Best Cartridges Poems

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 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion...

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Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under moldy soil, red moon overhead
lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead
No bands playing, no sweet angels singing
only ghostly echoes,...

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For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.

You...

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I live in a family
who can't keep an umbrella
a flashlight
flour
superglue
post its
ink cartridges
ice cubes
ice cream cones

who can't find
checkbooks
gift cards
phone cords
appt reminders

who never has
extra cash
maps
penny rolls 
the...

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I was running some errands and stopped into the little waterfront restaurant for a late lunch.  It was kind of that in-between lunch and...

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we come in peace
we are rent to pieces
pieces of beads we offer
pieces of soul we barter
barter is fine with us
barter your beads for our gold
gold...

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"The Forgotten Legion of Rose Thorns"



Reversing roll calls
the Anti-Hero 
jumps through 
burning hoops
instinctively

bathed in the magnum glow
designed to fire cartridges
with a kick like a field...

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PANAGIOTA CHRISTOPOULOU-ZALONI

Poetess, novelist, essayist, painter, 

Editor of literary magazine KELAINO

e-mail: tzina@otenet.gr 

Address: Zaloggou 16, 13231 Petroupoli-Athens-Greece



 



Haiku in English

of Mrs Panagiota Christopoulou-Zaloni



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Poem and love

With...

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"Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place" 

when darkness came
the remaining, 
those beautiful 
transingularity 
neo-automatons, 
imbued with dark matters 
running through the wired 
dendrites...

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I was cleaning my room tonight  
and came across a guitar pick,
one of your used.
		
A further search 
among broken staple cartridges,
multi-colored plastic coated 
and...

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Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck, 
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck 
heston (now a shooting...

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No wisdom more canny than the folksome pantun’s peasant proverbials
            Wake! Monde Malais! Wake...

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Every autumn in the Chaos Mountains
the wind blows through the tall grass
& the rain stalls, fitful in its sublimity.
It is not a season for speaking....

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Dots From A Box

Black dots reside inside a black box on table top
Blue dots are housed in pens as ink, in old cartridges or wells
At...

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Snowflakes Escape

At the crack of dawn shots rang out
Ducks scattered at the sound
Obscenities quacked back from every beak
Hunters were not there for them

They came to...

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