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Short Misfiring Poems

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Premium Member A Haunted Ghost Trimeric
The hairs on my arm are electrified,
I can sense a nasty apparition;
Used to think it was all in my head,
my subconscious just doesn’t lie;

I can sense a nasty apparition;
Such wicked and tainted air
it’s so heavy I can barely breathe;

Used to think it was all in my head;
Just a misfiring of the senses, 
hearing or smelling false things;

My subconscious just doesn’t lie;
I taste fruit from another season,
The eternal echo of a haunted ghost....

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Categories: misfiring, dark, emotions, horror,
Form: Other



Premium Member Eclipse This
eclipse an errant eon
inhale discordant ions
exhale insectile icons

disarm misfiring memes
take umbrage under a titanic umbrella
recede from seething red-holes in sinkholes

just so you know…
Helga and Zohar orbit the Moon
a harsh mistress giggles indifferently
a cold cosmos says nothing
you are (not) what you think (you are)

forbid fallacious words
forget wordy fallacies
forgo fatuous wormholes

FYI, it’s Awesome
FWIW, it's Perfect
TBH, it’s FUBAR...

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Categories: misfiring, humorous, satire, society, space, surreal, word play,
Form: Free verse
Misfiring With Love
Death appeared in our relationship
The misappropriation of love was the cause

Someone I loved was drenched in solitude
We never really knew that both of us
Shoved each other away with misalignment!
Now we know that every action is important
We said things that was unnecessary 
And before we knew it, it was too late!
We still don’t have the full picture
You only came to me twice
And I guess that is the reason we paid a price of misfiring

Mark Frank

Copyright 2022...

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Categories: misfiring, love, mirror,
Form: Free verse
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I sat down on the grass above you.
The dew drops drooping as I delicately 
	Drew my hand across 
Your stone head; 
the way I used to 
	run my fingers 
Through your dark hair.  

I, staring into your name, almost  
 Saw your green eyes shine 
	through the etched, gray letters.

“I owe you an apology and confession.”, I said.

“On January 5th as John the Revelator 
	was mistranslating your verse and 
carrying you to Apollo‘s gates; 
my cupid was misfiring his own bow.”...

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Categories: misfiring, absence, betrayal, death, eulogy, sad love, sorry,
Form: Free verse

Book: Shattered Sighs