Minor Poems - Poems about Minor

Clubbing seal cubs portends a rage for mass murder. The tail wags the dog and the offended march away to slaughter strangers. Generation after generation, year after year, small holocausts erupt at the strike of a matchstick. Meanwhile bloody footprints reshape a landscape. ...

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Withered fingers Cannot play anymore; I drown in nuanced shades of blue, Not seeing, in my plight, My strings, wound tight, Suspending me Like a puppet, Tethered to life. I in my tattered clothes, Blue like sorrow, Torn like the heart that hopes, Unable to keep out the cold Or cover the secrets I hold— I am the man who mopes, ...

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Amongst the crowd, there were little jesters recently elected to their posts! Recording and uploading posts to their social audience was a key to their political demise! How ignorant and stupid must people be to place their job into the box of the ghost! Careers often change with new skills and knowledge; they are not meant to be...

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Under soothing minor key, soft and slow, The Sound of Silence bares my heart’s despairs, Hallelujah’s the fourth, the fifth strike low, Schindler’s List sadness drowns my soul in tears. The magic mood of music moves within - Threnody trophy goes to violin. ...

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Wait beyond the earth is doomed. Sun grew hungry, thus consumed. Further wait until time tires. Watch as all motion expires. Unstitch all that has been sewn. Witness that which can't be known. Mould a shape that's yet unseen. Remake all that has not been. ...

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"From the River to the Sea 'Palestine' will be free" Freely articulated ~ Seven million Jews eviscerated...

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Send your kid aged 4 to 11 for air travel alone under the Air France unaccompanied minor policy, and for 12-17 its optional....

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"major minor" my fingers got no feelings they're just really reeling with the rhythm that maybe is or isn't this this that that they say swings or is it just one of those Django things...

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mind unspooling easing my way into the garden to prune the over eager feeling well in a loosely-strung way excitable dog threads my legs I am centered balanced dog now barking chasing squirrels dog kicking up flustered clusters of sparrows doors slam neighbors yell dog pissing on the roses strategic withdrawal dead heads still un-dead wind whip's-up a spiky shudder gin and ice snatched from the fridge running for cover...

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from behind a window that leads to my balcony I observe the sunbird retire to its beautiful and cozy nest a gentle, elixirous breeze seductive and enchanting beseeches that I step outside to admire a lustrous full moon it’s a temptation I decline for how can I be so callous to cause a tremor in the heart of my guest who’s about to sleep such are...

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Using the simple to state the sublime Syllables shortened —magic refined (Dreamsleep: March, 2023)...

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dark matter groovin' anti climatica drill midnight rain ether...

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Has minor become major as blood is to be found on my head, my hands, my feet? Has major become minor as I discover the blood is not mine but shed from above, from another? Has minor become major as I feel chastised, having to witness another's suffering, though not my own? Has major become minor as my happy heart ticks like a clock that clicks...

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A cat runs across the road, then a rabbit, then a deer. I look left, a barn is airborne, it flies away in slow motion, boards silently flapping. We have a deductible of $500, you say. A gull rolls over the hood, sea-legs scrambling over smooth metal. The car is rocking. “Did you turn off the coffee-maker?” We are just talking; our minds already rowing ashore somewhere....

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I The railway is long gone In the 1960s, Apartheid ethnic townships were grown Where I sit now, is one - "Coloured" Newtown - But raping of nature as culture, as steamship-pasts When transported folk (colonial) found new castes Around the globe - nation, race, faith - when the sun Never set on that Empire called England's Burden Is what I deal...

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