Short Bolting Poems

Cinderella was a starry-eyed lass
Dancing at the ball in shoes made of glass
While bolting for the doors
She encountered waxed floors
And unfortunately fell on her A$$!



For: SKAT*
SHOES contest...

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The Flash

The running legs bolting electricity of his body
His friends back in star labs
Make sure he keeps running
Gets faster and faster and faster
Stopping bad guys while staying in his personal life...

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An effect without a cause	
A bolting into being
Is anathema to reason	
A delirium or dream 

Proximate – and ultimate
Phenomena exclaim
There is one rule inviolate -
Determinism reigns

The implication staggers -
Our will constrained, unfree
Yet if this be so
How can reason be?...

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On the door of every Jewish home
   is a sort of 'good-luck charm'
Containing certain verses Biblical
   to keep all who come and go from harm

Some kiss it on the way out or in
   to deter themselves from acts of sin
Such as bolting their front door to guard
   'gainst ragged beggars others bar...

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Running through the forest,
Fleeing from the wolves,
Needing you…
Needing you.

Chasing the morning light,
Bolting from the night,
Wanting you… 
Wanting you.

Escaping the darkness,
Tired eyes shine bright,
Seeing you… 
Seeing you.

Falling within your arms;
Guarded from all harm,
Loving you… 
Loving you....

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Frances exits the bistro.
Her napkin falling
onto the tablecloth,
it flutters down in slow motion;
a snow-goose onto a red desert.

‘Not a good way to break-up Frances,
not cool’.

On the pavement, high-heels clacking.
Frances running,
the backs of her heels bleed, 
tendons bolting her onward.

On hind legs
a restaurant chair tries to follow. 
A thunderclap
as the napkin lands....

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From the sky I drop like two flies
Whirring, swirling in the air so high
Blazing like crystals I come in fire
Rolling like thunder, bolting so dire

From the top you see me fall
Dwindling over you like wishing spirals on hold
Exploding before your eyes, blasting like winter snow
Feeding, fading in diminishing colors
Down the ground I stick and dry
Above your feet, I smell and sit like candlestick...

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Though it has been five and twelve years
and you are both now tucked safely deep
in the unfathomed depths of sub-conscious
At times you still invade troubled dreams

Oozing cold sweat; wrestling unseen demons
Jolting half awake and bolting upright
(No-no-no-why-where have you gone)
I find it placed conveniently at arm's length

A trembling, fumbling hand reaches out 
to grab hold and blow away memory…...

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She exits the Chinese Restaurant,
scattering all in her hurry,
her napkin falling,
it flutters down in slow motion;
a snow-goose hovering over a red cloth.

'Not a good way to break-up Frances,
not cool'.

On the pavement, high-heels clacking,
Frances running, her calves straining,
tendons bolting her onward.

On its fore-legs, her toppling chair
seems to want to follow –

a thunderclap
as the napkin lands....

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DARKER   SHADES.



Have you known some darker shades
Ever bitter vested in hand held grief
Like bolting of steed in fast uplands
Onslaught of undines in yelped streams.

Ancient roads kept in disturbed sleep
Under dripping afternoons of grey storm
There banishment of hope and despair
An adjustment in some vespered norm.

To make physical pain less lonely
A loneliness like sceptred face of time
A fresh start in some polluted airs
To purify festered strains of the mind....

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