Shovel – #Cinquain, #GarlandCinquain, #TankaTuesday

close up environment flora ground

Shovel
Burdensome soil
Outta Almighty’s Earth.
Hopin’ God forgivin’ sinners
Tonight.

Bury
Secrets away –
Your misbegotten corpse
Ain’t welcome Earthside anymore,
Dead-ite.

Scumbags
All disappear
Using death’s hideaway.
I simply advocated you
Hurry.

Safety
Remains below.
Villains turned corpses
Ain’t sabotaged anyone yet,
Capisce?

Second
Coming even
Ain’t gonna awaken
Boogeymen entombed far below,
Sucker.

Shovel
Secrets away –
Using death’s hideaway
Ain’t sabotaged anyone yet,
Sucker.

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I’m baaaaack and responding to prompts! Hope you like this first bad boy fresh out of the oven and written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #151, Dig and Grave. Synonyms are in bold.

Now, before you think I cheated too much with renaming the first word, “Shovel” is a tool while a “sucker” is also a tool. Get it? Anyway, all the renaming at the last line is very slanted, possibly too far twisted, but I found the choices clever enough within my own head.

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Without Maelstrom Within – #Cinquain

crystal christmas

Contempt
With wintertime
And glaciated nature
Foments frustration, misery,
Anguish.

Snowfall:
Quiet prison.
Electric lighting dies.
Crackling fireplace thwarts darkness’s
Power.

Burning
Logs disappear.
Crescive inner maelstrom
Assembles monsters in shadows.
Scared.

Escape
Winter’s fury!
Frostbitten fingers, toes.
Neighbor’s candlelight so cruelly…
Distant.

Contempt
Quiet prison
Crescive inner maelstrom
Only forgiveness comforts the
Distant.

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This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday #120 – Cold and Storm.  Without a doubt, this is the hardest poem I’ve written yet – whew!  

Also, something I am proud of – I took the picture!