Slam Prose Poems

The candle is consumed. Darkness reigns.
The heavy hailstorm hits the windows,
and the wind weeps and creaks through the shutters.
When the doors slam, 
a fugitive flash...

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These prices are outrageous! I yell, leaving the store.
I cannot slam the door on my way out, but I want to.
Where are the groceries? My...

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Pooch - Fable

My tail still wags
though slow o'er time
both eyes sink low
equal ears that droop

A grunt is heard
a bowl-filled treats
later a door opens
a dying day's...

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Pink tulip roses covering the landscape in unprecedented beauty
Leading the night dwellers down a primrose path to dissipate fear
The army waits inside the empty castle,...

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I awoke to a clashing and clanging coming from my kitchen; in the hallway, I did stumble upon a frying pan.  A cautious peek...

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Just a view on the inner critic. Every time I read what I wrote I see a different angle. This person never even opened their...

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Dotard Trumpery used to disgust the "ery" excrescence ending his surname,
for apocope he approached Megan Trump and poached her maiden name,
to which Joshua Trump, her...

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The words “watermelon gum” and “stifling heat” shouldn’t be synonymous with the sentiments that ripped me to shreds during the month of July--and although all...

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They call my style old boring art 
But please tell me what they know about me? 
When I say “slam” everybody looks at me and...

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I looked at my watch and it was quarter to three.
you were on your back where you wanted to be,
I had to wake you from...

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Dear Awakening Poet

	Do not fall into the trap of succumbing to “Modern” as a type of  poetry.  Write as if the ink would...

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If you try to tell me that I’m just being a drama queen, the silent screams that suffocate my thoughts might just escape from my...

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Apparently, we’re living in a women’s world. Yes, we’re way better off than we were fifty years ago, but that doesn’t mean that sexism is...

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I'm sitting here alone,

watching the sun rise,

life of leisure is my favorite song,

it's also showing the shine-

Waiting inside of a long day,

scrollin' the folly-

like a...

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When I was younger so much younger than today, I used to go to lots of poetry events. There was something called Red Sky that...

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