Best Bombardment Poems

Big and bold, bombarded with color,
there is an explosion like no other,
bright and frisky,
dull and deluded,
grey and murky not included.

Reds and pinks,
purples and blues,
go great in blocks of twos or threes,
I must fall to my knees,
to try escape the smoke and breeze....

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silver swords strike
red mountain
exposing the night

flash bang x-rays
bombarding my soul
rattling windows

tin roof deluge 
staccato 
gushing down my heart
cleansing the gutters

spring shower
desert gold 
invigorating my spirit
renewing cactus flowers

fragrant fresh morning
tender breath from above
gentle sun warming 


red blossom dripping
sweet nectar of heavenly love 
wee hummer sipping...

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bombardment 
strikes 
self-esteem
down lowing it
to the floor 
trying to resist 
all to familiar 
urge to sink 
into a hole
trying to not
allow the
gray clouds 
torrential
downpour to 
fill the 
hole with 
water
trying to stop
myself from 
drowning within 
a sea of doubt...

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verbal bombardment 
words thrown 
like stones
hitting the 
heart like 
a bullets
striking the soul
leaving behind 
an emotional 
hole...

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Indiscriminate bombardment will flow 
with endless pigmented possibilities;
A cross of Penelope pop-socks and indigo;

Abstruse, the two primary colors;
It must be that brush of butterfly effect 
the wild one pulled from under the covers;

Intangible to all but the one who strokes
the canvas with bubbling neon flames;
A smeared showpiece each drop stokes;

Quilted texture of poodle-prairie red 
dances...

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