Thumb crush caterpillar fuzz follicle woven wire bent
Pipe cleaner indetectibly clamps fluttery paper crepe
Tiny tear splinter injury etched on crinkled parchment
Puncture forms an institute to forthwith contemplate
Together classified as flower, louloudia beauty flaunt
Plumage lurid thrives beside finite petal flop contrast
Tactical iron hand velvet glove primes formal contort
Proclamations crafted after careful strategy prefaced
Ruffled rogue construct erects its garish occupation
Origami hegemony laughs at limp stemmed genuine
Traditional rotted rose heavy heads rely on hydration
Pointed silver skewer stamen expands phenomenon
Sixteenth February
- Pseudo Society -
THE ONE WHO TAUGHT US TO PROLIFERATE,
THE ONE WHO TAUGHT US TO RAMBLE,
THE ONE WHO SACRIFISED HER LIFE,
THE ONE WHO DIDN'T EAT ANYTHING WITHOUT ME,
IS NOW ALL ALONE..
Why? Why is she alone?
Why is she on her own?
CAN YOU TELL ME WHY YOU LEFT HER ALONE.
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
We dance, mutate and celebrate: another perfect host.
The old make easy prey, we watch them gasp
and slip away. And our kind are not averse
to the odd doctor or nurse, regardless of their ages.
But while the populace weeps and rages, the death
toll turns, a thousand pages .We catch the young
while on the run , target bathers soaking sun.
Here’s to a babe in its mother’s arms. He takes no solace
from our charms. We proliferate in lungs, leak bodily
juices, giving neither apology nor excuses. It’s strike,
strike and strike again. Attacking gaps in mask, gown
or gloves, we seize our chances.
The target’s cells weep blood, and slowly die.
Our deadly dancers sigh and shrivel, too. But that’s what
we were born to do. Others soon will take
our places, embracing all the creeds and races.
Decima Wraxall
See Trump Proliferate
Prefer to see Trump began to proliferate
Into wide open spaces and can hardly wait
And infinity soon do start to disappear
Even though Putin's horse thinks its *****
That Trump and he are close soul mates.
Jim Horn
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poets/top_100_poets_most_poems_all_time.aspx
In a big wide area as far as I can see,
you have large countless numbers of progeny.
In undisturbed fields, your numbers are plenty.
I even see some growing in pavement cracks in the city.
Those bright yellow blossoms that appear first
give way to white seedlings that are wind-dispersed.
As a successful species, your generations live on.
Will members of your clan please stay out of my lawn?