Short Buckshot Poems
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time frosted the eyes
put buckshot to his voice box
they still came in flocks
the stage grows smaller
into yesterday they walk
hearts become fluted
stains and paints a deer
after distressing the wood -
husband’s a hunter
her encounter with the wild
finds a buckshot in deer’s chest
Miss Wild
With child
Not wed
To Ted
Dad mad
You cad!
Loads gun
Says, son
Wed her
You cur
If not
Buckshot
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
From The Train Going Home
As we roar over and by
the oaks are as still
as the snow they surround
Only the swans
on the pond
are moving
Then from an oak
a buckshot of crow
cawing and leaving
Donal Mahoney
Winter Sleet
2/23/2022
Miracle Man
Buckshot pellets from the sky,
many thinking I’m the bulls-eye.
Frigid cold they sting my skin,
should I be out, or have stayed in.
Could be enjoying a burning log,
but I’m here feeding a poor stray dog.
I’ll get her inside where its warm,
It appears her bees soon will swarm.
Brave man
buckshot
rear rump
hot lead
stings red
pants drop
sees blood
Fainted!
3/30/15 contest sponsored by: Judy Konos 'Your Footle Poem'
T Reams 1st Place
The wind blows in through the palms from the East Sea.
The turtle doves and humming birds scatter like buckshot
As the cows approach.
In the rafters above, a hundred mice and their charges,
too small to be seen, scurry away
From the waking bats.
Outside a man with a white stick preaches about injustice
And how the world is wrong. Me?
I’m just glad to be here, waiting for your perfume.
Jack got up at two
O'
clock.
felt his breath - stopped.
legs buried
a foot within
a sock without;
he had gone about
all day and fought
the spray of bullets meant
for a dashing hare
instead a father
with wisping hair
sour breath
and fragile heir
had kicked a load
of cold buckshot
into the leg his
bod had birthed
novel and lurid cause for his tacit mirth.
Form:
My biggest challenge of my life
occurred in 1998 a year of strife,
routine mammography displayed a buckshot
spray of calcification which displayed a lot
of cancer within its maudlin picture show,
removal of my right breast proved to be a torturous blow.
It turned out to be a Trans-flap operation in which
a surgeon did a miraclous and incredible switch,
I ended up wearing part of my stomach as a new chest.
February 28, 2017. 73 words.
Everyone has a favorite pond.
Where they come to place garnish upon...
Some bring koi and water lilies.
Singing stones- the scent of mint.
Wading birds dressed in paradise.
Cattails waltzing with the wind.
Envy arrives at your pond.
With treble hooks and buckshot eyes.
Turning tranquility into graves.
Plastic bags dancing in the shade.
Serenity forever pocked, a fifth of envy clanging off the rocks.
As a vague gray scans the quiet-quiet frons.
Based on Frosty The Snowman
Freddy the mailman is just out on parole
He did the crime and served his time
For all that mail he stole
Now Freddy is back as Christmas bells chime
Freddy the mailman is now a con man people say
He charms the ladies with words sweet as honey
Deceiving them in every way
Before he steals their money
But there must have been some buckshot in
The gun old Sally had
For when he tried to steal her loot
She blasted him, the cad