Shanna Baldwin Moore, US

 

 

Free Verse   black hole   the lady whose step son tried to slit her throat for giving drugs to his little brothers— he's doing time... while she still deals darkly evil woman with dyed black hair hiding all but her beak of a nose she was the siren in Sinbad's journey the temptress that turned men into pigs with a black monkey on her shoulders screeching she wings it sucking men's souls into a black hole           still.........     Three haiku to the Passionfruit   Lilikoi jam tucking your cheeks in lilikoi wine sweet 'n sour she puckers her lips Passion fruit tempest thy tastebuds the tang of the jungle     Haiku   open key tuning banjo picken cowboys of Ka'u     night mist stars dripping from the big dipper     all night rain pattering from leaf to leaf in mornings first rays     Tanka   Pele pumps out lava of iron ore man shapes it & claims ownership in Pele's domain     Cinquain   the land belongs to man only for the harvest from the soil the seeds grow fruitful     ...a sweet ride   the basement apartments two of them flooded below sea level four more above 20 dollars a month walking distance on the breezeway to where I worked The Gas House art director living with the poets their ax to wield of war and the system of things reaching for the stars to touch God's face the H bomb the A bomb the U bomb exploding into the minds of many...they came wanting to see the bards and the Beat generation of Venice Pay a dime ride the tram see the freaks listen to the harrachi’s flappin' on the cobblestone ally fingers snappin' in applause at the Venice West so establishment couldn’t shut us down sold out for dead presidents and Hollywood we left what a sweet ride