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 #16

elvispen

Iron Poet #16

Meter\Style: Limerick
Keyword\Theme: Elvis

The word “Elvis” MUST be used!


Johnna Murphy

An old woman, quite overzealous
was a rather big fan of Elvis
So she gave it a fling
tried to dance like the King
and ended up hurting her pelvis


Brian Rogers

Now there goes a old man they call Dummkopf
Whose doctor said turn your head and cough
He use to be named Elvis,
Who loved shaking his pelvis
Now hew has no ass to showoff.


As Elvis… by Wes Choc

…on stage he danced with his singing
With racy turns, his waist melodically wringing,
But who’d a guessed
When he undressed
That a shiny guitar would cover his upbringing.


Iron Poet #10

goosepen

Iron Poet #10

Style / Meter: Limerick
Theme / Keyword: Honk
Any form of the word “honk”, synonyms, concepts, etc. may be used.


D. Lee Cox

“Livi’s Pug”

Olivia had a pug who
went by the name of Lulu
Livi gave her a bonk
Lulu snarted a honk
Now Livi’s covered in dog goo

Olvia had a pug who
longed to have thumbs too
she could make a sign
so brightly it would shine
saying “Bow to Queen Lulu”

Olivia had a pug who
kissed her all day through
morning till dinner
she didnt get any thinner
cause Livi is made of sugar-roo!

—–

Alex Grabovskiy

I once met a monk from Versailles
Who lifted his robe past has thigh
And raised his eyebrow so lewd
He made me feel it’d rude
Not to give a honk to his guy

—–

Charles Wesley Choc

“Parking Lot”

The gritty’ol Jeep kept his nightly dreamer
Lit and beeping, pointed toward that sexy Beamer.
But once RV squads faced his horn
Ol’jeepy’s calm was thence reborn
When he was towed toward the honking Stanley Steamer.