Short Flanks Poems
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The truth is always in the middle
guarded on both flanks
It might stun so much should it escape
we might as well give thanks
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Mine's bigger than yours
I shout louder and longer
Jump-in interuptus
deterent be damned
I'm gonna have my say.
Mutual self-destruction
is on the cards.
Attrition balition,
siege swarming,
your flanks are weak.
You're not listening, are you?
Life is but a dream, while rowing down the stream
Better to flow along in life’s mystery, some call it destiny
The present is a gift, if you catch my drift
Watch your flanks, as life & death are your banks
‘Cause your reserves are vested in your life preserve’s
Romantic feelings
If I were a horse
with an unsure bloodline
If you, on a summer’s day
when the field was green
stroked my flanks, gave me
a slice of bread
I would love you more than
The beautiful nurse
Who helped me with my socks
When I could not bend down
Karma lapped me
for the eighth time
[possibly nine]
slapped me on the
shady side of life...
Left jagged streaks of black and blue
up and down the flanks of my false pride.
I thought I was playing in a sandbox, but in fact, it was the heart of God...
Time has turned into ticking scars.
Eastwards Westwards
we know the direction
Playing tricks with the mind
We thought we knew the best
Down Convents Hill
the stone Angels sing
Desertion is not even an option
open the flanks
play your banjo
In evening we have everything to gain
in the holy calm
the marble passages
past our golden days
A Knight of no renown was he
who rode a black and heavy steed;
He wore death's steel at his side
and sought the devil's where they hide!
The war-horse knew his master well,
with flanks like wings, they'd run through Hell;
They crushed their foes in bloody ground,
and sealed the fate of a Knight renown!
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped
I wish I were a river
How beautiful I would be
With a flowing mane of green water cress
To wave so eloquently
To lie upon my back all day
And feel the winds pass by
To see them stirring in the trees
As it billows through the rye
Glorious is the river
As I sit beside its flanks
Oh, what a perfect picture
This regal river makes
Frag. Order:
Advance to contact with the enemy.
Pin him with fire, then probe his flanks.
Hold one platoon in reserve to exploit success,
Or to cover a withdrawal if necessary.
After Action Report:
Half a league, half a league, half a league nowhere…
Sustained heavy casualties …
Intelligence reports…
Dear John, I’m sorry, but…
One, two, three
He starts it off
A phalanx of bells starts
Rings from posts on a horse-shoe set of tables
Big heavy dongs from one of the flanks
Little light tings from the other
Medium dings from the middle
Exclusive pings when it happens
Dings like falling glass on impact
Madness orchestrated
Chaotic music with perfect control
A river of tune created
A freezing cold evening
Where the stars shining bright
With frost blade flanks
From mouth and nose steam
In the clear silence
White untrodden snows
Nature's frozen pulse
Sleep like a little baby
One gracious moon
After the night the light is shattered into gold
At sunrise raise your heartbeat
03.01.2016 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
I could see untamed in her fiery eyes.
But I'm way past prime, no need for a wild ride.
I wrangled one once upon a time.
Tried to make her into a lady.
Taming that bucking star
was emotional suicide.
If I could do it all over again
I'd toss the saddle, rope and bit.
Spur her hard on the flanks
Roughly navigate those pouty lips.
Buck her until I spilled my brains,
jump off and never go back.
A chevron of doves
against an abyss
of deep blue
the synchrony of flight
falters oft
triggering silver waves
passing across the flanks
shimmering
against an abyss
of deep blue
is it an illusion
harmony in individuality?
why must I think
so much
like a feeble human
when instead
with my so called
intellect
imagination
I can
experience
the feeling of flying
against an abyss
of deep blue.
A lovely face with a gorgeous height,
Nibbles the straw with its bemused delight,
Chafed palpitation in bewilderment,
Ticks disaster reeking of harassment;
Look away and miss those voluptuous joints,
Fine lingerie upsets the veiled data points,
Tattoo figures in barbarian flanks,
Badgered innocence and I muse for ranks.
In her feline moves watch for the gait;
Never burn fingers when you see her bait.
Writing musical notes with magical hoofs
enchanted, I ride on a mystical,
jet black dream steed.
Proud head barely constrained by a
pure white bridle and snow white reins,
my pale chiffon gown,
floats near his flanks speaking
of innocence, flounces gathered by
tiny, pink rosebuds and white gardenias.
Slow motion, dreamlike,
the night sky behind us like a
dark, demonic power as we
become starlight.
My home
Has a low-rise skies_
Three glazed green stars lived in.
The sun laughs at the flanks,
The wind hits wherever wants-
Transparent as water,
Solid as a mountain,
The lavenders smell, plays within.
From the mouths of windows,
Grunts September, chants,
As a melodious tune
My home
Which I coloured by my hands,
Happily holds me, as if I slept
In the heart of a dove
Written by © Fatima Nusairat
Tonight I'll saddle up the scorpion
kicking to hell its armored flanks
ratchet legs charging straight ahead
poison lance hovering above my head
claws snapping at the cooling desert wind,
hunting for fiery pieces of moon-tinged sin.
I'll romp with a band of glass-blown vamps
in Bosh's tasseled garden of earthly delights-
Come sunrise, I'll dismount my poisonous tank
don a tie and ride a three-piece suited Pegasus.
Endearing love, it flanks your lives - the key?
two hearts with mercy's gift. Your hopes and dreams
o’er flowed offspring’s dry banks to guarantee
success and joy. Your children came to streams
and drank for years devoid of thanks to thee.
Still flowing freely, your water redeems
enduring love long overdue. With grace -
a cruise on us. You pick the time and place.
May 6, 2017, edited June 5, 2017 to an ottava rima
It surges away accelerating within its length,
a self-winding mind
pumped through muscular hoops.
A sharpshooting tongue flicks, drilling space,
muscular chains shrug along propelling flanks.
Snake slips through its own ribs;
watching that swift cage
roll over the tractor-prints of its flesh
my pulse also pushes ahead
running to define a matching rhythm,
a pattern etched on the undersurface
of that unseen belly.
Growing tired of running circles around your eyes.
Time to slow the tempo of the jester's soul tangle.
Breathe-breathe.... breathe
My deep blue raggedy sheep.
Easy-easy-easy
You don't need those happy pills
just these bucking, diamond flanks.
Chill-chill chill.
Rest your Velcro heart in my sticky mind.
Watch stars climb from frozen naps...
Time to dream...dream ...dream.
Turn
each
other
on.
My deep blue raggedy sheep...
Form:
The Horse Nebula
rises from flames, forged
from Milky Way core.
Saturn flanks his right,
Jupiter his left --
Gods girded for war.
Lightning bolts whistle
above the red glare
for all to beware.
Dark stallion ascends,
riderless, regal,
through the rarified air.
Photo taken by the author at the Blackwater National Wildlife Refuge, July 29, 2019, showing Saturn, Jupiter, the Milky Way core, and Southern Delta Aquarid meteors.
Listen to poem:
An herbaceous arbor
flanks the harbor
where he labors
fitting words to spaces --
blanks he fills, erases.
He savors bits of meaning,
sculpting sound to logic's shape,
annealing word and image,
polishing a verbal mound
congealing on his pad.
A bird chirps.
Song distracts.
A moment's lapse.
He compares the bird's
with his own work,
considers form and content,
sees the gaps,
tosses his dead page
into the water's murk.
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.
Mono Aluminum Pijin they called him. A rascal and a sailor. He buys beef jerky by the bucket. He shaved his beard with a hand carved whale bone. They roll the flanks of mutton in braided lamb chitterlings, and roast them fair and square. The sauce is sweet nuff for dipping. As He crosses his legs to raise his pinky in the air. Far to perfect is the evening, might a woman wish to dance. She'd be greasy if she lean on me, cause I wiped the grease on my pants.