"mudslides" poems
"When you encounter a mountain lion, be vocal; however, speak calmly and do not use high pitched tones or high pitch screams"--California Dept. of Fish and Wildlife
Be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams
when a mountain lion appears on your path.
Remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
If the path goes down to a flooded stream,
and bodies float by--
stay calm; avoid high pitched tones and screams.
When you go to the store and there’s no milk or cream,
as the cows are sickened from a poisoned well,
remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
If the wildfire turns your hot tub to steam,
as you run down the street to your neighbor’s car
be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams.
When the weather goes to another extreme,
and mudslides cover another town,
remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
When the fisherman catches no salmon nor bream,
and there’s no more coffee, nor chocolate ice cream,
be vocal, but avoid high pitched tones and screams.
Remind yourself that it’s not a dream.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
Coffee
Heath
Bar
Crunch
Will sabotage those taste buds,
Like Dublin and its Mudslides.
So blast off with that,
Fossil Fuel,
And don’t let me
Catch you.
‘Cause I’ll keep you,
My Maple Blondie.
I’ll capture you,
And hold onto,
Those Cinnamon Buns.
You’re the Crème Brulee,
Of Chocolate Macadamia,
And the Cherry Garcia,
In my every breath.
You’re the Chunky Monkey,
To this Chubby Hubby;
The Dulce Delish,
for this Americone Dream.
Can’t you see I’ve just got,
A sweet tooth for you,
And your Phish Food?
Your Chocolate hair,
Key Lime Pie eyes,
Strawberry Cheesecake lips,
And your skin is a delight,
Much like Vanilla Caramel Fudge.
Did Ben and Jerry create you?
Please tell me they did!
So I can eat you,
With my cup of Boston Cream Pie,
And I’d eat you all up, Well,
Everything but the…
Half Baked, Karmel Sutra,
Which I’d lick,
Like a cone of Cake Batter,
And then dip into,
Like Cookies and Milk.
Imagine Whirled Peace,
On top of this Mudpie,
And then Split,
Like a Banana.
That’s the kind of Brownie Batter,
I’d stir with you,
And then add a scoop,
Or two,
Of Turtle Soup.
And you would yell,
PISTACHIO PISTACHIO!
Where for art thou pistachio?
And with a bowl of Peach Cobbler,
And a spoon of Vanilla,
I’d look at you,
wink,
and offer you a pint,
of my Mint Chocolate Chunk.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
***** is the only language I know
Burning brightens anguish that grows
Like the blinding light the sun shows
A star providing life
While simultaneously burning me
As I dream of turning free
Floating here I sail a sea
Of words that hurt
And kick up dirt
Of actions that keep stacking
Of factions that keep attacking
Of agency that I'm lacking
To change any of these things
Or the sorrow they bring
The sun's assault through trees
Scorches the dirt off of me
In a world on fire
Incinerators are the cleanest places
In a hateful empire
Interpreters are unwelcome faces
And we continue to count the paces
Until we master mudslides
And we continue to erase the traces
Of our humanity under dirt
We live in this sandstorm
Brought by man's scorn
We attempt to grow corn
But the dusty fields remain barren
When the sun that used to activate photosynthesis
Now burns all the young seeds to a crisp
The seeds are now manufactured
As people wait for the rapture
Unable to see salvation starts here on Earth
And it starts with us cleaning up dirt
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
I believe in you, yes I do
I believe in Mountain Dew
I can’t quite say how or why
I can’t quite do it or I’ll die
You want me here but I can’t stay
I know for a fact I’m a really good lay
Take your drink to the other room
Or else my ego will spell your doom
Go **** around with your new guy friend
I’m no longer going to race or contend
I’m drunk right now, as you can see
So please be nice when I cease to be
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
And because canyons
sever the earth
as tremors widen the divide
Go ahead, pick a side.
I'll stand to the north
where headwinds blow
as mustangs run wild
And you'll scamper to the south
when hurricanes begin to collide
As earth cycles and days turn to night
an eternity passes, plain in sight
Mudslides will fill the valley
and make things once more new
but until that time comes
I'll wait right here for you
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 7:51 PM UTC
Hidden stigmatas fall from your heaven
Solidly landing as a pathway to your righteousness
Running from your broken land
Broken lamp
To provide you with silver thread no more
Centuries of torment squeal under burnt rubber
And mudslides turn to avalanches
Room for the becoming
Pens leak ink over new white blouses
Draped over chairs like makeshift tents
Next to fireplaces to read
Seclusion from enormous intruders like yourself
Dusty pills litter the night table
Subtle reminders of doom once left
Left to chance
Echoing clacks as ***** scatter everywhere
Across the green felt next to the portrait
Covered by the heavy burgundy velvet drape
Whose eyes are blind to your savage beauty
You put the bell in the jar and cried out lonesome
Too many times before
You tried to pick some mushrooms
But it’s harder than you thought.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 4:00 PM UTC
The world is raw
And reeling
You are kneeling
On the cold side of the
Road pulling grass out of her
Downy fur feeling the still-
warm blood soak into the
Knees of your skirt and
You are feeling the hurt of
Intestines that are
Not your own Ropy, Uncoiling,
Stretched like homecoming banners yet
Homeless in the dirt
Your lips are bitten
Raw in the fury of the heartache
And your head is
Reeling drunk and there are mudslides
Rolling from your eyes taking your mascara,
Motherhood with them
And pooling at the bottom of your chin
Dissipating in drips
Her blue eyes rest like
Heavy-lidded sea glass and you
Remember a time when they rolled
Like waves full of new worlds
And you choke on the past
And you choke on her fur
You feel the crush of a
Starched and polished night
Falling fast
And you choke on the headlights as they pass
On down the highway
And you fall asleep holding her hoping
Your body will be enough to bless and
Keep her warm Hoping that your
Breath will be infectious as a cold
Until jarring hands pull you out of
Highway grass and flashing lights
Drive you back down the road
And you lay her body in the yard
On a red blanket
Soft fleece like blood and loose guts
You're alone now and you lay your body in the
Seeds, the pool of blanket
And you fall asleep holding her Whispering
Pleasedon'tbedeadPleasedon'tbedeadPleasedon'tbedead
Like a stuck record
God writes "No." inside your swollen eyelids
With a ( . ) it's final
Pause for breath
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
A woman’s sin
Can cause earthquakes,
Mudslides and hurricanes
Woman is subservient
To these tornados,
Tsunamis and storms
It’s in her nature
For chaos to reign
Trying so hard to be good
Fighting what’s innate
Woman is a *****
A Madonna
A crying mother
Shifting like a chameleon
Woman yearns to be filled
Woman clings to despair
That unravels like a favorite worn shirt
Woman has devil in her genes
But is powerless to change
Fighting a losing battle
Woman needs attention,
Unbreakable pact of trust
Cause man is not tied nor bound by
Monthly bleeding, ovulation
Man destroys pain with reason
Man’s undivided mind leaves
No room for guilt
Man is ego in the moment
Yearning to stay hungry
Man grieves until the moment disappears
Loving the anonymous body
Lacking the ability to understand the mind
Man wants to expose what needs hiding
Man treks the land but fears the sound
Of acorns falling on a roof
Man recognizes there’s more to Eden
Than the garden
Man seeks to tame nature
But regeneration and rebirth rule
An only woman can assist this
As our toes spread out like tree roots
And ghosts sway in the branches
We’re reminded by the deer, the fox, the raven-
Chaos reigns
And nature blooms as it corrupts
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 12:38 AM UTC
I’ve been burned
by fires of men
who got carried away
throwing words and
sentiments around
like arrows,
piercing feelings
deep like flesh.
I have cried
rivers running
into waterfalls
creating black
mascara mudslides
rolling down
these full cheeks,
feeble attempts
to extinguish
the blaze. But
it won’t go out.
it smolders on,
embers glowing
dangerously bright
and beautiful
and too hot to touch.
and I am left with that:
a lingering reminder
too hot to touch,
too much to take.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 1:59 PM UTC
The window is up;
sounds of rain crinkle in,
like the static in the voice
of a faraway caller.
My cats are perched,
one grey, one tabby,
listening with me, as
we stare at miniature
mudslides glaze gener-
-ations of ants, probably
clinging onto strands of
grass; waiting to become
the past.
I think of success and
what it means to me.
I look in my wallet and
count one-two-three;
one reason to like the rain;
two reasons to embrace strife;
three reasons to consume pain;
enough zeroes to choose a life
not smothered in mud, not one
where I cling onto the grass.
I dream of a dream where
my dollar bills can last.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 3:40 PM UTC
Today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
The people and things that cause trouble in life
Must have decided to call it quits and stay home
No earthquakes or tornado's to speak of
No mudslides or fires to ravage the land
All the people who bring us the bad news
Stood around just scratching their heads
Not a person was murdered or robbed
No kidnapping or spousal abuse
Nothing much exciting to speak of
That we've grown to expect in our news
No bombs in the Middle East went off
No politicians were caught in a lie
No Hollywood Star said something stupid
No one famous or not even died
Yes today was a slow day on the news wire
Nothing at all going on
Which has the rest of us wondering
If this is the calm before the storm
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
my parents drove, and took me away
from school
my mother bore heavy words on her chest,
weighing her down with every wheezing breath she took.
my step-father had something a little vacant in his eye,
barely there but i noticed.
they sat me down and spoke
small, soft, strong words to me
and then
*your
grandfather
has
cancer*
i sat still, unmoving,
"if it spreads to his lungs, he will have two more
months
to live."
slipping, slipping like mudslides in a rainy season,
air in my throat was stagnant
bones
weren't holding my body properly, what was happening to my
skeletal system?
dripping like
cold rain.
then, i crashed.
speeding, so fast down a freeway,
sliding down the highway,
slippery ice under
and here was the crash.
wet anger tore into my mothers shoulders
as i clenched them
i
screamed
*why do such horrible things
happen to such
kind people*
and my mother said
i dont know
with tears of her
own.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC
Mama Kamuma dances the old dance steps
She dances the dance of the ancestor gods
and beneath her the Earth's drum beat
a rumble of mountains and rocks
the force of rivers, mudslides, and avalanches
Kamuma dances the Earth Mother dance
Kamuma dances the Earth alive
1997
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC
*Mull over the the words you let sneak out.
Discard the contents of your pockets.
Undress.
Stand clothed in your “slip ups” and “mudslides” and “losses of self”
since Heaven and Hell only take souls.
It’s your armor.
Firm,
relentless,
stubborn.
Oh, father.
Does it hurt?
Does my weight bring you down?
You made me your armor and now I can’t protect you.
I fell so far from your tree.
Time is the enemy.
The apple, descending in slow motion,
tears into the ground,
shredding earth,
with no deadline.*
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
I was going to end it at one poem,
that one sentence (i swear)
but something about your hands tonight were magical
i've never wanted someones contact so constantly
just skin on skin, eyes on ******* eyes
just let me see you
and feel you
be around you
know you exist
you ******* know i exist.
-
human connection is more important than tornadoes
than earthquakes
than tsunamis and mudslides
human connection makes dying worth a wait
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
and just like that
it all came back
but it didn't hurt-
I was smiling, in fact
naivety
wishes and dreams
longing and lust
blind faith and trust
nature bleeding colors
incredible warmth
and still that
warmth of another
sent shivers
in sorts
though troubled
mind hardened
though heart
now near stone
sometimes I smile
when I am alone
it all sometimes
floods
avalanches
fall
mudslides &
quicksand
perilous waters
& all
just like that it
comes back
sometimes
I'm alone
but now I'm more
grounded
than I've ever known
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:16 AM UTC
"Everything we're selling, they're buying it!
Pay-per-view, on demand, God **** they're buying it!
They want more? Hell, we're supplying it!
Ounce by ounce they're spoon-fed ****
Eating it up, little they know,
It's all a Punch and Judy show!
With the man behind pulling the strings
Making his puppets all dance and sing-
What's that? Almost time?
Let me get my smile aligned!
**** the prompt, **** recording,
We'll do it live!
In 5
4
3
2...
Welcome again to the Daily News!
Boy, do we have some stories for you!
Growing crime rates and substance use,
SJWs, protests, and persecuted youths,
Government scandals and political abuse,
Just stay tuned, WE'VE got the TRUTH!
(We're here to bring the fear to you! )
They're at it again, terror overseas-
Stop! Wait! Don't eat that cheese!
Unless it's government supplied
It's full of diseases!
There's a recall on free range that does as it pleases.
Now, back to the war! And it's growing death toll
In those Middle East countries we've sought to control-
Did I say 'control?' I meant liberate!
We share our Dream and conglomerate,
Then they share their oil, ain't it great!?
And now, Tom with the Weather!"
"Today's forecast is hellfire rain,
Earthquakes, floods, a Cat. V hurricane!
You -could- go out if you don't mind the pain!
It's a good choice to stay in.
Between mudslides, fires, and UV rays,
You'd be better off watching us the rest of the day!"
"Thanks Tom! More things up next!
Upcoming brutality and civil unrest!
Just lean back, stay right in your chair;
Whatever you do, don't move from there!
Never know what you'll miss,
Your life's at stake!
We'll tell you how-
After this quick commercial break."
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
When I was alive,
I had seen many things through life.
I saw the cover page beauty of this world
with its soft thorns to the touching skin
but inside a rotten flower that blossomed
poison and toxic to the human souls,
souls that became casualties
of its mesmerizing rose petals, yet who numbed
their hearts and minds to others,
except gravitating towards their own
self indulgence and desires
as none cared but just passed by me
without a gaze at my painful eyes.
When I was alive,
I lived with broken hearts
and broken homes, among
dysfunctional families and
lost and bitter friends, none
which saw me dying from the inside
now, standing here mourning their
last farewells or their lifetime regrets.
These strangers are the walking dead
whose dry tears and mopping are
eroding my forever home like mudslides
they even got the nerves arguing about
my gravestone size, how it should be big or small
as I am trying to lay peacefully under the ground
I still hear the sound of their pitting cries, yet
I took my last air and gave my last laughter because
soon I will even be forgotten by all.
Stop crying and beating yourselves up
for it's pointless now,
pouring your dry tears like summer rains
do you know why you're crying?
is it for me or yourselves?
is this true farewell or your lifetime regrets?
you saw me in pains, but you never lent a
ticking second from your lives,
therefore, save your dry tears
because your souls won't be saved,
your regrets won't be washed away
over my dead body.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
the tiredness in my bones
at times is almost overwhelming
it feels existential
lodged deeply somewhere at my core
that center of my life
wherever it is
seems to gain distance
step by step
from the world’s busy-ness
makes me consider things
like from above
and at the same time
narrows down my vision
to my basic needs
what do I care about
the hungry dead in Africa
the Asian victims of typhoons and floods and mudslides
or who becomes chancellor or president etc.
I focus on myself
mulling the question
whether I have a mission in my life
whether there is a destiny
that needs to be fulfilled
or fate to be resigned to
or if it’s better to catch each day
as if it were my last
experience life to the brim
as long as possible
and die in the midst of it
at times
I wonder & ponder
yet shy back
from any definite conclusion
hesitant to fall into a groove
that lead me
to a too predictable
end
* * *
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
I hear the rumble
Clouds and electricity ride across the sky
The very storm that brought the mudslides
Is the very storm that will loosen the dirt
Not even the sand can silence the storm
Buried under filth and wrapped in root
Forgotten like a ruin and fossilized
Ive slept for seven years
I heard your voice travel through the earth
I am ready to claw my way out
With mud under my nails
With God in my finger tips
One hand reaches further in
To feel the rain seep through soil
I never dug a grave, but I never moved
I am a city
Hidden by time and harsh winds
Breaking ground in a field of white, dressed in black
Gray light fills my mouth and eyes
My first sight is your face formed in the clouds
Resurrected in a water birth
I am forgiven with rain
There is a void in the earth
Not a grave, but a womb
Head first, I scream to the sky
My chest and lungs are free
My hips escape as the holes cave in
I catch my first breath in a wet choke
The very storm that brought the mudslides
Is the very storm that will loosen the earth
Thank you
Thank you for this
This is mine
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
We are nothing without love
Ships lost at sea without their sails
With life's bitter storms soon too come
We need love above all else
We are nothing without love
Too steep the hill too hard the climb
Too late to grasp what is to come
As we succumb to life's mudslides
We are nothing without love
An empty train on a dead-end track
At the end without reverse
With no way to make it back
We are nothing without love
An unmade bed with no rest
Those that are left, toss and turn
With only dreams of love instead
We are nothing without love
Abandoned buildings, emptiness
Demolition soon to come
We are nothing without love
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
A good woman
stood by my side
for some time.
And she still
will be with me,
circulating through my veins.
I found her after a storm,
back in the isles
of scorching sun
and rain that purified the air
and created mudslides.
In the puddles of water,
her feet stood,
adored by earth,
by wind,
by glory.
I hope I did not leave you
when I went away, my love,
because you taught me tenderness.
Your kisses live in my heart,
and if I die today,
I know I will be buried
with this great love
you brought me.
I don’t wait for you anymore.
I’ve learned to enjoy
my own company.
Because when loneliness knocks
and wants you to change,
you sit and contemplate
under a starry sky.
And my love,
is it night.
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
Who are you and why?
And why do you like to pry?
Your way into those helpless and vulnerable.
Remember those rolling hills we once stood above, now mudslides of regret and lost hope for what once was.
You’re a wreck.
But now I am too.. all special thanks to you.
They say opposites attract, but then again, I guess that was never actually fact.
I’m a soft rubber ball that bounces away from the bad, and you’re a sharp pin pricking those who come close and it’s sad.
Those gentle souls you desecrated out of your own will to manipulate.
May they be in the back of your mind always, to torture you while you contemplate.
I hope some day regret washes over you, as your ego dies and you become whole again, new.
Then, maybe you’d be incapable of inflicting pain on those who hoped to love you, and finally stop causing chaos and spread love in lieu.
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC