Short Atticus Poems

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Droopy day blooms

Always feather the curfew
Of bitten lip

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For Rupi


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Premium Member Atticus Finch

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                                  High
                                    moral
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("To Kill A Mockingbird")
Form: Epigram

Premium Member Atticus

There’s no one as funny as Atticus
To go fishing he wrote out a syllabus
He outlined his day
Made a magnificent play
Yet caught with his squid more octopus

©  Sep 27 2010      Charles Henderson
Placed 7th in Carolyn Devenshire's "Sea Tale Limerick" contest
Form: Limerick

autumn

much the dew clinging to grass
dawn’s breath on the clover
diamond’s without gruff

sparking the wind chimes
in the autumn’s glades
as the sun begins to climb

a familiar face to see
a hello
a new day to live
as you take the first day walk
smooth and bitter
in autumn


Collaboration with Atticus Abbey
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Eternity

coined by night with closing of eyes
shadows fall with a hush of silence
and weightless gravity incognito
of the dark fading to indigo
bleeding into the sheets
of the quiet abyss
dissolving into nocturnal dreams
the dreams of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
chewing eternity in the mouth.
felt always bitter and sweet
oh so sweet.

Collaboration with Atticus Abey
art


Jem To Kill a Mockingbird

No, sir Atticus
I am not leaving
I am not like a beaver, who runs and hides
In the sight of danger
Who am I, you may ask
A boy who is older, and so much bolder
I will stick by your side Atticus
Sitting in that court room
Everything came to me in a rush
And boom
He is crushed
Why Dad, can they do that
I’m so mad
Now I see how people treat people
Dog eat dog around here
I can’t bear it
Form:

Scout To Kill a Mockingbird

Dresses, bows, make-up, this is who
I am not, don’t put me
In a dress
I’ll give you an insight of my life, I have a neighbor who
We call Boo
My brother Jem, who is older
Believes he is bolder
Atticus we call him, never dad
He never says we couldn’t, but I don’t want him to get mad
There is a boy name Dill
He comes every summer, to his aunts
He can be a bit of a pill
Together we act like mice
Sneaking around
But a price
We have to pay
To see another day
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