Mount Kilauea

Mount Kilauea

I’m predestined to dive in Mount Kilauea

Like a phoenix, revived in Mount Kilauea

Her hair sets aflame all creation and senses

Not by nature, derived from Mount Kilauea

Smirk of rouge virtue, dyed red like her tides

Vibrant lips were deprived in Mount Kilauea

An innocent touch leads to shifting Earth’s axis

Goose-bumps and want thrived in Mount Kilauea

Voice rings of bubbles, of alluring and swagger

Hula kahiko connived with Mount Kilauea

Her eyes feast upon and entreat for consumption

Fire dancers arrived in Mount Kilauea

Apocalypse Halkus

Inspired by my friend, Tre's Apocalypse Haiku for the end of the world (today at 6pm PST) I decided to write a few of my own...

At the End; Still, Indifference

The sky yields no sun

If angels announce judgment

I’ll still steep my tea

Eternal Suffering

Gray, tranquil wind breeze

Apocalypse looming near

More women’s tennis

Ending Suffering

Wicked weather looms

Come Devil, deliver me

End women’s tennis

Rapture’s Silver Lining

Intolerant squalls

Homophobes raptured away

Sun-kissed irony

Passing the Torch

With each second they stumble towards uncertainty

Boldly going, as if this is the way it should be

It feels like they’re almost ready for the journey

I can see the blossoms of their souls

And I am fearful and excited at the sight.


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…and Flow

…and Flow

I know it grows colder

If you would only hold me closer

Together we’ll survive this storm

We can hope to endure it as one

Darling when you smile

And take my hand; it’s easy for me to fly again

And I never want to feel another raindrop

If I can’t continue journeying with you

I know we grow older

I will offer you my shoulder

Together, we could bear the sky

We can hope to endure it as one

Darling when you laugh

And share a secret dream; it’s easy to be free

And I never want to taste another warm meal

If I cannot share everything with you.

(Note that this poem is an epilogue of my previous poem, Ebb and...   I tried to use the same voice as the first poem. I will most likely combine them after Napowrimo is over.)

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Tempest

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Tempest

Bitter wind chill howls

She packs her things in silence

Leaving him no air

Sleet batters windows and nerves

Her quiet exit deafens

Nothing so wrenching seems real

His senses rebel the scene

The sky is calm now

She’s taken the storm with her

He can’t see the sun.

Grimey

Grimey

I don’t have anything pretty to say

This isn’t pretty, flowery poetry

I want you, and not at all like,

Sweep you off your feet

And ride away on a magic carpet

Naw, fuck that

I want you in an ugly, selfish way

I hope you’re not fearful but

I need for you to really feel me

In that area of your spine

Where anticipation mingles with

A scarce hint of dread

And I will have you; all of you

For what I envision of your assets

There ain’t no kind of fairy tale for this

The hell with this, get on your knees

And swear undying loyalty to me

Your reward will be my indifference

To rhyme, reason, time, or season

I don’t need your respect

As long as I have your obedience

Don’t want your silence

But I demand your will

I swear by my right hand, you will be broken

I won’t seduce you

With any form of tenderness, but

You’ll yield to my force with a smile

And I’ll have my way

Not Quite Bedtime

Not Quite Bedtime

It’s not true that familiarity breeds contempt

When I kiss your face before bed, I contemplate

How much sleep is really needed to function

I’ll reserve the contempt for tomorrow’s alarm clock

It’s not true that passion fades with age

When I flirt with the blush on your lips, I falter

And lose myself within your mosaic

I invite you to smear yourself upon me