Poems put together for a coastal theme

.

Poems put together for a coastal theme for an under-5-minute set.

.

Let Us Giggle THEN Cry

By

Ross E F Lombardi

.

Quick question for our audience,

What is Wet, Salty, Foamy,

And stinks when stagnant still.

.

An entire Scape of Urine type thing…

Salty, foamy, furious sea,

“Us” The People –

Refuse to bend a knee

To Neptune's Wee.

.

Humans are smug, yappy pups

Despoiling the coast with our doggy droppings,

Trying to mark our tiny territory,

-And ‘Out-Alpha-Dog’ - The dragon, dire wolf, ocean.

.

Salty foaming furious sea,

“We” the idiot ‘childer’ assume ownership,

That we can command,

Poseidon’s pee

.

From the perspective of moon pooling, - tide pulling, - millennia

Every building we have made.

Every part of human history,

Every ounce of our self-importance…

Is just a silly sand-castle on the shore.

.

We are nothing of consequence,

Our tangible disrespect –

A reflection on a moving wave,

Our arrogance fleeting,

Then our species is gone.

.

.

Saltburn Sunset

By

Ross Lombardi

.

Who smudged pink paint across the sky?

Above the scab that is the land.

Where factory towers loom high,

Where the sea licks the sand.

How long must the sun bleed its light?

Squeezed between clouds of grey.

An awe-inspiring, Beautiful sight,

When the night meets the day.

Nature or God used his palette knife here,

In uneven steaks of pink

The sky and sea are similar shades of grey

Boring, predictable.

Then there is that slash across the canvas,

A cut, A wound, A sunset.

Happens again each birth and death of day.

Painted, born.

Burns, lives.

Bleeds, dies.

And slowly fades away.

.

.

SALT WALL BURNING.

By

Ross E F Lombardi

.

On this wall.

This wall of Salburn,

Of this town of Salburn-by-the-Sea.

On this wall.

Where the woman who once loved me,

Once waited,

Once waited here for me.

In this damned wall,

This wall of pain.

This Salty Burn by an acidic memory Sea.

My imagination haunts me.

As she now holds another man,

Another man in her arms.

A man who is not me.

My self-flagellating, cruel mind will,

Rip my heart and soul.

Tears - a tear from eye.

A constant gut-repeated punch,

That will not let be.

For I know.

No one now,

Will ever mourn,

Or ever wait again,

Wait again for me.

.

.

On A Cliff…

By

Ross E F Lombardi

.

The Ocean is Angry

Stare into the midnight storm

Face stings Frozen

Darkest void Screaming Rage - Roar – Howl!

Above yet defiant.

Dying in Dissent

Terror and Me.

.