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Black Powder

With trembling hands I tap tap down the fine black powder into the round compartment anticipation of the power the explosive energy makes my pulse race beads of sweat on my lip and brow as I listen to the mechanical whirring and clicking nerves raw eyes bloodshot the smell of the black powder thrills me with the knowing that the world is mine for the taking I smile and wait for another shot of espresso 11/14/2018 Black Powder Poetry Contest Sponsor: Anthony Slausen

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Andrew Fairchild

Date: 11/30/2018 3:05:00 PM

I am a very visual person, so I saw a civil war scene, and laughed aloud at the ending. Very creative!

P.S. Awtry
Date: 11/30/2018 3:35:00 PM

Thank you. It was a fun one to write :)

Wren Rushing

Date: 11/17/2018 7:10:00 AM

This poem is a great example of why we need coffee control in this country. P.S. great twist at the end. Good luck in the contest! Enjoy your weekend.

P.S. Awtry
Date: 11/17/2018 7:29:00 AM

Thank you, Wren :)

Heidi Sands

Date: 11/15/2018 3:10:00 PM

What a surprise! Well written :)

P.S. Awtry
Date: 11/15/2018 3:19:00 PM

Thank you Heidi :)

Wendy Watson

Date: 11/15/2018 1:22:00 PM

I had just finished reading a George Orwell novel whose protagonist is power-driven and then your ominous dealings with black powder came along! Such an unexpected harmless climax! So clever,P.S!

P.S. Awtry
Date: 11/15/2018 1:36:00 PM

Oh my! We are living in Orwellian days! How timely! So glad you liked it :)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 11/15/2018 11:47:00 AM

I thought "what are you writing about?" then I remembered what I had not thought of when I was trying to picture all the black powders I know. Wow! Sweet!

P.S. Awtry
Date: 11/15/2018 11:58:00 AM

It was fun to write. Thank you for your visit and comments :)