Short Slung Poems
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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.
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
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.
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
Over six decades
slinging dirt around
reckless hearted one
over six decades
having dirt slung at me
Time to get out the bleach
scrub things clean
Join me?
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
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
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
The students couldn't wait
until the fat lady sung,
so some heaved rocks
while others slung dung..
Bonded by the beat from
an umbilical drum,
protesting in the streets
as one, Hashina's authoritarian regime
was overcome.
Melodic notes often bring
Jazz singers a bit of zing
Dancers jump in with a swing
Elvis is the Tennessee king
50’s make me want to sing
Partners slung out in a fling
Tempo from an angels’ wing
Music is a most wonderful thing
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
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.
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
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
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
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.
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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.
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
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