Best Slingshots Poems

Death whispered my name today,
a soft seductive coo in my ear.
Proceeding onward to invade my very soul;
And over my body,
I felt the creeping cold take hold.

I closed my eyes to join the dance,
the romance of the dead;
Leading me from what I used to be,
into where...

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Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs, ceasing time in a stalemates chest move, slats angles
Become uninclined,...

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A Dragon Squirrel Brigade

Dragon got home from the Army, wanting to be totally, in control.
He wanted to be a Drill Sergeant, to teach the recruits, to be bold.
He gave them all a blankie, and a binkie they could keep, I am told.
They’d throw a rock,...

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On one summer night’s boldest game
We hunted and attacked vicious pirates,
Riding on bubble rafts of spokes and rubber
Our young skin caressed by the velvet air;
This mission devoted for an honored Celtic God.
Yielding our mighty wooden swords,
We protected the river to save the children
From all the...

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"Slingshot"



two morning stars
watch the world
of man collide

two lions roar
one paints the sky 
with tears

the other 
thinks it reigns
winning wars

immersed in blood 
winning souls, covenant
two morning stars

one bright 
the other 
feels no shame

both roar
with open jaw 
there is life to gain

hearing 
man’s fall
answering bad dreams

waiting for...

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I was a prophet, wrapped in my mothers arms
brightest eyes that saw a darkened world
my brother was the halo figure, a golden arm for slingshots
a temper to smash his own fist against a brick wall
we wept in time with the funeral march 
as our mother...

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Let me tell you a story about a dog named Sam
Sam was a basset hound of most dubious origins
He had a huge ugly wart on his back, not so glam,
A neighborhood dog, at supper he went about foragin’.
Everyone loved Sam with his happy-go-lucky demeanor
He always...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element 
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Snickering Bastards     

Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite sex worker cyborg prototype grown by the Non Sequitur Corp...

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Evil is incremental
One bullet after another
And after another
And after another
Until there’s a blister
On my trigger finger
Where there used to be a wet print
Of a little kiss
Transplanted to my little girl’s cheek
Before I left for work
This morning,

She’s sound asleep in bed
With the spring birds singing
Through her...

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Belle, so starry; a growing mystery but you always meant love to me
a butterfly, please remain but I'll let you fly away when you're ready
It's suddenly slipped my mind what I'm supposed to say
this life is a roller coaster, an unpredictable disaster
but that's irrelevant to...

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Playing hopscotch upon the stars
Planets stare in awe at the child
Capturing the universe in a jar

Lassoing moonbeams, future rays of hope
To illuminate all dark and dreary nights
So his creation finds a way to cope

With Pluto  in his slingshots aim
He slams it into Mars
Mixes dust...

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why yellow flowers
        Are so afraid of the wind...?
        And the ripe fruits
        so afraid of slingshots... ?

      ...

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The brotherhood of man 

 When he came into the hall, his brother came down
the stairs, he had forgotten to buy milk
Outside, guns blasted his brother fragmented to 
a hail of noise and blood on splattered asphalt.
The soldiers, in a killing mood, shot into the...

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I had fun brushing the sky, with its impeccable blue,
then a sweep here and there of cloud’s silvery lining.
A few waffled spots amplified the intensity of hue.

Screws lightly driven at the base, release grassy knots.
A verdant green tenderly arcs toward the florid intimacy.
The blades of...

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In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil. No sweet crude runs beneath its ground, but a gentle...

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