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gathering and bruising typhoon rain
purrs the pain
jumping off the tracks blind locomotive train
wreck to maime
blooding noses quicker than white caine
ignorance pickled conductors always feign
with hands stained red from another man's ration of grain
predictable as the charted tides of Maine
mismatching words and actions lead the cause of insane
intent should be printed clear and plain
January 12, 2021
Suzette Prime Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
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Inside a musical box
Synchronized to the rhythm as sly a fox
Twirls a dancer without socks
More natural than a salmon becomes lox
Mesmerized by tiny feet so deep it shocks
The ignorant fixate to mock
But are hypnotized faster than a joke can knock
Beware bare sheep for the Shepard controls the flock
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Faster than a precipitous squall, ivy spreads and climbs the wall. It's quarried a landlocked structure in Nepal. Through the cracks wails an ominous battlefield call. The preamble of turnacets tied tight by medics to stall as profanities ptyalise saturating gauze deep red with gall. Hanging the jaws in fascinated appall , rubberneckers congest the receiving friends' line snaking down the hall. Perturbation too thick to order from short to tall, the shoulders stacked by chaos wearing a one size fits all shawl. So barbwire a must install to tear then rake camouflaged skin off words that underneath crawl. To limit the insidious minifies the onslaught threatening to befall. Protecting the house sometimes requires merciless law taking only two at high noon to draw.
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The land of paths interwine
Curving around a bent fork's tine
Run Interstates straight as a spine
While backroads weave in and out of the pines
Through God's country rolls highway number nine
Snaking the mountain like a kuduz vine
And in between those lines
Wraps the air that feels greater than fine
A perfect blend of salt to sugar brine
Fried chicken and watermelon red ripe to the rind
Atop granny's quilt bare feet dine
Skin warmed by the slant of sunshine
The quintessential southern combine
Rare is this kind of divine
A wholly sky with stars align
Unnecessary is any type of redesign
All the water has turned to wine
Anything and everything one can opine
Without fear of being judged asinine
A saturated love breaking what confines
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