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Hitch Cocks the Revolver - Ziket

horror-filmmaker's mind dreams

   ~ audience screams 



                August 12, 2020
    2-LINE POEM - ziket Poetry Contest
             Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Categories: revolver, cry, film, horror,
Form: Free verse

Revolver

churning milk
makes butter

spinning wet
clothes dries

them and as 
the world turns 

it makes my
night and my

day

Categories: revolver, muse,
Form: I do not know?

Revolver

When she heard the sirens and the cop pulled 
Her over she remained more calm than expected
It was nearly 3am and once again she is reminded 
Of her busted tail light. The cop asked her for
License and registration, she eagerly acquiesced.
He walks back to his car and she puts an earlier traffic
Ticket she received in

Categories: revolver, mystery,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Pistol Or Revolver

Pistol or Revolver Horn Haiku

A pistol or revolver
Is not a problem solver
Never meant to be.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Categories: revolver, analogy, anxiety,
Form: Haiku

The Revolver

With a desk, a cluttered room
Through cracks in shutters I catch the moon
Whirl my tangible face once around the threshold
(Maybe my focus can be found).
What is this I grapple with?
Desire? Or hope?
Perhaps the thought that imprisoned I might choke,
That the dust I lick from a crevice or a floored shirt
Might poison this feeble mind beyond

Categories: revolver, age, courage, desire, fear,
Form: Blank verse

The Revolver

Scene 1:

There once was a man
filled with joy
a wife, a home
and a cute infant boy

Everything was grand
with twins on the way.
A spontaneous dog
who liked to play.

One day in the spring
He'd receive a call.
It was about his family.
the phone would suddenly fall.

Scene 2:

The car came out of nowhere
smashing head on the passenger side
Killing the infant son

Categories: revolver, loss, , cute,
Form: Free verse

Revolver

Return the innocence you took,

afraid, we were, to even look,

so paranoid of being mocked,

revolver in your hand half-cocked.


Without a compass, lost at sea,

destruction was our destiny,

time and time, left alone,

with just the scent of your cologne.

Categories: revolver, childhood, daughter, death, mother,
Form: Rhyme

This Loaded Revolver

This loaded revolver
Looks so good next to your head
You wear it so well
Did anyone ever tell you
That you should be a model?
This metal barrel suits you
It goes well with your skin tone
And I swear your eyes just got brighter
You are my gun’s favorite accessory

Categories: revolver, death, funny, life,
Form: I do not know?