Short Aftershock Poems

twister’s twisted touch 
aftershock in aftermath ~
in eerie silence 

April 2, 2023...

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This story could be poppycock
Heard cocks fight a lot in Bangkok
At first hearing this
Took an emotional fit
Cruelty is evident imagine the aftershock...

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Tireless nights
Draped menacingly in
Blankets of black
While stars guide the way
And moons glisten softly
The aftershock of a feeling
Leads only to rocky roads
Lifted up by our hands
To hide those words
And walk away from that
Hope in skylines...

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ROCK
I am expecting to receive tons of rock
You are the earthquake that come without an aftershock
The clouds fly toward the paradise of block
Why don't you tell me that you are the future to re-dock
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando September 29, 2016...

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Bodies strewn through my mind
Images lurk in closed lids
Dare I shutter the soul’s windows again?
Silent screams send shock waves
That ripple through my body.
Eyes strain for a faint glimmer.
Heavy hands pull at my lashes
Forcing me to face the horror.
Merciful darkness closes in.
A blank mind and nothing more....

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THE MEMORY OF YOUR BODY
AGAINST ME
IN THE NIGHT
I TREMBLE
WITH DESIRE
THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE
SENDS SHIVERS
DOWN MY SPINE
YOUR LOVE FLOWS
THROUGH MY VEINS
PULSATING
EAGER TO REACH
THE HEART OF ME
IN THE SILENCE
I AM REFRESHED
BY THE THOUGHT OF YOU
I HAVE FOUND MY PLACE
HERE
IN THE SHELTER
OF YOU.
2001...

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Little earthen quakes
Rumblings of the soul

Missives made of letters
Placed in ordered rows

Tales of ancient ruins
Never told before –

Little earthen quakes
Restless on the page

Telling little tales
Giving it away –

Aftershock upheavals
Pain, that trembles, grows

For the pen that wrote them 
Little did it know

Little earthen tremors
Never letting go –...

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The depraved man has been dispatched
But he leaves behind his spawn
And some of the dreadful plans he hatched.
The evil still lives on.
Our heros stand tall night and day
In protection of the The USA. 

By: Joyce Johnson 9/9/11

For Constance LaFrance contest  "Six Lines of Poetry, Please"


Constance did not think it worth even an hm.

Of course this was right after he had been killed.  Maybe the impact not so strong now....

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Anyone seen the Laptop?
“No” answered surprised wife
“Nope” replied my boy
“Power cord is gone!”
Along with young daughters toys.
Around one and three PM
Yesterday
Yellow townhouse rest alone
Vigilant unwelcome stranger,
Silent visit
Name unknown.
Rape like feeling
Aftershock
Internal rage bleeding,
Impotent clot.
Rejoice fearless coward
Empty handed soul
Sell our memories
Pack your bags
Prepare next visit,
Down to Devils hole!...

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people throw stones in incomplete workshops
they oftentimes destroy the center of the foundation before it has a chance to grow
noses become storks' beaks and smirks become suspect
the sunshine becomes enamored with the furies amongst the clouds
though beautifully melodic as they sound, i can smell the soup bubbling in the pot
alphabet pasta becomes acidic aftershock
when the words are created without the proper form of thought, 
the structure of the workshops will surely crumble...

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A tremendous ground shaking,                                                                                                                                        That awakens my soul from sleeping.                                                                                                                Approaching to stop the system of my breathing.                                                                                             Finally, quake swiftly paused from swaying....

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