
*Cimmerian Chaos, incediary
The Requiem of the Revenant:
Tis I,
The Breathing Song
Conjuring a vestige,
Ensorcelled by what I'd been envisaging.
Maimed by Tempus, The Temporal Arbiter
Words reverberating on the wavelength of my soul
Left me vibrating desolate and wayworn.
Utterances deluging me in the Dominion of Doubt
Until I reached a crossroads
For perilous was the pilgrimage I peregrinated.
The Penultimate Tribulation has begun
And though angst is festering in my flesh,
The Sacred Lotus of Dreams has not wilted,
Shalt it ever upon the Lake of the Holy Oracle;
Elysium of the Soul is awaiting those who are stalwart
In the Visage of the Shadows.*
∞Hallelujah∞
By Sanders M. Foulke III
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew,
And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell
Hammered on top, but never quite burst through.
Rain, guttering down in waterfalls of slime,
Kept slush waist-high and rising hour by hour,
And choked the steps too thick with clay to climb.
What murk of air remained stank old, and sour
With fumes of whizz-bangs, and the smell of men
Who'd lived there years, and left their curse in the den,
If not their corpses...
There we herded from the blast
Of whizz-bangs, but one found our door at last,
Buffeting eyes and breath, snuffing the candles,
And thud! flump! thud! down the steep steps came thumping
And sploshing in the flood, deluging muck -
The sentry's body; then his rifle, handles
Of old Boche bombs, and mud in ruck on ruck.
We dredged him up, for killed, until he whined
'O sir, my eyes - I'm blind, - I'm blind, I'm blind!'
Coaxing, I held a flame against his lids
And said if he could see the least blurred light
He was not blind; in time he'd get all right.
'I can't' he sobbed. Eyeballs, huge-bulged like squids',
Watch my dreams still; but I forgot him there
In posting Next for duty, and sending a scout
To beg a stretcher somewhere, and flound'ring about
To other posts under the shrieking air.
* * *
Those other wretches, how they bled and spewed,
And one who would have drowned himself for good, -
I try not to remember these things now.
Let dread hark back for one word only: how
Half-listening to that sentry's moans and jumps,
And the wild chattering of his broken teeth,
Renewed most horribly whenever crumps
Pummelled the roof and slogged the air beneath, -
Through the dense din, I say, we heard him shout
'I see your lights!' But ours had long died out.
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Rain plummets from your branches
to my face,
Overflowing leaf's chimb
Onto unvigilant ish limbs
While my blinking eyes are dim,
You long for an embrace,
Without word yet of rejection,
You are ever bold.
You've thrown your achy breeze at me
And now you throw those icy leaves at me
Cause this pain to freeze in me.
With your icy hold.
I do not have a love for you
Deluging tree.
Stay close to your own stem,
You're a cold love I condemn
Leave me in my lonesome,
Can you not see?
I do not want your flowers, berries,
branch nor bark
I don't want your petals' play,
Nor your leafy locks to sway,
I want your leaflets to on this day
remain at far.
Your frosty touch on my skin
it blanches
I'm not ready for love so steely
I suspect I never will be
So stick to your own tree, please
Rainy branches.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 7:14 PM UTC
The yearning for Escape, a misinterpretation
Conception instigated from understanding
Unobtrusive acquiescence of unending comprehension
Thoughts explode in the blue and rain down
Lovely eruptions submerged in moonlight
Showering the spheres with a dazzling gleam
Deluging them with adoration and consideration
Illuminating the path to eternity
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
The following statements of truth were brought to you
Not through, but circumnavigating fated parameters
Of insane, yet normative, largely uninformative
Mechanisms that formally give birth to ********
And instead, strategically splicing said bounds with
Ideal variables derived from the courageously quixotic,
Unrobotic, and outraged agents of, and for, capital Real:
The train of corporate reasoning derails so fast
To follow is to snap the head backward,
Far past angles within measures of pleasurable fit
And open gates to deluging tangled circular
Failures of logic that trick and co-opt the proletariat.
We are Present-Ambassadors with broken flux-capacitors
Demonstrating a consistent tendency toward error
In efforts to obtain diplomatic access to a future where
The same reemerging deficits do not manifest unfixed.
One of said deficits may include all positive freedoms.
For the record, it shall be noted that civil society
Currently arrives implicitly to find it compliantly fine
To promote systems of labor designed to illicit behaviors
That will eventually undermine the actors of exhaustive work
And make benefactors of those complicit in crime.
As case studies of this paradoxical paradigm, we observe
Nations signing trade agreements aligned with
Selling more of the goods whose extractions have
Cataclysmic exactions upon locals contracted not to resist.
Those who take issue with this are directed to appellate institutions.
The projected scarcity of over-consumed poisons causes fear
Which leads to faster hoarding and more ex(t/p)ensive death.
Thus, most human behaviors presently inflate pricing, popularity,
And rapidity associated with committing system-wide suicide.
As shackle-some power consolidation bends toward a transnational peak
I hereby slide-tackle these forwarded trends, seeking goals of the rational.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
"Get out!"
He yells; orders
"Get out of the car!"
I sit.
"NOW!"
I look around
sorry faces gawk at me
they should be sorry
letting me fend for myself
walking into the desert battlefield with me
then stealing my bags and running away
with sorry snickers
sorry
**** well should be.
"I'M SERIOUS! GET OUT NOW! OR I'LL PULL YOU OUT!"
I gaze out the window
barren deserts,
mossy, sandy mountains,
endless stretches of hard, dead highway
The lock unlocks,
my belongings gather,
my shoes go on,
the handle moves,
the door opens,
my foot ventures to the sandy ground
the door closes
the engine starts
the car moves away
Sorry hands wave at me
my body is still
My face holds steady; a deathly glare of dementia
The car disappears
Realization slaps me dead in the face with its stone hard fingers.
Did that really just happen?
Am I truly all alone?
I look around.
NO people.
NO cars.
Just an endless stretch of highway
Epiphany strokes me with fire warm palms.
I'm alone!
I'm alone!
Sweet freedom!
Sweet, sticky, horrid freedom!
I hurl
I cough and spit wheeze
I wipe my mouth
the saccharine taste of bile still fresh.
I thirst.
I grab my camel back and take a small, deliberate swig.
I put on my backpack and stalk away from the speck of dust car.
I grimace.
I rummage through my never-ending pockets.
I count out five dollars and seventy five cents worth of change.
I grunt.
I hike up the dusty trail.
All ahead of me is sand and dust, sickness and deluging concepts of freedom.
I march on.
I feel the earth echo beneath me as each grain of sand separates.
With each trudging movement my feet slip backward.
With nowhere left to go and nothing left to do
I walk on
with my smile of freedom and my baggage of
Desertion
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 4:12 PM UTC
I love you always,
but when I see you
A flood of endless affection bursts forth,
Deluging my entire world.
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
***Poet, the soul of poetry
Every stirring within
Comes alive with words
Feelings flows like rapids
Cascading to greater depths
Restlessness of the poet’s heart
Makes an emphatic splash
Over rocky beds of the fall
Time and again they hurt
Yet, feelings won’t stop flowing
Creating more rapids
Sometimes deluging the poet’s soul
Poet, the soul of poetry
Muse will always come to the rescue
Poetry will always flow***
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Of terrible storms that broke through the town
Strangling, uprooting trees, slicing away
Homes, a gurgling pulsating fury of air and rain
That lasted four days. Unremitting,
It brought huge waves in its wake
From the tormented sea. All along the assaulted
Coast people choked and drowned,
Their corpses tipped
Onto beaches huddled between ravaged furniture
And drying plastic shopping bags,
Swollen limbs nibbled at by fish and *****
And scattered throughout the streets
Picked at by dogs,
A feast that set them up
For the coming cold weather. Fleeing birds
Squalling overhead in clamorous flocks, plucked
From the sky and shattered on rocks;
The cats had a field day until
Becoming engulfed too in marauding waves
Deluging the land. Foxes screamed from the hopeless
Shelter of water saturated dens;
Only jagged ruins remained,
Futile gestures to a once-only god.
Towns inland were wrecked by the hurricane bursts
And all fell silent as the storm
Fled like a Viking raider back into the sea, dragging its
Spoils.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Take my hand
And feel the pulse
Thumping in rhythm
My heart to yours
One, Two, Three
Like a silent waltz
My joy proliferates
At your caress
A race with no winner
Through my veins
Deluging my senses
With a zenith existence
Perfumes of you
Saturate my every thought
Stealing my focus
Like ice and fire
Stinging and warm
Like a promise of tomorrow
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
*there were endless baubled
babbles in her head,
yet, she spoke nary a word,
scribbled 'pon careful avenues
neath cautious sky cover,
her notions were
silver lined intended
amidst dandelion wishes,
but the waylaid winds
always whisked them away
as insignificant gray clouds
unquestionably appeared
beyond shadow's fair conditions,
whilst torrents smeared
a reigning scrawled disarray,
deluging what was left of
her frozen sunrise passages*
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
Another day has gone, night’s descended
Lingering thoughts have ebbed
Waves have left the shores of worries
Deluging the castles of sand
Washing away the pensive remnants
Along with it dreams of vainness
Carrying me along with the saline waters
Filling my lungs to the brim
Choking on the brine and spilling out anguish
Clawing on every grain of sand for support
Freely flowing out of my hands
Nothing seems to stay, which I want to hold to
Not finding my sinking feet to gain a hold
The night sky offers ray of hope
Fallen and defeated, fate washed away
Night sky showers me with the stars
Blinking far away, yet blanketing me
Another day’s gone and night descended
Under the canopy of night sky
I find my abode, away from glaring daylight
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
His love washes over me /
Pristinely /
Drenching me, deluging me /
In surging airborne streams /
A parcel of wind greets me /
& raises me to Him. /
In the Light of Dreams, of sweet reverie, /
There I find Him. /
Beside me he fulminates /
Making me adamantine, /
Diamonded /
Glistening resplendently. /
A place of concealment, a sanctuary, /
He drenches me in His Light, baptismal, /
Cascades me, /
In its torrential downpour. /
In stillness there is revelation, /
In stillness there is clarity, /
Though our hearts tremulous, may quake & tremble, /
He awakens us anew each morn. /
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 3:10 PM UTC
Why can’t anyone else hear the music?
The sound so alluring and entrancing.
It guides my every step in this melancholy world.
It spins around me and in me like the quiet kiss of a an Autumnal breeze.
The colors are sounds, every note a changing mood lifting my spirit with each new song.
Each new aria swelling and deluging my soul.
This feeling of devastating peace I cannot describe nor live without.
So why can’t you hear it?
Why can’t you feel it?
It’s so emphatic so intrusive and belligerent yet here I stand in the midst of this crescendoing chorus, ears ringing with this music but nobody dances.
And no amount of sonder can take this isolating feeling away.
This panging loneliness that cradles me.
Why am I the only one?
Why can’t you carry this sustaining chord along side me?
I though I saw you hear it once.
You blinked those dismal eyes at me and in them I saw you.
They sparkled and opened up with the wonder of a child.
Your head turned to the sound and your face softened to a visage I once knew.
But soon they we’re shut.
Clamped down and locked, choosing to be blind and deaf to the song.
Turning away in shame and anger.
Oh how ignorant you are, choosing to turn away from this beautiful epiphany that could set you free.
How could you choose this life of apathy and abhorrence?
Why do you turn your face from me?
Is my music not enough?
Here I’ll wait and dance.
Spinning slowly to the sounds of my spirit.
Singing along with my own song until the day you sing it with me.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
The dream is one of life’s great ironies
A word overfilled with the vaguest hopes
A word impalpable, of fantasies
And yet, the tangible within its scope
When nightmares leave us restless and afraid
Mother soothes her child with “it’s just a dream”
But when bold men dreamt of what they then made
Matrons held those thoughts with profound esteem
Each is urged to trace whimsy’s beaconed path
For boys and girls can be all they desire
Heed not reality, nor aftermath
Set reverie, each night, newly afire
I found this same paradox to apply
When I dreamt of you, my deluging love
Saw heaven in the depths of your brown eyes
But sleep’s hellish guile pained my heart thereof
You smiled at me and walked amid soft light
Under a glowing willow tree, we met
For hours, as friends who were once lovers might
We merged with warm embrace our silhouettes
I cried for joy to hold what seemed so real
Lost in you, I forgot of earthly time
And to have foregone breath might bear appeal
For, in that false world, you were truly mine
This sweet conceit is such a cruel scheme
For, when I wake, it’s always just a dream
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
From the epicenter of my heart
Love reverberates in concentric circles
Mild waves of feelings embrace you
Deluging your heart in eternal love
Feel my love nurturing your soul
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
Deluging emotions
Drunken By Words
Depicting the heart's state - In
Discomposed scribbles
Double Dutch those delineation-yet
Desirable to devour more.
Apr 9, 2024
Apr 9, 2024 at 5:32 AM UTC
Fat round raindrops fall
And flood the fetid street,
A warm, wet treat
For an island owned by heat.
A slippery deluge, a storm,
Lamai welcomes the warm
Caress of wet hot rain
And I am birthed into this land,
Into sun, colour, and sand.
Waters break,
A lake, deluging me
Willingly, I bathe
In amniotic rain
Reborn, in heat, and hope, and pain.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
I take a trip back to the past
All the while, seconds fly fast
Reversing nature's clock of causality
History distorts to become my reality
Nightmares of darkness cloud my wake
I rise and run for my life's sake
Anguish claws me with devilish ******
Life eluding me, my timeline loses ticks
But stepping though this terrible fate
The clock rewinds again at an incredible rate
Entering a new dream, I walk as I will
In this heavenly home, so preciously still
And in the distance, I see you and run
Towards you, I go to your glistening sun
Met with curious lights, I wince my eyes
And open them again to a resplendent prize
A picture of the past, the dear angel I miss
It overwhelms me with deluging bliss
I see you, you whom I have loved so
I've lost so much, why did you have to go?
An embrace is placed upon my soul
Laying to rest the price of my toll
With tender strokes, you weave my peace
My troubles are lost to time and cease
With gentle steps, you fade into the white
You tell me let go and I obey without a fight
I smile, taken home to the present where I belong
With a priceless silence where nothing is wrong
The memories pass and lavish my heart
A beautiful finale before my new start
Everything is okay for I can happily smile
Years can pass and they'll no longer be vile
The past that's plagued me is my future no more
My life is no longer lived with this timeworn war
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
*This is how you know when love is true.
When your senses are numb and yet it pains you so much still, like your lungs are being wring out of blood; like your spine is a tower of stacked-up bones, collapsing; and your words fail and your every desperate action is scarce and all you feel inside well up on your eyes, condensed in an oceanic, salty drop. When you are no one but a void, deluging tears; until your lap is a swamp of one part sorrow and ninety-nine parts nostalgia.*
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
I enjoy my amazing paradise!
It keeps my woes at bay
The soothing scent of coconut palms
With the summer breeze in sway
I enjoy the clear sunrise!
The heat of the Sun caress my face
It keeps the fears from my mind’s eternal way
With a scarcity of clouds to mask the gentle fray
I am delightful of the time of existence here!
The careless waves and transitional craves
What shall happen on the next day?
I dislike the sweeping monsoons
As they howl with gross disapproval
And the deluging rain that gouges down
Drenches the hungry quicksand in which I drown…
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC