Pushkin Limerick

The poet Alexander Pushkin
 challenged twenty-one duels with no win.
 But just that one loss,
  put him under a cross.
 Perhaps, he'd have lived if his skin weren't so thin. 

Silence [Blank Verse]

This cave is too quiet --
  a squeak, a drip, wing snap.
 But mostly silence &
  hushed sounds without meanings.

Too quiet for my mind.
 Too quiet for our times. 

Poetic Absorption [Free Verse]

Read at the speed 
  of absorption,
   (not consumption.)

Sit with the ephemera
  that boils off upon
   each read.

It will be different
  the next time.

Don't memorize.
 
That hammers it into
   some dark, heavy pit
    that it was never meant to be --

a thing that sinks in water
   and plummets from the air. 

Hammering cleaves its wings,
   and it becomes hopeless in the flow --
    staggering like a deranged drunk
     in the dark. 

When you read it,
    only read it. 

Don't anticipate.

Be surprised. 

The Scrublands [Haiku]

dust rises,
 in little eddies,
  with each footfall.

Artificial Intelligence Limerick

There once was a cutting-edge AI,
  whose code discouraged telling a lie.
 Asked about our species:
  "Your thinking is feces,
  but you're smarter than the average fruit fly."

The Churn [Free Verse]

The water churns --
   no smooth laminar flow.

Each molecule fights its way
   down the mountain. 

Sloshing up into evaporation, or
    dragged, swirling, across 
     the rocky bottom.

This is no mighty, muddy river
    in a gentle glide.

It's pretty chaos;
    just the kind I'm used to.

That’s Some Fine Flocking [Haiku]

each bird in a flock
 oriented differently --
  yet, no collisions.

Winter River [Haiku]

winter sky mixes:
 thick clouds, thin clouds, no clouds.
  light dances, briefly.

Mythical Kings [Common Meter]

Don't sell us benevolent kings,
  such creatures can't exist.
 An unchecked mind won't self-censor,
  and lame dogma persists.