the peenits
long
long peewee
i go peepee
from ma weewee
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dear Frank Michael,
it's me (golden freddy reference)
Freddy Mitch.
I make poems n' shi,
but i seem to have lost the sauce
the special sauce
i spilet it on the carpet
stain
the stains cover the floor.
i feel rong.
not Freddy, but Frank.
me was funne. but no mor
me wez genus peomist
but now me iz dumdum.
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no mar rymes
no da times
herb on floor, thymes
hiker on moutnain climbs
lot ov rimes.
me funneh, me think
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child abuse tags.
Pain abates. A silent love zigzags
through his bullet wound. He is an
Indian mercenary fighting for the
Allies. He was born with a rusted
iron spoon in his mouth. Hunger
made him a soldier. He’s fit, fights
again for the alien cause. Her eyes
trigger his heart. For the first time,
he longs for an armistice. He seeks
for her in the surgical spirit smelling
reverie. A roaring war craft brings
him back from that French nurse.
A dumdum bullet pierces his chest
just before Germany signs! Streets
roar in rapture. Flags flutter above
the neglected agony. The stillborn
love is coffined. A war win is a
celebration over a variety wounds.
Lest We Forget Poetry Competition (Auckland War Memorial Museum) winning poem.
First published in The Literary Hatchet (Pear Tree Press, US).
Shut up! Go to Hell! Damn it!
Yes, swears were coming from the dining room, and they were not pretty.
I knew as soon as I heard them, whose voice it was.
I rolled my eyes. Whose idea was it to have Sam watch Dum Dum?
Yes, my husband's fifteen-year-old nephew had been keeping an eye on the parrot while we were on vacation.
He and my husband were doubled over with laughter next to the cage.
My husband had tears in his eyes from the levity.
It’s the first time I had seen my husband laugh like this in a long time.
It was so good for him!
I turn my head, so if they would peek out, they would not know that I had been just as sneakily been peeking in.
We all know I am the enforcer, and they obviously do not want to be caught.
Tonight when the Bible Study Group gets here, Dum Dum's cage will be secure in the basement, however.
I'm not the one named DumDum.
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