Merriam A. Grain

Categoría: Sunday word hunter: poetry and nonsense

  • Ardent

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    Bare legs, Short dress. Flirty transparent, Sun beams enraged then. A hell! Baseball caps and hats, Normally not on sight. The supermarket’s shelves, Replenished with fans, To keep the already stiff-air, Licking humans to surviving grades. Water and ice to rise, Tomatoes red in price. My plants frozen by sizzling waves. I, in underwear waiting…

  • El greco

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    A pyrotechnic display of mightEmerald green ascending blissHis troubled face suffering the agony of skiesHence up and down the bench I went.Closer and further,awed in discovery.It lasted what my pained feet.Indeed the fire etched in my eyes.Ferocious I came to see how much of lifeWithout imagined reality;It comes down crushing minds.Not everyone survives without imposed…

  • Secrecy

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    I wanna know what comes next! But the original novel; Nowhere is. They divided it. Engrossed the thing. Added details that might have not been first in. I groan in need. ¿When, oh when, can I know the end?

  • Jacket

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    Round and deformed, Its red being a challenge of fit. First the back took up a while, Its big b making it un-straight. Then the front wouldn’t reach. Try two acute unmatching halves to make sense. No shoulders to hold, The seams to connect front with rear. Arms too short for sleeves to run along. Sewing by hand,…

  • Línea 102

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    Perpleja, Un error en pantalla. Crítico, por demás. Mi sitio, gagá. ¿Qué arreglar? ¿Dónde descargar? ¿El qué, debería preguntar? ¡Cpanel, ábrete sesámo! La contraseña no es esa. Verdadero hay que marcar el debug, Y la línea 102 del plug-in… ¿Faltan líneas si solo encuentro 70? Descomprimir el achivo zip… ¿En qué carpeta del archivo raíz?…

  • With fault

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    A dream notFor the things that pass down.Perfect?Hell no!For the powder needed in white form.Slightly yellowing inside and…What else?Skin that’s gained experience?Maybe thirty minutes at most,Walking the streets, alone.Lost the speed to run after the bus.Maybe,Just maybe.A bit more than enough.

  • Un poema

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    Apenas nadaApenas cierto.Claro como el cielo. Helado sin prospectos.Atorado en el esófago de aquello.Un guisante en el desierto. Diccionario escaso cuyas páginas en blanco esperan otro día.Otro vistazo que alargue su vida.Pintura derretida o pan de oro según decida.No mi voluntad.Sino tú vista.

  • Ball game

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    Bounce and move, Faster and smooth. Claw on it, Catch the thing. Roll on floor, Destroy! I stare at you, Why aren’t you? Throw it again! Slave. When did she? Again that black being! Back to bed. Await until. Maybe more food on me.

  • Interrupted

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    Late at night?Early at day?What a ridiculous time, 3 am!That’s when he came.Ate and went up to his lare.Wake up time,And the cat was nowhere.

  • Bastards

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    No idea why,Some come to life.They’re weeds through concrete.One day a crack,The next, green by. Some blossom by hearing news.Crude gossip,They persevere without context. Cockroaches,They survive the garbage bin.Pencil scratch,They fatten-thrill.