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Best Poems From
DONNA QUESINBERRY
(06/05/1957)
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Jon's Faire
Twine and cord
grappled with it all day
walked the dog
remembered-
mothers reproach
an echo
permanently captured porch
then ledge.
Steaks thawed.
Dual dining
with singular exclamation,
no appetite will
go undone-
he's unleashed.
Focused on Sony Playstation
moment of
the gift.
Mary's acid played
an Oasis tune on repeat
twenty dollars
hard and worked savings to
count on. Mary, mother.
Calls-rings-busy.
She leaves a message
someone else's line handles the blame.
Pledge-dusting done.
Plaque reads: good son
grandma rests next door.
Grass blows sweet
anchored with salty water
oak leans close.
Sony people linger
view new neighbors
readings
names, dates, history.
Warning them to go easy
bringing clouds down
sending their son home.
Donna Quesinberry
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Nosferatu's Male Lament
canines puncture flesh
with instrumental precision.
a quick rip-
a slighted tare-
as loves energy bursts open wide.
it's a course...
pulse quickens, as a tawdry
lamentation faithfully wields
a fixated pupil-
a convert defiled-
as this feast satisfies hunger.
its an act...
provocation heals no wounds
viral exchanges seed depths
a delivery-
a release-
as a refreshing reawakening
its an era
and theres no trail of blood
Donna Quesinberry
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Omens and Soothsayers
Further compilation in the bucketman series, and lovelorn praise...
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an immigrant never
can hide his ignorance,
nor ability to garner
the pretext of the chameleon.
small revelries of conquest
are malfescent applications,
most often applied by the
tormented mind recompensing
evils of tortures past. and
exchanges no longer innocent
are decorated as benefactors,
when they are agendas.
where missions no longer
prevail. his untruths, mostly
inflictions of self pity, remain
driving martyrs raping faith
and loyalty. while as the voyeur
he rests on intimate theories
never requesting recompense,
and devouring love with self hate.
landing hard on shallow timbers,
alone, we stem glassware,
frozen in empty chests. medals
strewn like past remnants. photos
molding from misuse. and the
one light that shone he sheared
piercingly, through thrusts of
laughter, devoid of conscience
then claimed foul toward her heart.
dawn does not break, nor lite the
dark, it sets only to rites the
fables of men to women. omens
and soothsayers direct him now.
she is victorious in that resolve.
his heart, pierced, with her blood
coursing through his veins
he can no more forget-
than not breathe.
Donna Quesinberry
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Random Writers
hands play
keys hard
banging
jelly rolls
thighs beat
marmalade rump
tap
beat
di - lay - shun
di - lay - shun
pupils
focused
on vintage
window
staring
fixated
on crinkly skin
saged harlequin
osmosizes
beat
revelations
in silence
slaps knees
palmy,
creak toes
keeps tune
without motion.
di - lay - shun
di - lay - shun
hands playing keys
bang hard
jelly rolls rump
marmalade thighs tap
beats
9 hundred 32 dayed
wisdom gatherer
focused dialationed pupil
at vintage window
stares
fixated without motion
on crinkly skin
16 thousand 262 dayed
saged harlequin
osmosizes
visionary revelations
lessons in silence
slaps knees palmy,
creaks toes
keeps tune.
Donna Quesinberry
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