There was an odd boy of Slovakia
who often suffered from hypoxia.
He liked to hold raves,
but lived in the caves,
and so sucked the smokiest air in Slovakia
Limerick of Slovakia
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Category Archives: Poetry
POEM: Unsuspecting: or, Lucretia’s Plight
He sits outside and tells the tale,
but never lets her know
the story features future her,
and hopes for a hero.
She’ll play the lover and the mother
made wise too late to fly —
a mark with many a booster
but not one true ally.
She’s too naïve, too laidback, and
under-classed to wrestle —
a jungle lamb who, thus, becomes
the bled and the vessel.
They’ll quibble over right and wrong
as she lays in the way,
and will conclude evil was done
too late in her last day.
And sitting on an upturned crate
she would never suspect
that a listener would become
this yarn’s shattered object.
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POEM: Song on the Wind
hope is a song on the wind
that never makes an echo
it climbs to where the air is thin
that’s where it lets the song go
it rains to earth in tonks and tinks
no melody you’d recognize
no note longer than a blink
a song lost in the skies
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POEM: Carved Columns [Bergerette]
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the columns stand crooked but strong,
hewn with scenes – right & wrong –
by gods and monsters long forgotten —
some loving & some rotten —
each dancing into its swan song
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Floral Haiku
I
bougainvillea
wall of many colors
flames in sunlight
II
carpenter bee
submerges in a flower,
falling to earth
III
frangipani
blossom sits on sidewalk
courting glances
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POEM: Synesthesia
cool patterns radiate off the back wall
sunshine screams through the transom
i cringe at the taste of red #4,
but don’t know whether it’s red’s stench
or the bitterness of the number four
across Asia, “4” is an unlucky number —
the number of death —
but for some it tastes like citrus peel
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POEM: Doppelganger Oak
A lonely oak sits on a grassy knoll.
I know its shapely nature from my mind.
I’ve seen it when I go to take a stroll,
but could see it even if I were blind.
The doppelganger grows within my brain.
It’s ever ready to join in the refrain.
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Limerick of Singapore
There was a young man from Singapore
who worked at the docks as a stevedore.
It was a good income,
’til he spit out his gum,
and the cops came knocking at his door.
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Three Lost Mind Haiku
I
lost in thought —
a bird chitters nearby,
or did it?
II
tripping on a root,
falling awake, landing,
what happened?
III
Kingfisher
sits on a bobbing limb
just watching
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POEM: Wounded Beasts and Where They Find You [Prose Poem]
The bleeding beast crawls into the tall grass. It shakes those shafts of tall grass, but the erratic waggle is lost in the wind shimmy.
The wounded creature seeks its hiding place like a manic kid chooses one during hide-n-go-seek. It’s not so much about never being found as it is about achieving maximum impact upon one’s reveal.
The kid wants to cause a gasp — maybe a dot where his victim peed himself, a tiny bit.
The beast wants the hunter’s knees to buckle, dropping him to the ground where he’ll try to butt-scoot away, either having dropped his rifle or holding it with such strained white-knuckle intensity that it’s of no use.
That way the beast can use its final burst of strength to lunge onto the hunter, using its bodyweight to pin him to the ground, so it can work him over like a fighter who’s got his opponent on the ropes.
I’ve been told that Cape Buffalo is the worst beast to have to follow into the elephant grass. Its bovine nature belies the savagery of its Death throes. It will not stop until either: it’s physically unable to move; or, there is no solid material left of the hunter’s body (whichever comes first.)
For those of us who never go beyond following uninjured bunnies into knee-high grass, it’s impossible to know what it’s like to track a wounded animal into the tall grass.
