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  Best Poems From
  DONNA QUESINBERRY (06/05/1957)
 
 
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  13.     

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.

it’s an act...

provocation heals no wounds
viral exchanges seed depths
a delivery-
a release-
as a refreshing reawakening

it’s an era

…and there’s no trail of blood
 
Donna Quesinberry
   
 

   
   
 

  14.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  15.     

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
   
 

   
   
 

  16.     

Raspberry Gardens

~another bucketman series~..


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the week was dry
without whit, she

misses humor in
the mundanity

of modern dwelling.
thinking the rustic

life may be the
more illustrious

after all this social
experimenting and

clammoring to the
new heights, perhaps

the obillisk with the
small cottage and

two acres, like kernals,
would be the wiser

stimulation. where
clothes could be

dropped for a balmy
steam in the outdoor

sweathouse for family
or close friends with

vodka all around
one, two, three shots

then basking by firelight
at the end of a 'day'

of tilling owned earth.
would have merit.

the blackberry gives
her sore tendons.

like the swell after a
romp on the keyboard

battling words for the
merriment of unknown

souls or soldiers, who
are wrecking their toils

on humanity. the earnest
buck, somehow shot

for his rack. to hang
on walls with decals

and profane misalignments
the faked photos with

handshakes and leers
from sidelines. of those

jealous souls. to labor
at the earth and shake

her roots. would somehow
be beneficial. and maybe

a little paint and dabbling
with herbs would satisfy

what she has become.
 
Donna Quesinberry
   
 
 
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