Long Cartridges Poems

Raid versus woe

Black flag(s) show up
on social media platforms
when potential homicidal maniac(s)
communicate(s) intent to strike
with ambush and ready
read - able, eager, and willing
to embark upon murderous rampage.

Prospective killer armed to the teeth
usually a young bucking...

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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 dinner time hour, so the place was completely empty.

I ordered...

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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 gun
a bloody victory 
is eventually won

lacking conventionality
novel and picaresque
placing bad...

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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 star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault) 
  ...

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No wisdom more canny than the folksome pantun’s peasant proverbials
            Wake! Monde Malais! Wake and note no Sultan whirls as a Sufi
  ...

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Gun owners indiscriminately brandish
loaded firearms toward innocent victims,
and concomitantly excite
purported in accordance
with first amendment, relish
yet proliferation allowing
free ranging banshee dervish
sans weapons of mass destruction
(mainly innocent lives)
inures citizens to appear off fish
U.S., and self-important
becoming comfortably numb
at...

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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 of their splintered brain, 
where implanted, the voices 
of the...

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Paradise, the only word that can encapsulate the emotion felt while looking into her eyes. 
Her soft, gentle hands intertwined with mine; truly the epitome of glorious bliss. 
Her angelic poise beckons my awe, proving,...

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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 scented thoughts				

Holy Communion



*

Lyres are starting

Divinely are chanting

I feel so happy.



*

Pain...

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*Image of Tony Dow by News.
AUDIO
VIDEO of 500 Miles by Peter, Paul & Mary

Take Care Wally Cleaver

Wally: Watch the hair!
My faculties are under arrest!
I have been subpoenaed by a Board of Inquiry!
Namely, Mr. & Mrs....

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As the Bus with a sight, rumbled along,
Its weary cargo slumped, for the journey was long.
Babies in agony clung to wretched mothers
Oblivious they are without fathers,
Their only concern, to suck and be patted
By mothers who...

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Sometimes I can’t decide whether or not
these words are saving me,
or if I’m wasting my time -
circling around the same clogged drain. 
Damning myself with the filth of what I’m trying
so desperately to rid myself...

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It is a nice sunny day
in the eastern Riverina
It is a perfect day to go for a ride
on my klr 650
might go for a ride to
circumnavigate Hume weir
yep
sounds like a plan
so I am thinking about
dropping...

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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, slowly ringing.

Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds
on dark nights,...

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oh wow sir george claremdon on a horse. trit trot.

A ninety nine nonsensical length of a trumpet voicing face facing west and east is a coastal cavity of dimensional spaces. It appears that even if...

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Partial Paper
 -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 all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains...

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Shoes and clothes all on the floor;
Video game cartridges piled high from the ceiling to the door;
Music blaring no one's listening;
Cuz too old to hear the old the age you are open doors;

Won't you come...

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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 classic metal paperclips and 
pennies, produced  
five other picks,...

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The emotions that bubble up,
Fizzing from your finger tips,
staining the already worn carpet
as it licks its lips across the floor.
 
Passion doesn’t spit both ways.
 
Would it feel like dancing?
Eyes holding onto another
with hands discovering
new...

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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 is our guide
gold is your god
god we bring to you
god...

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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 ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely...

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Vigilante


He walked in the door
a little John Wayne
a little Jesus Christ 
six foot tall 
giant guns on his hips 
so emaciated you can count all his ribs. 

twelve bullets flew and 
twelve persons fell ...

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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 capture fox
Snow fell with cartridges as hunters froze in thought...

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The penultimate day of  2011 

Pale winter sky, green landscape and the far mountain
is dark blue…the air is so clear I can see white cottages
on the slopes where they have goats and make cheese.
There...

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THE TWELVE  DAYS  OF HAPPY HOLIDAYS


In days gone by when the wordld was much younger
Kids played football in the streets
And for celebration had very simple treats.
People had a more limited possessions-hunger.


Gifts were graceful...

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