Short Delta Poems
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The Zombies of COVID-19
Are screaming they want a vaccine
Now is too late
To change your fate
But stick around for Halloween!
Mint juleps in the sweet air
Catfish are jumping everywhere and
The Mississippi River is flowing
Fireflies serenading in the moonlight
upon horizon
crimson clouds hearlding the -
coming of new dawn
Is all art connected,
the pain to set free
Blood flowing convergent,
to the delta unseen
All feelings communal,
the sharing divine
A grand celebration
—changing water to wine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)
Endless miles on mean streets
A patrol that never seems complete
People whom you will see
Who will never be who they wanted to be
And children running around
Late at night no parents found
Too many drinks or too many drugs
Just drive by them with another shrug.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Angels call and demons fall
love is seen over the wall
Unattainable yet in reach
Cant give up there is no rest
Trying, crying till my death
to touch, to taste
But I cant forget
So how can I forgive
The live I was forced to live
I crawl back down
Hide in my hole
Forget the stars that touch my eyes
And lie with the demons who died
When Angels called
Horn man,
Blues man,
Play and sing as soon as you can
My soul's been trying
And my lil' heart's been crying
My woman's been lying
And my nosey neighbors been prying
Horn man,
Blues man,
Play and sing as soon as you can
My pockets ain't got no money
And my love ain't got no honey
My eyes and nose real runny
It's been cloudy, real cloudy so HELP ME, please
play for me, Sonny
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MUCH ALPHA
DELTA OMICRON
ABOUT NOTHING
AN ACCOUNT
OF
SOME REMARKABLE APPLICATIONS
OF
ELECTRIC FLUID
TO THE USEFUL ARTS
BY
OTIS TRENCH
WITH
A VINDICATION OF HIS CLAIMS
PRODUCED BY ZOLTAN GOLIATH
DESIGNED BY LYDIA FOX
SERVICED BY MAGDALENA’S DEN OF SIN
BADSEEDPRESS
© 2022 M. KALAVIK
Noon, we’re marching on our fields
Inwards, our river brings forth her blessings
Grin, while you’re mining off our seas
Explore, don’t wash the sediments off our shores
Reflect, while you smile to repay our deeds
Don’t dim the sunny side of our land
Endangered, but our sons strive with pains
Lost, but we found the light to illuminate our paths
That we may perchance find the magic wand
Against the enemies of our souls and spirits