Short Squelching Poems

Men grabbing spears,

feet squelching in the mud,

people whispering,

spears entering the deer,

red blood pouring,

deer dying,

peoples' bellies filling.

By Lewis....

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We are all dying
I did not know I was 
Until today

It is not a doctor’s prognosis
It’s not a disease
It’s not having people

Sheltering in place
Is taking my joy 
Squelching my happiness

This is how people die right?...

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Silence
                  Mute, Speechless
     Squelching, Repressing, Squashing 
 Tranquility, Serenity, Oblivion, Calmness 
           Speaking, Talking, Sounding
                  Loud, Thunderous 
                           Noise...

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A stored ripening sunlight,
opens veins under wet sods.

We are conveyed on the thaw,
upon the guttering soil
through the squelching narrows
of wayside hedgerows.

Spring mops and sops,
breezes furbish,
unlock a pearly dew
to melt the frosted prints
of paws and claws....

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Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep
a stored sunlight. 
There are open veins
under wet sods.

We are conveyed above the melt
on guttering rapids
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows
toward the drumming
of new-sprouted stems.

Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets
for the sip and swallow
of greening throats....

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Mud cracks its teeth.
Roots crunch and seep.
A stored ripening sunlight,
open veins under wet sods.

We are conveyed above the melt,
on guttering rapids,
through the narrows
of squelching hedgerows.
Paws soak in a sparkle of dew.

Winter thaws in hollows,
pushes heat into slick droplets,
into the sip and tipple
of as yet untrodden stems....

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Who are you,
Staring into my window
Where cinders block the
Birds from flying
Into my shadow
That erases sunshine
From grunge porches 
Or squelching mechanisms
Of desire?
Was that face born into you 
Like some unfortunate disease?
Or did you choose it like the pink m&m’s 
Over the brown.
Because I wouldn’t have chosen it.

Shadows erase sunshine like 
Rubber-gum over excess pencil—
Not pen....

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The yellow sun rises high in the sky,
All the villagers are waking,
Blue birds singing from high up in their nests,
Weapon grabbing ready for their trip,
Lonely animals getting tracked down,
All men sneaking,
Animal has been spotted,
Spears flying towards the creature,
Squelching flesh tearing apart,
Animal rapidly dying,
Everyone enjoying their feast,
People slowly doze off into a calm relaxed sleep. 

By Chloe...

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Wild are the free ones
Freedom's no place for the timid
The free ones live wildly
And the Wild has no limits 
Fighters are the free ones
Never squelching what they've earned
Rising from the ashes
Of the broken dreams they've burned
The free ones live loudly
Freedom doesn't whisper 
Not concerned who sees or hears
Free functioning transistors 
The wild ones live freely
Despite what the world becomes
Free are the wild ones;
Wild are the free ones...

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