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A Regular Storm
Rolling sky blast beatsLead by taiko clatters and strikes–
Flashes of spot lights
Reveal white, gray, blackened shades
While a deluge cascades
Fat droplets through live oaks.
Cooper Hall, USF, Florida
Monotone sound waves
Bombard the inner drum;
Idle chatter is birdsong
That lightens the mood.
Bracket Traffic
Traffic bracketed between
An accident
And construction
Inch by inch
Every few
Minutes
Move
As I
Cruze comfortably by
A Rock Music History
Alternative and Metal
Musical relatives under
The Rock family.
Great grandfather Blues
The common ancestor
That crossed the pond.
Bluegrass and Folk
Several times removed uncles—
Same Celtic origins.
Avian Leaves
Bluejay fly by
Avian chatter overhead
Gentle breeze settles leaves
Shovel hand
Velociraptor hand
Bent, taut, jerky responses.
Nails shovel and mark
Skin, sheets, book pages.
Sharing the Roads
Connected by rubber and leather
Eyes on asphalt, voices on the phone, ears tune in to the radio.
I vow with all beings
to appreciate the company along the drive
Golden Hoards
Reading of hoards and the Wellton 26
all for college classes.
May the bones rest in the shifting sands
and the spirits unearth the unknown past.
Gaming Poetry
As Night Falls
Gunning across
a square world
as night falls,
past cows and
sheep: headed
for my bed while
hostile mobs awaken
from their day-time
slumber. Simple
in design and
construction, I
am both architect
and builder. Terra-
forming to my needs:
a wheat farm by streams;
storage vault mined
into the mountain-
side so I can hoard
gold, diamonds, coal
iron, emeralds, quartz.
Mines, forests, plains
are my real domains
in this game of
pixels and bits.
A Night In A Village Library
I am an avatar in pixilated
Iron armor, holed up in a village library
While nightmares walk at night.
I create, I destroy the generated
World around my boxy hands and feet.
Teleporting obsidian men carry
Cobblestone, dirt, sand blocks,
Changing this fantasy just like me, altering
The reality until daybreak,
Where “Save and Quit” pauses
This time and The Player
Returns to the circular existence.
When the Creepers Snuck up Behind Me (A series of Minecaft Hiakus)
Exploring mine shafts
Deep underground, torch placings
Light up the railway.
Red stone vein above
Creepers sneak up and explode-
Forced down a ravine
Sentinel mob guards overhead
Two spawned Endermen
Nearby, diamond ores in hand.
Cascading waterfall beside-
A glance to lock eyes
Aggravate both to attack.
Square feet in water
Iron connects, red flashes
Reward: ores and pearls.