Anthony Pierre

Anthony Pierre Nov 2019

Novelty means new
A Poetic Novelty?
Explain this to me!

A Poetic Novelty? Can anyone explain what this mean?

#novelty #poetic #mysterious #haiku #historical #futuristic #simplistic #transformation #epic #saga

Anthony Pierre Nov 2019

On a seaside *****,
there is an old weathered house
resting in its place

Many sun shines alone
burnt, but steadfast to its role
Cool breezes maintained

While angry storms wrecked
a quiet escape it kept
Lightning struck and soaked

The garden lay waste
leaves high, shrubs dried: untended
All unintended

In adversity
this old weathered house stood firm
till its job was done

Now, the sun shines through
a hole for every year passed
and heat pierce its flaws

Tattered windows shut.
Splendid views cannot be seen
like eyes closed to sleep

Garden's lush and groomed
Flowers adorn every niche
Wreaths of perfection

On a seaside *****
there is an old weathered house
resting in her grave

An Old Weathered House

Anthony Pierre Nov 2019

Haiku's Dark Void

Fear not the unknown
Rather, embrace its dark void
In it true self's found.

Haiku's Dark Void. A Journey Towards Self Actualization

#haiku #unknown #darkness #void #self #embrace #actualization #fear #truth

Anthony Pierre Nov 2019

Macabre Swam at ****** Bay

One thousand six hundred and sixty six
none: a salesman, a noble, or a cook
Macabre swam the sea of ****** Bay
In a fleet, the Dutch, French and Britsh he took

A crimson tide soaked the sand to a stain
Great reefs, he made, floating stench of maim
The more Macabre swam for lust of pain
More life, to the vast ocean floor, he claim

Now, three hundred and twenty three years on
Under a full moon in the depth of night
He, Macabre, still swims a ****** Bay
In search of an undaunted soul to fight.

A Personification of Macabre

#macabre #death #war #french #british #dutch #bloodybay #caribbean #tobago

Nov 2019

Ashly Kocher

Falling

The moment when
Everything is
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Apart
But yet it’s
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Right
Into place

Anthony Pierre Nov 2019

A Peculiar Pen's Poem

In the weirdest turn of events that day
As a cop toting guns and pepper spray
I gathered an urge to pen my first ode
In my lunch hour, before hitting the road

To sirens and light of my precinct's space
not a stanza wrote, yet my mind's apace
the pen's the problem; confidence recede
Pondered a visit to a friend, indeed

Thoughtful I'm moving, this old clue I'd act
on Brooklyn's pen thief; kleptomaniac
acquired from him, an ink dipping quill
of Huia birds, still boxed with its bill

Case solved; on the back of the bill it hints
"Dear Mayor, pen's for poems; lead's for thugs."

A Peculiar Pen's Poem...still beating the street
N.B. Huia (pronounced HOO EE UH) birds feathers cost $10,000 a single pluck

#pens #poetry #peculiar #story #cops #thieves #brooklyn #nyc