WRITING 201 : DAY 04 : “COBRA” – CONCRETE POEM, ENJAMBMENT

you stand like a pole with blown head

ready to strike and spit venom to enemies

in a fast striking minutes they are dead

but against man,

you’re dead with a pistol or gun

Y

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stand like a pole

with    blown    head

ready to strike and spit

V       E        N        O       M

t o   e    n   e  m  i  e  s

I  n  A   F   A   S   T

striking

minutes

t  h  e  y

a r e

dead

b  u  t

against

m  a  n

You’re

dead

with

A

pistol

or   gun

.

“BLACK STALLION”

This was my first choice to be my Concrete Poem on day 04. But i’m having serious thought on how i could do it. So i changed it. But still i will publish it as a regular piece. so here it is…

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stallion, black as a charred coal

pack with power, always running with a goal

in the field, he behaves like a gallant warrior

in the stable, resting like a whore

delivering a speed, faster than a machine

the origin, not known where he had been

in ancient times, knights had bravely ridden

in one’s mind, he has been a dream, hidden

–oOo–