Fear Choka Poems

music to kids ears
Pete carried on with his flute
without parental consent

his larynx engaged
as his footprints leave their clues
there would be scars over soot

townsfolk grab pitchforks
multilingual...

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see how bored we are;
we enter trance, to pass time,
conjuring ego.

ego leads us to
a dance of fear and desire,
we feel as real.

somewhere in the mists,
we...

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Centuries ago

In ancient Hermopolis

A debate roared loud

Between a proud Christian priest

And a strange shepherd

Who was a Manichaean

Wearing ragged clothes

And who was looking for sheep

“Flames will...

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Dress De Flor
 
Red Gladiolus
is the flower of August,
fashion fabulous.
A dressmakers dream?
Spaghetti stringed halter top,
and blouson waistline
Made of real flowers?
Fabrics wired to flare-up,
then crimped and...

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her expectations
did not tally to the scene
ill placed trust in words
free fall imminent
why does she remain so still
she must save herself
but the fall goes on
she...

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Path of emptiness,
creates space within our heart,
soon suffused by bliss.

What does this entail,
we may ask curiously,
fearing the unknown.

We’re told we are soul
and not this organic...

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Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of...

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Dipped my umbrella
Full of your vows and my fears
I skipped across the laketop
Dipped, rinsed them both out,
Had to decide if ‘I do’
I ran off from...

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* GUN *
Some evil world,With evil hearts,
Pour the blood without guts,
What the world are we live in,
Is this what we named peace,
Evilness to be preached,
Lives...

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I faced my fear and
Stared it down; much easier
To do in dreams than awake.
When it came to me
In wakefulness, I battled
For ten years but, I...

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bird's fear
like me
can't fly...

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for i am but a dry desert, 
hungry for rainfall in august-
renown for what i am not, 
steering away from naked noise
is what i wish...

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Specters of the night,
Come in the shadows to creep
Across my walls, hovering
In empty black air;
How they terrorize my nights;
Expanding, contracting spooks…
Shape shifting ghouls who,
Contort as...

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The thorn of a rose
Sharply reached into my life
From my brain, down to my toes

I could only feel
The pain instead of beauty
All the worries became...

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Teacher's droning on,
about something I should know
monotone voices go on,
raised volumes attack.
So few respect my quiet
those that do are rare.
My quiet has a reason,
for those...

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