Categories:
grenades, cheer up, humor,
Form: Senryu
Grenades
"Grenades"
When Humpty fell off the wall
she stood over the mess
that bad egg left
like a marauding architect
she was holding two pistols
the smoking guns
of a life peripheral
stitched up surreal
where the heart
sits in the middle
like a key swinging
constant metronome
beat, click-click,
like time spent
running a risky
poetic kingdom
where music
like grenades
blew up and lifted
pretend leaves
departures
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Categories:
grenades, heart, muse,
Form: Narrative
Right When I Think We'Re Getting Better, We Implode
it's like
the petals
of flowers
are the pins
on grenades
i pick them
one
by
one
are we better
are we not
one
by
one
until they all
drop
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Categories:
grenades, anxiety, break up, flower,
Form: Free verse
Tossing Hand Grenades and Bullets
Off and on they signaled, always in rapid fire
casting munitions across my window blind
A garish platoon of aggressors engaged in war
all tossing hand grenades at my haggard mind
Their bullets were blinking in Morse code
flashing in rhythm with droning dissonant jazz
From their stronghold across the asphalt road
they nightly attacked in a tawdry scheme
No clouds as allies
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Categories:
grenades, angst, sleep,
Form: Rhyme
Grenades
Drop bombs on the ground to diminish the enemy;
Destroy your spirit,
Armies thousands of loved ones strong
Soldier on,
On our extraordinary Earth spills unnecessary blood,
Hearts, minds and bodies broken,
Children listen to the sound of sirens,
Knowing nothing else, seeing only hurt,
Reckless, totalitarian minds of power
Disgust my ears and eyes,
The simplicity in retreating
Is too much for them to handle,
From
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Categories:
grenades,
Form: Blank verse
Fishing With Grenades
Caravans sing my song
Despite my regressive chalk outline
Clouds wrestle mango dawn
Urging me to shed my fleshy brine
Wriggles I’ve undergone
This rustic harmonic snakes my spine
Lost beneath the city
Chasing those proud albino raccoons
Grins too vast for pity
My whole outfit has been clacking spoons
Watch my ant committee
As they spell out all my thought balloons
Motion presses with zeal
As the
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Categories:
grenades, imagination, satire, timeme,
Form: Light Verse