Short Slumping Poems

Trump's trumpery--stumping slumping




  my first attempt at one-liners.  "Poemdog"...

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an old man's mouth
nose dives

the slumping drawbridge
of an flattened fortress

rocketing obscenities fallout
fissioned lips as overtaxed
silkworms labor on

spinning cesium shrouds
to hide our dead
from presidential eyes...

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This is actually a Shadorma. I wrote it in response to a review of the anthology that was done for research of the brain disorder that my son has. The review was a personal attack on me. Writing this, helped me get past it. 

She slapped me
slumping sliding dumps
cascading
I'm held down
I feel like I cannot breathe
gone into hiding....

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Draft an Article a den of soul slackers
No room for sanity humanity elected crackers
Uncivil ones to fail the civic duty pledged
Ride a rift split society - drive a wedge

Trail Trump slumping stumps winded carpetbaggers
Talking heads robbing hoods all cloak and daggers
Riding herd wicked turn charging alibi
Stuck off bicker batter were all gonna die...

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BAYING HOUNDS

I will forsake them
ignore them-- the
baying hounds of 
my
heart and head
sad-eyed and old  
with
belly slumping
to the ground

awaiting…

another silent
turn of the moon
to promote their
noisy- toothless
challenges
summoning lupine
lore

stirring up a storm of
maddening mental 
architecture
with the chase
of foreplay
foray and
glory...

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There is a sombre silence, 
as mist veils morning air.
A plethora of feathers
float among dew drops.
A ceremony of birds,
heads slumping,
soundless and homeless,
perch upon rooftops,
observing fallen nests,
cracked eggs and 
lifeless nestlings.
Arrival of their fate
is like paper in a storm.
But birds don't ask why,
they just spread their wings and fly....

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I tried to plant my words,
those untold stories in a book,
and caged my melodies on your lips.

I tried to stroll on a path
Smiling in excitement
from those cold utterances from a heart.

I tried to inscribe you in my Diary 
Draw your names with roses
and design your heart like Furnished Paradise.

I tried to love you
with my heart battling to a sigh
that will cause it slumping in LOVE....

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Sitting silently
Motionless 
Emotionless 
Stagnant thumps from my heart
Barely a beat

Slumping sideways 
Dialing my way 
Nothing can save me

Lonely 
So lonely 
So tired

                                     Mirrored by scars
                             Curvaceous figure 
                      Blade in hand
              Daggers deep deploying pain
       Depleting my heart of what was
Severing Love...

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the half drawn eyelid son grew weary
 under his lamp. 

 slumping next to the shade that drew
 his voice to a sigh.

 slight the long shadow and grieve a mother.
 

the less saught after second born 
son of abraham.

 slaughterhouse drunk son of a b
 dont turn to fast now or you might spin him.

 slow the hours of the day.

slower still now the second glance.

the frail hand on the wall permits a 
little stillness if only for a second....

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