Short Stampedes Poems

On bovine hooves death thunders near
Along Pamplona cobblestones:
Fleet, snorting brutes with thrashing horns
Enrich my life through coursing fear.

My frantic sprint lends throbbing heart
As death stampedes on bovine hooves;
One slip, a fall, could spell my doom—
True love for life does dread impart!



December 6, 2016
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ramble on me
handle ing stampedes
back footed laughter
daughter
of
slaughter
what other offer
pose me an pauper

lean into me
greedings away
what lack have
i
not

reason in to me
what crow have
i
eat'n

poetry me
never
have
we
wrote
an
poem

every line is a question
the words are just markd
symbol me a sign
of
love

dance with my letters
my words have fallen
only picked up
by
you
ramble
on me
?...

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The hunter is inside
between the lens and its mirror
where Zen masters prowl
with high powered lights.
The prey is sensed
before it takes shape,
otherwise you catch nothing.
You are in the zone,
mind locked on a digital trigger.
Sometimes
the whole world stampedes
across your path,
more often,
a small curlicue of significance
will trip a sensory wire,
crosshairs will meet,
then for an instant you disappear,
as you take the shot.
...

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The hunter is inside
between the lens and its mirror
where Zen masters prowl
with high powered flashlights.
The prey is sensed
before it takes shape,
otherwise you catch nothing.
You are in the zone,
mind locked on a digital trigger.
Sometimes
the whole world stampedes
across your path,
more often,
a small curlicue of significance
will trip a sensory wire,
cross-hairs will meet,
then for an instant you disappear
as you take the shot....

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