Short Blackish Poems

I stretched back my neck;
Three blackish bogus faeces
Remains adamant....

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Halloween
blackish, villainous
haunting, frightening, chilling
jack-o-lanterns, treats, gifts, christmas lights
rejoicing, lightening, wrapping
cheerful, enjoyable
Christmas
...

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the sparkling green trees 										                             
alight within blackish swathes                                                                                               
milky horizon...

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monolith wrapped
with blackish aura
now old lion has
lost it's strength 
wiggles under the
iron gossamer
sometimes yelps
yawns and sighs 
waiting in labyrinth
for macabre end




For P.D'S contest...

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amidst the thunder and the thuds
of boilers and blocks panting evermore
in a halcyon sea, the territorial gulls
shriek their high-pitched sadness as they soar.

and all throughout the gray outline
the groaning of the waves are heard,
as steel slices through the blackish brine
and lonely hearts are stirred....

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days of sunny glad me up
before I  fall in gloomy cups
of blackish brew

instead my eyes 
drink the light
nectar
elixir
beverage balm
for weary now 
for glassy sight

days of sunny had no sting
of gone by youth
a parting thing

days of sunny bade me sing



* For Michele Nold-Godleske's e.e. cummings contest...

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sun's big sparkling eyes
                                earthly body gets high warm
                                      trees and all helpless 

                                      big open blue mouth 
                               blackish tongues' dazzling kisses 
                                       liquid love falls on...

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Three snails are together,
On the barren sidewalk.
One is oozing a blackish goo,
Unmoving, seemingly injured.
The other two nudge and prod it,
Trying to get it to move.
But, it will not,
It cannot.
Still the other two try,
To help the wounded snail.
If creatures such as these,
Can seemingly show concern for each other,
Why can’t we?...

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Like a beast with hungry greed
I am kissing her bare feet
On the bottom of the Deep,
Night has come, but we won’t sleep.
Blackish skies don’t want to spread
Shining stars above my head,
I have come with vicious goal
And you drink my fallen soul.
Drink it through your little sips,
Let me taste the sin of lips,
Day will not excuse my deed,
But I’m kissing her bare feet....

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CHILLY CHI
© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
29 October, 2014




                     Chilly chi had a blackish pearl she named it Winglow
                       One night she saw a piggie followed by her beau
                                    Chilly chi spilled the thunder
                                      Cut her pearl-bag asunder
               Could not cast pearl before swine because she broke her toe...

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Somber grey,true dismay
Abstruse plight,day is night
Assailants might,no armistice
           Goth
Abatoirs full of disgorge
A world depraved,a blackish haze
Ignominous calamity
            Goth
Fathomless,the abyss
Callosity,the damned to be
Feinous atrocities
             Goth
Evil adulation,whole affectation
Amoral fixation,mind controlled nations
Robotic existence,lost in decadence
             Goth...

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( A Definition )



Having a small European resembling a brown back.



Having hammy old-world songs related to a large ‘NO!’



Having no American thrust; (the upper part).



An olivatious, blackish, whitish, streaked glommed throat.



Chiefly dull; (the under parts). Drippy-



Dull as water, Round seed,



Edible nuts.



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  deviantART R.W. © 04/18/01...

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I see a blackish V
held so high,
but where's the other twenty-five?
I hear the buzzing B
as I sigh...
Yet another letter surprise!

In the woods you'll hear J
alluring,
in the midst of spring right on Q!
I toss this world away,
creating
Alphanature from A to U.

I long to harpoon love
on wild C's,
drinking sailor's T; distant stars.
Finding beauty out of
little things
is just the way we poets R!



For Kim Morrison's Wordplay Contest....

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Greyish mornings skies with tints of pink 
Are signs that soon, the sun will wink 
And fill the clouds a reddish hue 
below the skies of colors blue 

Blackish clouds near afternoon 
Are signs that rain, will pour down soon 
And bring to us some mid-day showers
To wet our beds of garden flowers 

The evening skies all full in glow 
Are signs that God, was here to show
That life is beautiful and to all take part 
His precious gifts to warmth our heart...

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