I joyfully beat out my word syllables
as if I am a professional drummer
thumping my way into the Amazon
I am doing the thumping bumping rabbit hop
I jump and bounce, no place to stop
My feet are wiggling, my tail is jiggling
My hair is flinging around like a mop
You cannot stop me, I have to move and groove.
The rabbit understands the weird ways I move.
We dance the wiggle jiggle and love it so!
I take my rabbit partner wherever I go.
SEIGE
Rifle fire. Breaking glass. The hotel screams.
Heart thumping against my ribs and chest,
I note the shooting direction.
Cops taught me that, last time.
Or was it the one before?
I’m up to number four.
My best friend , ashen- faced, rushes towards
the main entrance . No, wait, Danny, wait!
But he flees, risking a fusillade of bullets.
I take a chance on the side door. Rip off my red Tee Shirt.
Bright colours attract attention. Scale a wall, that was close.
Blood drips from my hand.
Superficial scratch, not worth a mention.
Running barefoot, I zig-zag, along the beach.
It’s dense with smoke. Zing of gunfire, acrid
air. I gasp for breath.
A rat on the run, I grab likely shelter, a drain.
Shouts, shots, boots running past.
It’s cramped , damp and mouldy.
One hour? Two? Who knew.
The stutter of gunfire and sirens fade
into the slosh of waves, the cry of a gull.
Trembling, I slither to the entrance.
Fumble for the phone. Dial my best buddy.
Danny doesn’t pick up.
My anger boils deep down inside.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Hot blood flowing vie chamber to chamber…
Thumping heart beats vexed closer to danger…
Drinking in downpouring tears and cries.
Yet I smile with sparkling eyes.
Pissing out vengeance, bourbon and wine.
Bowels rumble loudly from the hate I dine.
Hands wipe away sweat of brood and brine.
Cap rim shadows inhuman thoughts of mind.
Gut pit energy peaking and on the rise.
Yet I still smile with sparkling eyes.
Guard my steps' quick smooth strides.
Make not my eyes deem you unwise.
she still has a stall
at the local market
she's the archetypal
structure of a
farmer's
daughter
she has the best
watermelons
in town
seedless
no less
i love
to test
their
ripe
ness
May you be honed
and strengthened
by the humiliation
of occasional defeat.
Yet, in triumph,
may you shun urges
of chest-thumping
arrogance and conceit!
What Am I
**********
Dad, thumped a warning!
Silence, now pronounced.
Smelt, a red patch crawling.
A future death announced!
What am I?
The field dead, now haunted.
The thumping did suffice.
The patch stood, up sauntered.
A thumping way of saving life!
What am I?
Thumping Hilary
Hillary had thought trash of Donald Trump
And prayed him, that America should dump
She spent time on the jabber
That he was a ‘Pee’ grabber
The election came; Trump gave her a thump!
July 4, 2017
Don’t know if I want to
Don’t know if I want to be there
Don’t know whether you are going to be there
Why do you ask for something when you are not prepared to give?
I don’t know
Somehow this heart is touched in its fragile part
And it does not want to break
Let’s see if it can be repaired
Don’t know how long it will take
But sure it will take some time
Is it still functioning?
Questionable
But it’s still pumping
So I guess
Prepare for a marathon?
No chance
ha
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