bountiful harvest
By Frank F. Atanacio, 2nd Mar 2011 | Follow this author
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The murder-suicide was complete,
with a posthumous note of confession
tied to the victim’s feet....
Bountiful Harvest
The murder-suicide was complete,
with a posthumous note of confession
tied to the victim’s feet,
almost as if it were tagged,
the unidentified victim was bound
and gagged
in the trunk of an airport rental car,
a wretched piece of work,
a case file that didn’t go far,
the detective closed his eyes
as he just sat,
not even brushing away the flies,
as they landed on the brim of his hat,
death reaped the bountiful harvest
and simply got fat.
Reality Just Went Insane *2
The wind caused a dramatic thrill,
at the end of the alley
the shadow stood still,
then suddenly,
it would ripple in the horrific wind,
blending in and out of the night,
sometimes bright,
then silver like rain,
against the moonlight,
a voice rising in pain,
hopeless, false and distant,
so reality just went insane.
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3rd Mar 2011 (#)
Mysterious poem!
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3rd Mar 2011 (#)
I now I repeat this a lot to you but, you are just darn good. I always enjoy your work/art.
Thank you for sharing.:)
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5th Mar 2011 (#)
I don't understand the two poems on the same page--????
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25th Mar 2011 (#)
two for the price of one LOL not bad Atanasio
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