Short Slingshot Poems
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Slingshot
Colorful streak
Sprayed right upon
A natural dull stone
Splayed upon a dark blue rock
With orange
Russell Sivey
Form Vignette
Sammy wanted his uncle's attention
Uncle Pete adored him.
Took out his slingshot, thinking this would be hilarious
But this time it was not; he met a different Uncle Pete.
I'll wait for you
to bring back
Spring
green skies
blue trees
if you ever look my way again
I am enraged
and restless
you watched them
slingshot me
into Fall
I fell for you
falling into the very heart of Winter
time
I feel such pain
rage
loneliness
unable to write
last Summer
“ragazzino salta”
face to the wall
reading poetry
slingshot spitballs
little jack horner
sat in his quiet corner
once upon a time
ragazzino salta
your sorry muse, old ‘been,
your lawless circus,
never mine.
Candide Diderot. ‘25
Boy with his slingshot aims at sparrow sitting on mulberry tree. Bird falls vertically on ground, dead. He had never killed before. Suddenly, remorse strikes him. He burries the bird, vows never to be cruel to a living being again.
Playfulness takes life
innocence suddenly lost~
guilt saves lives later
31.5.2020
Titan Goliath challenged young David to a floggin'
But David with his slingshot beaned him on the noggin!
Dave viewed the carcass and was heard to say, "Nothin' to it!"
His envious brethren said, "Yeah! 'Twas just a lucky hit!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
There's a moose a loose with a duck on his back!
If you see them stop dead in your tracks.
Do not engage, for they will fight back.
The moose made a slingshot out of his rack.
If you are naive and turn your back;
Moose will sling duck hard and fast.
Popping your butt with a very loud crack.
Leaving you with a duck stuck in your quack.
My Father told me I was OK
And all that He’s done
He’s is right here
Never, ever does He leave me?
But I leave Him
My Father told me I am OKAY
You are a prayer warrior you are
Armed with the body of God
A fearless warrior just need a rock not a bolder
With my eye, a slingshot a pebble stone rock
I
O’ I can slay any giant
4/12/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
shocking the rhapsody of her soul, the multi-faceted jewels — layer upon layer. the hyper-hues of depth and kaleidoscopic threat. would she absorb or attack those who dare to penetrate her contorted web. where does one begin. should she step gently or slingshot her way into this trippy ethereality. the dreamgirl satisfies with innuendos — questions do not breathe. she merely undulates in the sinews of the matrix.
10/19/2019
The turkey’s held up signs
Protesting the Parade
“We were here before the Pilgrims”
They sought back-up from the Pumpkins
“Where were you on Halloween”, they asked
A Deer in a red vest strutted across the meadow
An old Owl shook its head from front to back
It gets worse every year mumbled the hunter
As he loaded his slingshot
An escaped lab monkey
Built a fire in the distance
As a feral cat
Longed for home
If you face a raging sea
without a way to flee;
God can make a way of escape
in any form, size, or shape.
Five stones and a slingshot
is all it took.
Goliath fell down like a book
as they all took a look.
God sent Elijah, the prophet,
to a little brook;
he was fed from the ravens
as God undertook.
He used a little boy's lunch
for others to munch.
It was a simple fare
but there was plenty to spare.
God can make a way.
If your heart does not stray.