Jofra vs Burmrah the crown jewel duel
Is there any other sort of sport.. that can hold a candle to having to handle
Getting caught in the ripsnort onslaught scandal…as speedsters hold court
Fraught as they face a serious deleterious imperious express pace ace
At their sleek peak..unique freaks..bombastic..iconoclastic mercenaries
Havoc to wreak on adversaries.. and their own physique..
So as we’ve read..will the King of swing..zing
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Categories:
slingshot, sports,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Starling
When I was small
the starlings roosted one by one
on grandma’s party line wire
(like jittery black clothespins)
to bandy their gossip back and forth
until the wire hummed
with their inanities.
By luck my slingshot found its mark.
One toppled from the wire soundlessly
like a clothespin blown loose in the wind.
The others rattled on, oblivious,
no questions asked.
It dropped straight down.
I ran
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Categories:
slingshot, bird, childhood, death,
Form: Free verse
Slingshot Angel
blade of grass blowing
dewdrop slingshotted through sky
caught on angel’s wing
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Categories:
slingshot, angel, beautiful, blessing, christian,
Form: Haiku
Adapting the Craft
Adapting the Craft
My father looked up Zealot Street
toward the mountain where ore
buckets hung to cart the coal.
“Don’t go near the mine” he repeat-
ed, the chant of elders who fore-
warned him of the dangerous hole.
He’d just go up through Bessie’s place
to find a young tree with a v
that he could cut out with his knife
and string
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Categories:
slingshot, father son, son,
Form: Rhyme
Slingshot
"Slingshot"
two morning stars
watch the world
of man collide
two lions roar
one paints the sky
with tears
the other
thinks it reigns
winning wars
immersed in blood
winning souls, covenant
two morning stars
one bright
the other
feels no shame
both roar
with open jaw
there is life to gain
hearing
man’s fall
answering bad dreams
waiting for
mercy to call
in kaleidoscope sky
shot apart
and butchered
storms begin
clashing
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Categories:
slingshot, dark, i am, light,
Form: Free verse
Armadilly Billy, the Slingshot Kidster
Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind.
He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind.
His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding feet, relentlessly with powerful strides.
Rearing up, Armadilly stopped before our Troll Bridge with his slingshot at his side.
I could see,
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Categories:
slingshot, adventure, fantasy, funny, imagination,
Form: Light Verse