Short Gore Poems
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Lichens of lion's lore,
incipient and trying to score-
ditch it and die in the core,
stick it right in the horse.
Washing coffee-stained cups, greasy frying pans and big pots is a very simple chore;
leaving a pile when turning the faucet on may clog the sink and cause a messy gore!
OUR BODIES
Our bodies
are practically entrances
and exits
for the open-
ended drama of gore.
Even in the grave,
worms, white
as if practically all fat,
loot us dry.
Writing poems in the algorithmic sands
Washed away by rippling waves on unseen sands
hoping in my drowning one will save me
Or at least a kindly reader someday “fave” me.
John G. Lawless
©11/24/2022
Gouge the eyes from its sockets
Grate at the flesh
Chip at the bone
Scrape at the marrow
Churn out the intestines
Carve out the remains
Snip at the veins
Drain out the blood
Hack at the crown
Hollow the skull
What are you hiding beneath all of this?
Engines roar and planes soar
Across the beautiful sky's
Engines roar and SUV's tour
Across the fruited plain
Now some guy
Says to you and I
You must not drive and fly
But it's ok for me
To travel the world you see
I'm a special man
From a special clan
Who hails from Tennessee
That child,
looking like flowered rose,
had a rose in hand,
he smirked,
he smelled,
he shook,
and the crook,
finally wrung,
it all,
to smithreens,
with petals,
and sepals,
all strewn,
and flowery powder,
all smeared,
in his gory hands,
did he like the flower,
or the destruction more,
his story narrated all,
in the flowery gore.
Tearing, open up my chest
Pulling, tugging at my heart
Burning, burning, burning, burning
Ripping, pulling me apart
Let my insides spill out
See me falling here and there
Maybe we can put me together
Performing with no center snare
Arms and chest are open wide
Wounds agape for you to see
Someone help me wipe my tears
There is no one here but me
According to pompous Al Gore, he claimed to have invented the internet!
Well, I'm certainly delighted to hear that - we are forever in his debt!
I have rather serious doubts about that dubious claim, however.
My understanding (tho' not all that well understood) is that it was a group endeavor!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
She struts along the bottom of the ocean floor
Taking her pet for a walk, his name is Gore.
Other fishes and kelp scurry out of the way.
They are not fooled by Gore, he does not play.
It’s a shark! A merman says with a smile too wide.
Find an underground cavern and try to hide!
He won’t eat you until she goes to sleep….
Calls a squid who knows from the depths of the deep.
Godfrey Gordon Gustavus Gore —?
Was a boy who wouldn’t shut a door!?
Winter came in that year of yore-?
Sleet blew in and covered the floor. ?
Summer came with its bugs galore—?
Flies and gnats, cicadas and more.
?At last his parents, irked full sore,?
Shipped him away to Baltimore.*
*W. B. Rands Square—a shorter Victorian moral
*Mathematics&Poetry—based on a mathematical square: the number of syllables in a line equals the number of lines.