Iron Poet #23

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Iron Poet #23

Style / Meter: Free verse
Theme / Keyword: superstition

The word “superstition” does not have to be used, but if used as a theme it must be obvious.


untitled ~ D Lee Cox

momma makes a potion
bug juice and calamine lotion
in a peculiar motion
to ward away a demonic notion
about to
craze the back of my hand
skin might find
ways to take off and land
thin white rind
stays upon the dram
and I fall
deep
into her arms

The Receding Spirit ~ Matt Henderson

Born on a Wednesday
under a red sky morning
the grinning old midwife unwrapped
the cord from my neck
my light blue lips fluttered
they say she dropped her scissors
on the gritty planked floor
and said an old Welsh curse, took a drink
from a flask she produced out of nowhere
whipped out a knife
and cut me free
then howled with laughter that shook her bones
crooked and disjointed

Superstitions now surround us all
a bundle of feathers and piercing cries
in the night
sorceresses and symbols of magic
pure vision to perversion– the sleight of hand illusion
the brujo, the shaman, the tribal elder
recede into the corners of the world taking with them
the true spirit
replaced by the flicker rate media program
the politician
the liars all
even the priest with a boney hand on the plate and one under a robe
shake and rattle the bones, stir the soup, repeating formulaic prayers
spin, spin, spin—sell it to the fool—give it to their children
until they are hooked
the uninitiated see no difference
a sweeter drink goes down easy and the poison settles in
a sad time for the wicked, the blind, and the willing programmed
they get the same results
in Washington D.C.,  in London, and in Rome
so together they convulse in fits
of lunatic laughter that fill the grove
and they dance upon the waiting graves of the broken walking dead.

Believing Blindly ~ Nerisha Kemraj

Supernatural forces brought to life
By those who believe
Ghosts roaming cities,
Spirits guiding us through the night

Kissing dice for good luck,
avoid walking under a ladder
Friday the thirteenth, beware
Urban legends

Superstitious thoughts
For us to make sense
Of things we cannot explain
Or don’t want to…


Iron Poet #22

ashesheart

Haiku Humpday

Meter / Style: Haiku

Theme / Keyword: Ashes


Loss ~ Sean Bracken

Over the ashes of a now ruined city
The moon looked down with no pity
At the loss of all mankind’s humanity

Nerisha Kemraj

Fire burning light
Golden Leaves all crunch beneath
Ashes, on feet

Matt Henderson

incense–sweet smoke rise
midnight on we burn and glow
dawn, it’s sleep…and ash

D Lee Cox

ashes to ashes
its how we all did fall down
ignoring the keep

Maureen Lauter

Life burnt passionately, now
White powder crumbling
Only memories of heat.


Iron Poet #21

uberpenIron Poet #21

Style / Meter: Limerick
Theme / Keyword: Über

The word “Über” must be used – it does NOT have to refer to the car ride service.


fall out ~D. Lee Cox

such sweet and cool autumn weather
my pores can fondly remember
so its uber upsetting
as i sit here sweating
on alas, the second of november

The Girl ~ Nerisha Kemraj

There was once a very young girl
Who found herself lost in a mill
She flagged down an uber
Who then took her to her
House on the haunted hill

Uber Lieutenant ~ Sean Bracken

There once was an Uber Lieutenant
Who trained with a very fine regiment
While defending the Rhine
He stepped on a mine
and left nothing behind but trace elements.

The Empty Bag ~ Wes Choc

Little Larry’s lisping linguistics persisted ’till his lips dried out…
Grasping lasting stickiness with a chomping tongue tied tout.
But glazing uber and under his eyes lingering closed
Lay artificially crusted chunks from gums predisposed
To gobbling …all… Halloween bounty from a ‘take’ without doubt.