Short Cloisters Poems
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Mike The Monk had a habit,
He liked to eat fresh oysters.
He'd buy a dozen to take away,
And swallow them in the cloisters.
Many bright lights toil at night,
keeping company with ghosts.
Days waste like lightning striking
or as unbroken green lamps.
But in cloisters of darkness,
Promethean mind rains fires --
illuming the slumbered world.
A Florida man who died eating oysters
Would have been better served by those from the cloisters.
It seems that these shuckers were tainted with drugs,
And also with infamous warm-water bugs.
If you want to down them, that’s fine, that’s just swell,
But I’ll take a pass from the snot on a shell.
Poised with authority and practiced in posture;
The priest in rehearsed prayer preached.
Hands clasped in deep thought
The whore was still with bowed head.
The congregation were aware; save one in prayer.
Women glanced at their husbands,
Men folk looked up at cloisters.
And God blessed the peaceful and tranquil.
Form:
out of the mundane
an awe bit insane
fairy as it glows
twinkle little toes
yawning breadth then gone
before the rathe dawn
through empty cloisters
unseen wings hush whirs
it flutter back a tease
like an obscure bee
a blur in the blue
glowing day it flew
their fair face round
bare all that surround
in the garden ground
curious glance it took
their glittering look
among ivy's deepest nook
10/29/2019
November Twinkle Fairy Poetry Contest
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