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Poems by  Edward Gerhardt


We are What we Are
Rage seen Happy walking and smiling,
He ran up to him
and spacked him,
Happy yelled "what are you doing"
and Rage said "your to happy"
Happy responded "but that's my name
that's what I do"
Rage said "well you don't
see me always acting like my name"
Happy said "yes you do
you just spacked me"
and they figured that's where they
get these names

THE KETCHUP CRISIS
A cheese omelete,hashbrowns
with buttery toast,
freshly cut tomatoes

My arm reaches over
to grab empty space,
I can hear my tummy roar,
check cabinets
frigerator
the dog's bowl!
across the floor,
I see a bottle,
feet fly
but to my surprise,
Store Brand,

Passed out in atonishment



RSVP

Sixteen dinner guests invited
by her
not him, sat
on diversified prates around
or squarely at a table displayed
with flowers and catered foods
discussing with mouths full of foolishness
dire straits of worldly affairs
and perhaps, some of their own.
He refused engaging in conversation
their conjectures,
she over much.
Every word, she thought, filled
with sage advice.
The stuffing contained a hint of sage,
-the extent of wisdom offered up-
from seventeen invited
yet,
uninvited guests.

By: Suzzanne (suzz@mwweb.com)


TRUTH WINS


" You're lying!" He cried
smashing his shackled wrists
against the silent cold steel
of a conference table.

" 3 lies!" Spittle sprang
from his mouth and his crazed
demonic glare
turned to stare
into the scared solemn eyes
of the lawyer.

" You seek the truth
from a serial killer?"
His cruel laughter ringing out
that he'd won.
" I'll tell nothing to you."

The lawyer sighed,
" Then judge me also, if you must,
by the truths I've told."

The murder weapon was found
an innocent man
set free
from Death's Row.

By: Suzzanne 


Poems by Steve Archer

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She Slashed at me with
Knife so sharp...Aiming deep, Deep
for mine hapless heart.

Curved was the Knife, I smiled
Savoring the blows
Stolen was my heart, It belonged to Her.

Mine Heart!!
Did I not wonder why?
No, I knew only that she meant to take It.

The time my smile did fail
Fair and Beautiful Kathy stood there
Body at rest, Bold eyes at attention
I sent My soul in apology,
 Mine heart already taken.

But oh it was a cruel sight,
my arms spread wide in acceptance
                  Expectance...
She rained down repeated
slashes that shook my returning soul
For all that, they were but kisses on
my chest and nipples, as she
performed her cruel deed.



"Seeing Nothing but Red"



I snort as rage bunches the muscles in my neck
a toss of my head
     a glint red as blood in my eye,
I charge...
     
     Horns thrust forward aiming to kill
as she
     deftly steps to the side,
a wave of her beautiful red cloak.

I stamp in anger,
     anger of denial
          I charge again.

A silver glint catches my eye
     as her blade is drawn
closer she sighs
     the glint in her eyes blinds me to the blood lust
we both share...
               I and the MATADOR.

I sprint forward and as quickly I stagger.
 
Her thrust more potent than my own,
the blade rises from my rump
     she has wounded my honor.

Another pass and I lie dead or dying
panting and pleading
          waiting for the final strike

seeing nothing
nothing but red

                             End Game
The music fills me
Sweet as Death
Bringing me to my feet
Taking away my breath

I stumble as I try to rise
Death, Glory, And blood
All in mine eyes
Omnipresent in my Dangerous mood

The beat like Blood rushing through my veins
all done in lust, in pain
A culmination of sweet-sweat-salt...insane
The End of the Matadors bloody game..



                        Those Almond Eyes

Distance being the thing
we despise the way it rings
rings so true, unbelievably so
the distance pains me, that I know.

No prayers today
will I give in to say
the will is strong
but the body gives in to your siren song...

The way you shimmer
makes the sun grow that much dimmer
as I hate to give in to the knowing
that it is your smile into which going
would end all
and be all