Short Blitzed Poems
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The air is chaos,
a whirlwind of dark serrated fragments
that lash out
like sand scrunched into my eyes.
Was I wrong?
Were you wrong?
Does it even matter?
"Sorry" falls
like a paper bag
blitzed in the air.
Unyielding, in an otherwise
Unfeeling wintry day.
Meek smilers, head-scarfed. Blizzard- blitzed.
Shine sweet greetings my way.
More of that iced swiping blows up;
Briefly skews the vision:
Two little chubby bullfinches
Perched their low branch upon.
God blitzed Sodom & Gomorrah
Including fauna & flora
Putin says, "Me, too!
I am just like you
Blasting that Box of Pandora!"
n.b. after blowing up their home
and family, Russian troops
tell survivors that they have
been liberated from the Nazis!
Tottenham had no spine today
Often blitzed, without apparent apparel
Maybe too many stogie's behind the training shed
Figures of lampoon
How they fail
in the April of decline
Captain said the performance
was not good enough
The Cockerel has relented to Play
There's no vitality going forward
and the back four, butter by default
R-ound of vodka shots
A-lters the peace of mind;
N-ever get drunk nor blitzed,
D-o not make
Y-ak from wine.
E-vil deed shall reign,
S-topping you from slumber;
P-ray instead for the Holy Spirit,
I-n fourth morn October.
R-ound of liquor shots
I-s causing too much heat;
T-rouble shall happen
U-nder the brandy's spirit.
Writing is like a runaway wagon...
I start with a destination in mind,
suddenly, thoughts topside take charge.
As my piece is posted, I withdraw the reins.
What I wrote is misinterpreted at will
by a reader who takes off on his own.
And the upshot is: mission blitzed -
my little-read wagon is side-swiped.
written: April 10, 2019
I use to be a two fisted drinker,
always getting myself totally blitzed.
Now I'm just a social drinker.
Three drinks and that's it,
because the hangovers I'd experience would linger on for days,
leaving me in a very deep depressed state
and who in their right mind would want to feel that way?
Certainly not me. Good bye hangover days.
Lusty two hearts
in the crimsoning tranquil eve
The lulling gentle breeze
coupled their juicy lips.
Playing with their tongues
that sweetened the taste
Was blitzed deeply
untill they imbibed their sensuality.
Spur with the slurp
and fastening warm aroma of their breaths
choired with their dewed jucicy lips
Excrement drunk like intimated beverage.
blitzed blackened skies
hail of bullets ricochet ~
crimson fills trenches
screams of the fallen
reverberate through scorched earth ~
laid waste to ruin
dog tags dot stained sand
identities reduced to ~
scraps of twisted tin
empty caskets draped
in red, white, and blue blankets ~
return to home shores
heroes are buried
a day for remembrance born ~
respect for the slain
She seemed blitzed on happiness, weird to us
For she had just lost her husband, old man Gus
A smile split her face in a strange joyful way
He never had a chance, she told us, he never had a say
Doctor put her on antidepressants, her mother would explain
Before she got these pills, she was one huge pain.
Is this better? I asked, not understanding at all.
Oh, yes, she already axed up the dresser down the hall.