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Target of Crossfire

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on June 27, 2019 by dustus

Hurricane like bombhaiku
Razed home we found, framed, & wired

In tent bullets rain

 

Twerk Interrupted

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on June 26, 2019 by dustus

Drunk girl slips
Mid-twerk on bartop
—Grinding halts.
Patrons gawk…
Her get up sloppy, mocked, filmed⁠—
She rumpshakes unphased!

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Shadorma is a 6 line poem (sestet) of Spanish descent with no set rhyme scheme. The shadorma is a syllabic poem with the following structure: 3/5/3/3/7/5

 

Smoky Mountain Haze

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 24, 2019 by dustus

Waterfall rush slakeshaiku
Forge smoke scents Chimney trail brush

Summit peeks through high

 

Sacrificing a Sacred Cow

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2019 by dustus

Trough licked clean
Lathed scythe poised glinting
Bovine lulls
Ruminates…
Not knowing its blood shall let
Their cloudless sky rain

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Shadorma is a 6 line poem (sestet) of Spanish descent with no set rhyme scheme. The shadorma is a syllabic poem with the following structure: 3/5/3/3/7/5

 

Radioactive Water to a Whale

Posted in Poetry, writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2019 by dustus

A Con Artist had sold
Radioactive water to a Whale 
Who then crapped Titanic Turdbergs
So no ships could ever sail

The people were livid
The coastguard got pissed
Nobody could swim
Those turds killed all the fish!

A myriad of sea-life
Suffered mass genocide:
Lobster, otter, shark, crab
All plants & octopi

Manatees…. gone
No turtles survived
Seals chose to cliff-dive
To hasten their demise

This carnage spread far worse than
Any epic algae bloom
Birds perished in mid-air
From mad wafting toxic fume

Tourism soon died
Commercial ports had shut down
& the Con Artist counted (while laughing aloud):
Every last clam that Whale had shelled out–
He hoped to find pearls
Prying open their mouths

As for that sick Whale
While he took his last breath
He knew he’d been poisoned
By the real Moby-Dick