Short Silo Poems

M   A   Y
H   A   Y
M   O  W...

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Inferno’s flames fanned
Missile silo station manned...
Lines drawn by the hand...

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Amazing new colors we saw in the sky.
The NATO in panic - perhaps Russian spies.
In Silo cat jumped on keyboard with grace.
It luckily launched all the Nukes into Space ;-D...

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tre three penny das ta do
 juniper juniper the opened mass
 turn over your yarn
 to the tormentors
 stir the pot
 breach of peace

 the ancients taught
 a silo bent through an accord
 the time has come
 all for one...

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Lutas das esquerdas no mundo

Todas as lutas
da esquerda
duram anos! 

Querem liberdade 
saindo 
como verba de orçamento 
pagamento em dia certo 
daria para isto aquilo 
o que sobrasse guardado 
de todo o assalto a silo 

AH o que falta 
as esquerdas
é imaginação 
e o jeito na circunstância 
é mesmo a revolução....

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I Detest pen that never
bestows wings to spirit .

Wings that never
Step up towards mountain.

Mountain that never
Pours oil in moon's lamp.

Moon that never 
hovering around forest.

Forest that never
surrounded by rustle wings.

Detest all of that 
But I soothe in sigh of character,  
in a silo poem's.

Written by © Fatima Nusairat...

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Singing solo in a silo
The gecko heard his echo

It  IS Illegal, cried jealous  sea gull
Regal, Bald Eagle : with a beagle??

A small smew smelt smog
Frantic flying from fluorescent fog
                                                
The sound of a quacking, cluck
Reverberates from a Mallard duck
Wings embedded in miring muck
 Instinctively knew that he was stuck
Knowing  no one gave a flying  ****...

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You are in a deep well.
The only way out is to float to the top.
The rising water is a dream.

One climbs over the rim.
The well is a silo.
The ladder is luck.

He walks to the lake.
The only way across is a sail boat.
The wind is volition.

She lands on the island.
The road leads up a hill.
Gravity is reality.

They watch stars appear.
The only way higher is imagination.
Thinking is different.

I look down.
Something remembers.
You are in a deep well....

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When shall it rain
When shall it,like drops of silver
Take the deep blue to its fullest brim
And turn river to a flood of bronze beauty

When shall it rain
To bring back the  musical of the windy  leaves
Into its  adornable vibrant greenery
All in beauty contest of colours engaging

When shall it rain
The earth thirst for natures gift
The barns hunger for the bounteous harvest
While the silo drain
My soul longs,yes,even faints for the comforting breeze
That comes when it rain...

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