Short Peppery Poems

Scorpion sting is more painful
than the venom of a snake;
headache,cold,fever coupled
with peppery feelings.

On lifting the old wet brick,
It moves swiftly to 'bite me',
Scorpionegge sensation flows
through my vein to Gwen.



Olusegun Arowolo  
Contest:'Bite Me' by Linda-Marie...

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Rain storm 

Twas spectacular, storm of summer storms 
natures animosity, and fury 
Peppery grey clouds soberly transforms 
glorious day into horror story, 
silver spears pelted earth in such glory 
illuminated electrified arc 
horizon to horizon, sight blurry 
mist from evaporation, must embark 
Create pure place of sanctuary, build an ark....

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Salt the earth,
only shaking out love
or
Pepper the place
with capsicum of hate

Salt preserves the peace,
pepper disturbs the harmony

Salted love is always hate-free
Peppered hate dilutes love distastefully

Give me love to salt all my senses down:
Make me immune to the peppery,
pungent aroma hate spreads around
When death comes,
which one will you put in the ground?...

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He walks toward me, old, shabby and crooked,
yet there’s a pliancy of new mown-hay in him.

A peppery hound follows.
Now and again the dog slows and flops,
its muddy eyes question marks.
He calls to it -
the dog struggles up from a knuckled stiffness,
a skewbald tail wags.

I capture them both in an intake of breath.
We have all been traipsing,
but these two are at ease with their path,
while I have yet to find one....

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Listen to poem:

Please pander to my
Perfectionism by
Pottering your purlesent
Peepers purposely past my
Permanently printed
Phrases of poetic poise

Pulling precious people
Past particular poison 
Pleases.
Pushing perfection points
Purposefully protects from 
Painful perception.

Perhaps a pedantic persuasion?
Perhaps a pen peaking in
Peppery passion or with
Personal poignancy or
Painted pastiche pictures of
Platitude?

Perhaps...

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Ode to Odd

Hail strangeness in all its many ways.
Its peppery and spices boring days.

A different mold was used for each of us.
Variation going on without the fuss.

We are balanced by a single inner thread,
to keep on doing the norm our culture bred.

What joy!  to be unique in all the world,
and watch to see your special flag unfurl.

Feel no shame when they say and think you're odd.
It’s the blessing of a special touch by God.

5/7/17...

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the voices
bitter voices, deep voices, dark voices, peppery voices
in echoes and crescendos
across the valleys and the hills
voices from the dark
voices from the spirits of those long gone
voices of the living legends
voices of the lamenting myths
voices of free will
o! what a world full of voices Loaded with memories
of the uninvested pathos
the sky is full of voices
the deep seas are filled with voices
the voices welling the world over
and we the orphans are left 
but voiceless...

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