Short Ambushes Poems

The Wind, Its So Alive, by Davieo David Rothchild

The Wind
It shoves
It dives
It screams
It cries
It Lies
It blasts
It laughs
It farts
It spooks
It ambushes
It roars
It fights
It dances
It Prances
It Rides
The Wind
Its so alive!

The Wind, Its So Alive, by Davieo David Rothchild...

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The smell of death
is and unforgettable smell.

It's acridness permeates
all things and 
lingers in one's mind forever.

It is a fetid stink that
brands itself onto your memory.

The bouquet of malodorous aromas
ambushes your brain,
forever leaving a horrific olfactory scar.

The Reaper's perfume travels quickly.
It waits for nothing.
It is only retarded
by the chilly air of the tomb....

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Why would a Lord's servant miserably die,
And his wife and children are left embroiled in lack?

Why would a toiler a beautiful mansion buy,
But a gun bearing loafer ambushes his head?

As I continue my gripes with life
Another question comes up:
Why should the industrious laborer seek heaven's favor
But all this he does in vain?

Why and why I ask
Until I discover that life is an empty husk!...

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The snowball’s soft petals strewn on the ground
Rain decimated the white flowering bushes,
Falling throughout the night without a sound
The snowball’s soft petals strewn on the ground.
Like fluffy cotton balls scattered all around
By the soft summer rain’s nightly ambushes,
The snowball’s soft petals strewn on the ground
Rain decimated the white flowering bushes.

Written July 24, 2021...

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Motionless the
leopard waits
only an odd flick of
his tail
giving away where he
hides


He is watching the
small dikdik
patiently he waits
as slowly
they come closer as
they graze


Coiled up ready to
spring
with a flurry of
speed
he ambushes his prey


A squeal and the
deed done
he carries off his
dinner
taking it high up
into the tree 

Stashing it between
forked branches
safe from hyenas and
lions
he eats at his
leisure...

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