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Very Short Poems
Shortpoems
Cherry Blossom, April 2003 Fresh blossoms.
No thought of falling.
Behind closed eyelids,
Smoke.
Odysseus on Delos The quick flames eat.The white ash feathers to the sky.
The light pours down, as light
On Ida and on Samothrace descended,
Lucidities of light to make more pitiless
All deeds of daylight.
Warpoem Nausica. The daughter of a king.Dreams of the pulse of a beating moth.
Dreaming of dolphins leaping and turquoise tiles.
Nausica earnest as Odysseus tells his stories:
How swords gashed echoes from the sky,
How heroes clashed, and one narneked the other,
Gorbelled his skull, trophated his endention,
Debaunched his orchids, and called forth
The hidden pitches of panic
Out from their lair of bones.
Warpoets The warpoets are singingOil, profit, peace, power,
Sweet lubrication,
Pumping in through the back border,
Drive-in window war.
Raw Materials A to be B to be CTo be progress be D to be E to be F
To be G to be H to I to be J - We have jumped to the future,
We have past-tensed the war,
We are still at the startline but we did win the race.
K to be K to be L to be B -
He's sweating, he's bleeding, he's kicking to C -
But we did win the war, we were M, we were N,
The spinfocus grinfocus mandered a win,
We were O, we were P, we were Q, we were R,
He is bone, he is blood, he is buried, he's dead,
But our flag's on the S, we're ahead of the game,
It's a game boy, a wargame, a deathgame, a joy,
It's a T, it's a U, it's a V, it's a -
Stumble ....
Where is my W?
Why are you looking at me like that?
I want X, I want Y, I want Z,
Home, scott free.
Poetrywriter Hugh Cook was born in Britain but educated in Britain, so you can count him as a British poet or a New Zealand poet - that's up to you. He currently lives in Japan.