Short Ground Floor Poems
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trees shed hued plumage,
falling reckless to ground floor…
landscape’s masquerade.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Second Place Winner ~ "Seasons Senryu” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Linda-Marie Bariana
July 1, 2010
Fall,
I fail,
You teach me
To rise again
And to improve more.
You let me feel the pain
Of hitting the hard ground floor
Of setback and disappointment
In order for me not to be scared
Nor be afraid of badly falling down.
The
ghost
that haunts
their ground floor,
is a ghost no more.
Wealth has turned her into mother.
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Date: 30 / 10 / 2016
Senryu 4
Is graffiti
A plague in our cities
Or beautiful art?
Life in big cities
Is lived on street levels
Not in skyscrapers
Was Jesus Jewish?
Has he got a birth certificate
To substantiate it?
Most drinking holes
Are on the ground floor
Isn't that a blessing
Dodo the dead had halcyon days on her native shore
Like halcyon birds she was happy in heaven’s ground floor
Hounds and crews did her confuse
Struck the land with evil cues
Filled the air with wings of greed, naive Dodo was no more
The person I used to be hides in the shadow,
awaiting an unexpected moment to expose
secrets best left forgotten.
Perhaps a shot or two of Macnaughton™
will quiet the desire of the demon
that screams in the zemin~*
Or at least let me sleep without nightmare,
without that old bugbear;**
sleep like a child beneath an old willow.
*Noun: ground, floor, basis, background
**Noun: an imaginary monster used to frighten children
OUT COLD
out cold ground floor
afflicted by calm daze
above beating chants dance
ample basic canvas draped
out cold ground floor
abridged dreams cross doubts
across blinds careless drapes
arid brains carcass droughts
out cold ground floor
aspiring bloods crimson drool
amidst blackouts cruel demise
acquittal by chance deluge
out cold ground floor
anaesthetized
behind
closed
door
(a/b/c/d poem)
© Kim van Breda