Short Slung Poems

Low slung countenance
mobile corpes meander
time makes fools of us...

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he’s on his high horse
little legs slung over back
— a minute cowboy

8/3/2018...

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Bowling ball Rolling
Slung towards confrontation
Pins anxiously wait

By Robb A. Kopp...

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Low slung countenance
Mobile corpses mirror truth
all lies? bouquet of pains gain
creatures we house inside life
makes use of oblivion time....

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The dog's party was going well
But then they started to smell
Food was slung everywhere
But the dogs didn't care
Until the owner rung a loud bell...

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Congressional rules made it clear:
All speeches must rhyme to the ear.
This tying each tongue,
No mud could be slung,
So pols all went out and drank beer....

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The old women found a black cat
That changed into a large bat
Took her high up in the air
Then slung her by the hair
Into a machine that made her turn flat...

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PLAIN SERENGETI


Zebra herds nudge babes along
Low slung sun burns shaded eyes
Shallow pools hide fish from hawks
          Peace of Paradise

Victoria Anderson-Throop ©
12/1/2012...

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Sundown Surl


Her lips?
As I recall,
even when she talked
her lips were slung 
in a sundown surl
and there was liquor,
always liquor,
just a jigger, 
in her walk.


Donal Mahoney...

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Children play by the tree
Rope slung over, far above
Gaping knot, left lose and free
Flying by, a soot filled dove

Nature blurred
Bodies burnt

Head held heavy
Tear filled eyes
Hope kept deadly
Blackened skies...

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Children caroling Christmas cheers
Ever enchanting eager ears
Snowballs slung spreading scenic snow
Blushful breezy breathing breaths blow.




Nov.27.2017
Alliteration 
Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings ...

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Be quiet now child now don't cry.
Watch out the window as the soldiers pass by.
There is your daddy, gun slung on his back.
He will protect us from the attack.

He will come back to us.Won't he?
Its not my fault! He loves me.
Or at least he used to....

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Haiku Trilogy 


Fox poises mid-step

Rabbit scent tantalizes

Mouth waters wildly

 

Eyes peer intently

Haunches crouched, slung low to ground

Biding time to spring

 

Mountain lion growls

Padded feet part tall grasses

Hunter now hunted

©R.Selena Howard-Rowland,2012...

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Bright curious eyes…
He watches it parade past

With soft morning words…
He promises his faithfulness

Standing straight and tall…
He renews his oath with a salute

With a shoulder slung rifle…
He defends and protects it

Now adorning his casket…
He has given his life for it...

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By The Waters Edge SLINGS And ARROWS

Slings and adventurous, attractive arrows by the water's aesthetic, empty edge 

Arrows slung by the waters archer's border 

Slings and autistic, alternative arrows by the water's enjoyable, explosive edge 

3/24/19...

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the barbed butterfly

she shimmied onto a barstool
looking for a nine to five reprieve
a fight or a night 
which ever came her way

black pencil skirt pulled up so far
jacket slung across the chair
says I don't care 
it's Friday.

g and t with a slice of lime
melts her 
slick cocoon....

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LANDLOCKED

landlocked we stalk past pain perimeters
guns rest roughly slung on shoulders hung
closing behind growling within
scoping targets empty claim
weapons lead worlds astray
cast our sins away
lords of nothing
eyes survey
stark hearts
lost



© Kim van Breda—24 September 2015...

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It is the constant present
That we come to resent
The way time gains whats sent,

Sending the traveler backwards
Not into the mountains but towards
Valley's slung low as branching wards,

Cirrus clouds spread like handwriting
Facing the reader with their writing
Lest the journeyer stops to write....

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Hawk eyes
have never been so starved
heads hung binoculars slung
on sloped defeated shoulders
 
They file out of the woods and marsh
in silence like a funeral march
shuffling along
gathering at stations

With pause 
with reverence
   and tears
observing repentantly 

the nests from last year




11.09.2019...

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Our future he impacts
Social issues he just stacks

He gives educators the axe
Keeps piling the load on our backs
His stance on illegal immigrants lacks

He took a loose stance on tax
Mud slung, he seldom retracts
From his vantage point he acts

Lives in a mansion while we live in shacks
 Lots of promises, few facts...

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You got a choice kid
Its go time, flight or fight night

This haunted carnival ride tilts
My world, a real fright night

Heave hoe down for a Sunset Strip search
Her clothes slid off, a sore sight night

Slow jam these traffic veins
Dilute these dreams, another neon light night

Whiskey saloon, head slung over
The lamp shades wobbling, too bright night...

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Cotton sleeps unsoundly, 
Knowing many hands are there  to pick it--
Many scarred hands that roam
The fluffy fields at the crack of dawn.
Cotton gets anxious
When sunlight wakes the morn.
Cotton smells the coffee brewing
And fidgets fretfully 
At the thought of brown
Blood stained hands.
Cotton meets its death
In sacks slung around
Poor men’s shoulders....

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By The SLINGS And ARROWS--

Slings and adventurous, attractive arrows by the  empty edge 

Arrows slung by the archer's aching arms  

Artistically slung and, alternative arrows arrival all areas


3/26/19

For Pick A Title, Vol.3 Alliteration Poetry Contest Enter Contest
Alliteration poetry form only
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh...

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THE KILLING NIGHT IN KENYA

Lush green fields cushion diamond skies--
Cattle rustlers burst through night
Machetes swinging like a game 
Mid spring blooms whose scent delights

Rifles slung like children’s packs
Hug shoulders that should lie abed
Blood trails flow moonlit from stealth feet
Leaving sixty sleeping people dead

Victoria Anderson-Throop
12/30/12 ©

Death week of 12/22/12...

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The corn flakes flew acRoss the room,
The raisins hung in air,
Eruption sticky as the glue,
Vibrating rectum fair,
He slung a towel about his waist,
He needed a a flaming shower,
But then the bowel in recital haste,
Did paint the walls a shower,
No need 2 sit upon the throne,
He quietly closed the door,
And whistling a  regretfully tune,
Sultana .brand he swore
Don Johnson...

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