Non Poetry Posts from the Suddenly Thread

[Maria2394]

One Shot Kill

with meticulous care,
he examines his round
then loads one shell.
firmly seating the bolt.

with a discerning eye
he selects his target,
difficult,
but within his range.

he lays his sights
on the distant range
eyes peer down
long cold steel.

with a deliberate motion
he flips from safe to fire.
breath in, breath out,
breath in, hold.

the silence breaks
to a rifle crack.
a single shot,
a single kill.

slowly he rises
from his chosen spot
approaching his target
approaching his kill.

he smiles with pride
at the perfect shot
he shoulders his rifle
and goes to show his dad.

another dead feral tin can.

love that sense of humor

 

[Angeline]

My mother mourned the death of the novel,
While my father was crazy for days
Stacking bodies in a haze of heat and death.
No one writes poems about how hard
It is to get the stink of your friends
Out of clothes, or mind.
He saw men hung by the neck,
Decorating with chains tall trees that
Never knew Christmas.

Bullets and beer were courting gifts
From suitors too young to know exactly what
Should be done with a girl like Liberty.
Someone mentioned she was a bitch,
Who oughtta get fucked on top of dead bodies.
Dad just wanted to go home and sleep for years,
Forget about organizing organs under a hail
Of gunfire, on the hillside, sweating and wondering,
“Will he live? Will he live?”

What happened to the distance runner my grandma
Talks about with a smile that’s painted on a funeral?
Where, the clean cut boy who held the
State record, if only for two hours and four minutes,
Forty-two-point-oh-five seconds? He came home to a cane
That became a wheelchair, screaming nights,
a brief coke habit that left him brittle and thin.
There ain’t no purple heart for getting your
Soul shot off, or learning to stare at an unseen horizon.

Though “It don’t mean shit” isn’t much of a foundation,
it’s all he had to give me, along with a few
dirty jokes and a taste for Oreos with my beer.
It’s not hard to figure out why he laughs at it,
I guess. Medication makes that sort of thing easier,
Burying memories with chuckles,
Nightmares with trazodone,
Gone, but not forgotten, I hear and wonder if they mean
The soldiers, or the fight. He still won’t watch war movies.

Sing on, poet. There's music and beauty in this song.

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

 

[Tathagata]

where are the clowns


porcelain pieces
decorate lush carpet
fragmented remainders, reminders of
broken childhood
memories collected like raindrops
on tongues of innocence
painted brightly are smiles,
masking secrets,
sorrows weight recognized
as colors run south,
sad faces painted, collected too,
telling the truthful nature of floppy feet make-up.
pulling my treasures from rubbermaid safe,
unpealing with ink covered fingers,
i too shed my covering,
robe lays empty revealing my shame,
as i rain saddness
on a lifetime collection.
shattering rage,
colliding with brick like screams in echoing canyon.
sharp edges slice open
bleeding a lifetime of disillusionment.
i pull another, unwrapping illusions
phantoms of a little girls dreams
reality's ceramic crush.
gone now is my collection
and the need to display,
mascarading carnival bozo's
what remains are the pieces,
a super glued life exsisting in a world
where fading glimpses
of your loving arms linger.

~hugs~

 

[tarablackwood22]

it matters not

belief is not the dreaming
change is simply
moving on

They gave us their feet.........and we walk.

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

 

[tarablackwood22]

edited off.

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

 

[eagleyez]

something in the aire pulls words
tatoo
henna
moon
sun

trying to fing find the connection between the four

it is august
I never knew you in august

springtime swallowed you whole greedy
bitch flowered petaled rain soft soil
called you in
said fiftty springs with those eyes
you have had your share
and
we have prepared youwell

prepared for proper dispersal

through time through time through time

ive read this aloud and its marvelous.

 

[Tathagata]

those fools who resisted
must watch
as her waves stir
on both shores
arms reaching to me
as I balance the rail
her fever rising in the wake
of her belly
mouth speaking in invitation.

the soft seduction
of hello.

I love it all, but these two verses, an invitation to " sin" by jumping??
I'm probably reading it wrong but " balancing on the rail" and the "hello" almost as though she " calls " him

reminds me of an old song called " Endless Sleep"


Just an observation...
Carry on

 

[Tathagata]

double post

 

[PatCarrington]

I love it all, but these two verses, an invitation to " sin" by jumping??
I'm probably reading it wrong but " balancing on the rail" and the "hello" almost as though she " calls " him

reminds me of an old song called " Endless Sleep"


Just an observation...
Carry on

tathagata -- the "sin" of suicide / it is still very much a work in progress


pat

 

[Tathagata]

tathagata -- the "sin" of suicide / it is still very much a work in progress


pat

sin because she is a " whore"...

Too much coffee for me I think
Sorry

I like it so far

 

[Tathagata]

arghhhhh

 

[*Catbabe*]

arghhhhh

Oh!! I love this. The way you use the extra letters to express your frustration. It's a work of art. Let me know when you submit the final version

 

[Tathagata]

Oh!! I love this. The way you use the extra letters to express your frustration. It's a work of art. Let me know when you submit the final version

LOL
if there's one thing i know...it's frustration




smart ass

 

[*Catbabe*]

*g*

You should try my method. When frustrated go find a cute monkey to pick on-it works quite well.


Can I kiss up now and say that your last post had some interesting lines?

 

[Tathagata]

*g*

You should try my method. When frustrated go find a cute monkey to pick on-it works quite well.


Can I kiss up now and say that your last post had some interesting lines?

I AM the cute monkey


and thank you
kissing up accepted

 

[*Catbabe*]

I AM the cute monkey


and thank you
kissing up accepted

You're very welcome. You better stop calling yourself cute though...or people are gonna start to talk.

 

[Tathagata]

You're very welcome. You better stop calling yourself cute though...or people are gonna start to talk.

Well according to Eve I'm a butt picking monkey...that's cute isn't it??
Or am I in denial again??

 

[*Catbabe*]

Accck. Just go back to being just a cute monkey ...the other one brings up pictures that nobody wants to have flashing in their heads.



I am off to cut my grass poetically. Don't ask me what that means... Have a good morning T.

 

[Tathagata]

Accck. Just go back to being just a cute monkey ...the other one brings up pictures that nobody wants to have flashing in their heads.



I am off to cut my grass poetically. Don't ask me what that means... Have a good morning T.

Gotcha


have a great day
good to see you again
catbabe

 

[Tathagata]

Stalking -
the modern way to show affection,
love, devotion,
mild interest,
hate,
anything
& everything inbetween.
Thank you for stalking
for taking the time.
Luring me here
inspiring me.
To stalk is to care...
what a wonderful world this is.




Psst...Hey BlueskyBeauty

Lol
nice one

 

[BlueskyBeauty]

Stalking -
the modern way to show affection,
love, devotion,
mild interest,
hate,
anything
& everything inbetween.
Thank you for stalking
for taking the time.
Luring me here
inspiring me.
To stalk is to care...
what a wonderful world this is.




Psst...Hey BlueskyBeauty