Spirits Of Saturn
...The avalanche crashed an ax from nimbus peaks
these shrouds a pall a maul splitting my shield
this smur slurs my weakened war paint
my skin my beat my breath my breast
gray matter clouds —...
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Categories:
barnstormer, angst, beauty, conflict, freedom,
Form: Free verse
The Dashing Barnstormer
...Over the horizon is heard the sputtering engine of an unusual bird.
Trailing a billowing plume of smoke, it looked so pathetically absurd!
Coming into view was an old Curtiss Jenny of World War One...
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Categories:
barnstormer, childhood, funny, war, world,
Form: Rhyme
Final Thoughts
...While strolling through the graveyard the other day, I was drawn,
To a host of stones with creative and pithy epitaphs etched thereon!
Such flowing poetic verse is deemed worthy of recording for po...
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Categories:
barnstormer, funny,
Form: Rhyme