Short Mollusks Poems

Crying gulls circle
Dropping mollusks from above
Empty shells look up
...

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crashing waves above

         shells hide below in seaweed -

           crabs and mollusks safe...

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Garden Pets

wet mollusks crawl forth;
slime trails tracing their passage
through just planted rows...

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A large green grootslang with giant tusks
shook down a bunch of red and yellow mollusks
hunted them down
Northeast of Gerogetown
Scaring sweet corn off of their stalks and husks...

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The icky sticky squid-man
Squeezed from the water spout
Leapt up my nose and
Sucked my brains right out.

Dug deep inside me
with all his slimy legs
Inside my skull hole
He laid a thousand eggs....

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empty sea shells
washed up on the
sea shore
death of a dream
eaten rotten flesh
marine mollusks
barnacles brachipods
she is a conchologist
through her windows
breath of the sea
bits and pieces
of the dead meat
collection is a 
disease
waves and the tides
clams and snails
and chitons
killed and adorned
in our empty homes
of love...

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Through sheer impulse, I was entranced 
By the beauty of rare mollusks in varied designs
Ready to be plucked , the evening my witness
When I gathered all that I had found.

A bothered conscience nailed on and on,
How could I have hurt nature which I adore?
As reparation for this lapse, I sent  hikers daily
this card, " I'm sorry for picking what's not mine."



Lin Lane's Contest: It's Time To 'Fess Up
16th February 2016...

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He put his ear to her belly,
heard a milky cloud
gurgling like a water spigot,
the ankle-deep sounds of
red plasma and urine,
the murmur of mollusks
in mouthing waters;
succulent voices
pushed through narrow throats.

‘Love me’, she said,
‘make love to me
as I swell and sweat
into a woman you have never met’.

He said nothing
but did tickle
her glowing anus,
did tongue
her swollen,
blue in-between lips....

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Lithesome words like ‘love’, ‘loyalty’
And ‘liberty’
Lie, like mollusks on the sea
Bed; closed clam shut
Not revealing
Anything but
An unctuous feeling
And when prized open
By a devouring question
The contents give one
Indigestion.
So let’s not swallow
Such squirming terms
These loathsome, lithesome, worming words.
Meaningless and absurd
But if they are our sole default,
Let us take them with a pinch of salt.

© Barry Freeman – 18th September 2020...

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