Short Spurted Poems
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A young girl backed into my zipper
On a bus too crowded for kipper
With pressure exerted
My little thing spurted
What seemed to be from the Big Dipper!
Holding with ease
The point of release
Before the sentiment
Flowers to intent
Thought not converted
Into words not spurted
We reside therein
27-August-2020
I caught a mermaid he told us.
We laughed until our teeth flew out.
Chocolate milk spurted out of Hubert’s nose.
I can show her to you, he said.
We could not stop laughing.
Until he did.
tears spurted out like arterial blood
tantalising cobwebs on the roof of flood
tearing hearts fed on love delivered
tangentially proverbs choked
halla lameni biscraho barassed
premas bulando keglig pharised
Form:
No dangerous lair
Dark with menace!
From out this tree shade, antique
More gently lit, edenic
This vision face.
Afar, but untouched
By it? Not me!
Soul, reclaimed! With each bounce, arc
Lamb-spurted, and sped of lark.
Joyous and free.
In the world of brain and pen,
of frivolous games,
things that bring shame,
things that make things insane,
let us mal-practice tame,
with the might pen,
to name and shame,
what a noble game,
with bullets spurted by the pen.
by Luckson Mupakamiso Makaya
Into a silent valley we walk
Into a golden meadow as the birds talk
Into a wild unknown land
Into the middle of a marching band
Into the air filled with mist
Into a twirl with a twist
Into a bog consumed by mud
Into a battlefield spurted with blood
Into the ocean's billowing foam
A world where we live forever and forever roam.
Form:
Into a silent valley we walk
Into a golden meadow as the birds talk
Into a wild unknown land
Into the middle of a marching band
Into the air filled with mist
Into a twirl with a twist
Into a bog consumed by mud
Into a battlefield spurted with blood
Into the ocean’s billowing foam
A world where we live forever and forever roam.
She ran up his spine,
he turned to water.
A geyser of light spurted out of an artery
of unrecognizable thoughts
that tunneled him into her.
He was being opened up;
he began to look around
see only the him/her
of everywhere.
He felt like
an empty can of Spam.
He loved Spam,
it was a cosmic kind of love
that came in many flavors.
I took up the call
The command was made
Placed the receiver down
Hardened my resolve
Steadying my shivering nerves
I picked up the gun
Shot at the innocent man
He fell with a thud
Blood spurted from his chest
With my descent into Hell
I fell from Grace
My gut swiftly swirled
Downwards the twilight zone
A throne of skin and bone spoke
"Thine sin you must atone."
Pale panes of melting ice
Mist up with breath
And drip, they drip
The panes begin to run
And begin to fall away
Suspended for a second for a minute
To be diverted or perverted
Barriers rotted
False words spurted
Tantrums, tempests, frustration
Aha! I am free
The rotted flesh deceiver
May I burst your bubble,
Slit your throat to save the trouble
I am the Shadow Reaper!
moonlit night
sonata of neglected
love
hundred hues of color
arbitrary choice
of linguistic
relativity
orange merges into
indigo
our tears spurted out
like arterial blood
tantalising cobwebs on
the roof of the flood
tearing hearts fed on
love delivered
tangentially
polarisation of
imminent want
to unite again
in absolute
ecstasy
9.56 am
july 19 2016
ecstasy
Form:
At peace in our heart, thoughts rested,
our attention introverted,
cradled by God, in bliss nested,
the hum of magnetism spurted.
Poised in the void in stillness staid,
beholding the play underway,
ego cravings begin to fade,
as love becomes our life’s mainstay.
With no agenda on our shelf,
this dream continues to unfold,
witnessed by living light of Self,
entwined with God’s pure heart of gold.
Hauled up
the breast suture.
You were following the milk route,
epitomizing the fall. From the
golden clouds. Wanting to
swim in blue veins,
you were drowned. The fire
has spurted the blood. A carbon
copy of exit strategy
in your hands, you unreel
the chains of libido in failed
state of limbs.
The cartel has littered
the street with gentle greens,
to buy the lips. Spurned
lover commits a suicide.
Satish Verma