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Allen Bussell Poem
In memories quiet I hear them...
the whispers, giggles and shhhhh's!
And cracking the door,
through sliver slight,
peer upon eyes wide, bright...
And brobdingnagian smiles white,
though teeth filled not quite
...and happiness is revealed
in the true beauty of
childhood sibling shared.
Copyright © Allen Bussell | Year Posted 2014
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Allen Bussell Poem
Rapier
slender,
steely, swiftly
plunged deeply
where no one had touched, to its hilt you thrust,
embedded...
and then,
silently,
without a whisper,
finishing the deed,
withdrew the dripping blade
And left me to hemorrhage
our tourniquet friends to mend
Copyright © Allen Bussell | Year Posted 2014
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Allen Bussell Poem
A mute cacophony rings between my ears.
The silent dungeonous din of the pelting stone past.
And in that roaring, the hauntings come
and the black dog, waiting, salivating, silently saunters alongside the
specters and, heavy, blankets me in darkness.
Copyright © Allen Bussell | Year Posted 2014
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