Heartbreak is not born of the flesh
but memories striking, ever fresh.
What nonet flaunts its lovely derrière?
Then sings with sweet, buttermilk sound—
with shape fully self-aware,
in nine lines? Ass firm, round,
curvaceous with flare:
and so high, bound
for beach wear,
and found,
here?
Fear you're trapped in the lie
begging to believe anything other
afraid of the truth shutting down opposition
Whatever articles you have swallowed lacks manners
wallowing in muck disturbed by correction seeking pity
to rise above such human weakness forgiving error
Acknowledge the fault of your own downfall
wrong will never be right answering the question
pride treating wisdom as the worm that ate the apple
very
scary
lightning
striking
strikes twice?
no dice
same place?
don't brace
perchance?
fat chance
no way,
jose.
Date written: 06/12/2023
People know the costs sky high.' In France and Britian
By and by.' 35% at least we've swallowed so far; no
Such qualms in the plan-demic, to get cash in the jar.'
Your footsloggers gov. You trundled them out with
Saucepans banging roundabout.' Was that an occult?
Nod? Owning their spirits, touting your clout.? We've
Seen it all the lies heaping up, professionals suffering
Raise a shout! balance and order; are needed no doubt.'
Yet thats not whats wanted, in the robbers lairs.'
Its control and delusions; the daily fare..its corruption
And disgrace..And there in your face..Give it up for the
Medics snd the stand they now make.'
old dog
on strike again
wants tuna
a bright striking sight
red start fluttering in yard
a gifted moment
Heidi Sands
6/26/22
“Prairie Storm”
The air turned
Deadly still,
The trees no
Longer swayed,
The horses neighed,
The church bells rang
Rabbits ran
For their caves.
Old men rushed
To close their doors.
Storm on the Rise!
Storm on the Rise!
Twister but a mile!
Be here in a while!
Hurry, grab the kids
To the cellar quick.
We haven’t the time
To worry.
It’s coming with a fury
The clouds grew deadly black
As deadly black can get.
Whipping and churning,
Rumbling and growling,
Twisting and swirling,
A tail was coming
With a vengeance it came:
Bolting and striking,
Snapping and crackling,
Exploding and blasting,
The tail kept churning.
The roof from the
Barn was thrown.
The windows in the
House were blown.
The trees ripped
From their roots.
The horses ran.
The rain
Came pounding.
The hail
Came battering.
The wheat field
Turned to straw.
Up from the cellar
The family rose.
The mother poured tears.
The father fell to his knees.
The little ones clung
To mother’s skirt.
There was little left.
His dreams disappeared.
The neighbors
Came calling.
The storm unkind.
He lost his mind.
The church bells rang.
Striking
Shocked
Stunted
The Tsunami came as a dream
And gone like a nightmare
Never to be forgotten by some
But lives have to go on
It is snow that may not fall upon
And will soon be lost in memories
Of the next generation
perch, hears unseen noise
rotates its head full circle
silent flight snatch prey
10/15/2021
Owl Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
If I were a birdie,
I'd head up to the sky.
I'd spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!
If I were a birdie,
my feathers would be bright.
Every color would be striking.
I'd soar and reach new heights.
If I were a birdie,
I'd sing a lovely song.
Everyone would stop and listen;
they would begin to sing along.
If I were a birdie,
I'd follow all my dreams.
Small streams to vast oceans,
under golden bright sunbeams.
If I were a birdie,
I'd flit about from tree to tree,
with many different flocks of birdies.
We would be free to be free.
If I were a birdie,
I'd head up to the sky.
I'd spread my wings like sunshine.
I know I could fly mighty high!
Mother asked her big brother to pass the sugar;
big brother ruined it by splashing on liquor;
father rued spilt liquor by throwing his jigger
that hit sister who lit an elbow hard slammer
straight into the hand of their rare guest and butcher;
butcher stood to secure a full-face slap on her;
slap missed, striking their napping, fat cat to a blurred
flying fur on shriek tour that dog crashed with claws bore;
clawed dog wailed and bailed, dragging tail out wee dog
door where he ran to distance pain until a looper
stopped his scooter – close by was one giant cougar;
too pooped to care, tired dog flopped right then and
right there; dog closed eyes, cougar cleared throat, then
croaked, ‘Hey, Lassie, are you insanely blind to cougar
claw lugers?’; dog moaned, ‘A quick cougar corker beats
home murder.’
People made clocks
Pendulums
To strike like their hearts
To live wall clocks
People made clocks
Pendulums
Not striking
Even to live clocks
Pendulums of people
Not live like clocks
Without striking
Dream
sweet plumes
of turquoise
moonstone canvass
as purple cloudburst choirs ear worm skylines
or blue-tailed godwits nail scrape rose quartz mounds
jack-o'-lantern
usher peeps
at closed
eyes
Date posted : 9 th October 2020
Contest : Double Tetractys 4
Sponsor : Eve Roper
Big Ben is an enormous clock
That has a loud tick-tock
A young man fell off his bike
When he heard that clock strike
As he rode around the block
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