A poetic short sword, to freely cut, chop or stab in hand-to-hand combat with my rats. (©, copyright, auteursrecht).
See how dawghs dem
Tail betwin dem paws
Flee under da house
Refuse to come out?
Look how day lite
Back dung over land
Behind mountain
Sky black as nite
Even fowl cock
Him ah shut up tite
Oh Lawd, oh Lawd
Wha happenin!
Run chile, run!
You’re currently reading “Stormy Winds,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
8.26.12 / 10am
fabulous!
8.26.12 / 11am
Thanks, Sharmishtha!
8.29.12 / 10am
your poems give a feeling of absolute originality- uniqueness.
8.29.12 / 10am
That’s a big compliment! Thanks, Sharmishtha! I think that essence and originality are very important ingredients when cooking up a poem. 🙂
8.29.12 / 10am
i agree. i read so many poems each day, but the way of your writing is truly unique and attractive. it catches the full attention.
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