Short Hatchets Poems

The tulips and the marigolds were in a gun battle today.
Queen of Tulips was mad for her latest slave Charlie had run away.
She started the battle with hatchets, battle axes, and hammers too.
Queen of Marigolds ended it with assault rifles, painted periwinkle blue....

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Can we rise to the challenge
        Can we truly love all

      the thin and the heavy
       the short and the tall

    Can we accept everyone
       of all different colors
        none of whom look
       much like each other  

    Can we bury the hatchets
      of antipathies long past
  
       To build and maintain
         a world that lasts...

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Angry people trigger me
I am terrified of them, 
pushing myself into a tight ball
sliding into the cracks between the floorboards

I cannot get away fast enough
They might as well be carrying machine guns
and machetes and hatchets and hammers
my body shrivels up and dies

I slide into a place I do not fit
trying to get away before the blood bath
always expecting to be the first one mangled and killed...

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We are bouncing and prancing and living our truth.
We are the old women of Southside Acres McGuth.
We have bats and hatchets and know how to swing.
We slap them around while we dance, and we sing.

The old men at Southside Acres hid in their rooms.
They were afraid of these women who carried big brooms.
They had heard of this sort, so they hid most of the day.
The old women of Southside yelled “hip! hip! hooray!”...

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When I grow up I want to be a nutcracker my son said.
I thought he meant ballerina, was he right in the head?
It’s not because he’s a male but he simply can’t dance.
As his mother I hoped that someone would give him a chance.

I will hire him said grandma, all of my older squirrel friends will too.
Our teeth are worn out and rotten, it is so hard to chew!
He began his career at the age of twenty-two.
He opens all of their nuts with hatchets of yellow, red and blue....

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