Robb A. Kopp Poet Verse

Postmortem Excommunication

Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime 
was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle

Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind
Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time

Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind 
Low attendance due to hassle

Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind


By Robb A. Kopp
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Doris Culverhouse August 23, 2010 at 1:22 PM don't like the wife?... put her in the crematoriom at death. spread her ashes over the septic tank...LOL

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 23, 2010 at 1:04 PM Luv this Robb... awesome comparisons.. u should enter this piece in Farah Chamma's contest Word Hurl.. this is great..luv..good luck... ciao..

Poet Destroyer A August 23, 2010 at 11:45 AM Good day Robb, nice to see a poem posted here today. Enjoyed, your strong way of showing words,..p.d.