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Haiku, then ‘knackard’

by ZacharyWGilbert

White fog blanket,

soothing silence envelopes,

a red heart glow.

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In Colorado, we don’t say ‘knackard’.  In fact, I have never heard anyone the United States ever say that.  So, my dearest reader friends, I shall for your viewing pleasure, play with the word phonetically, as it could possibly be used in various parts of the US.   Many of my favorite authors have a well read educated narrator, but when the characters speak, they ‘live in their world’.  This is my humble attempt at some characters speaking within ‘their world’  (try and guess the accent regions in the comments section.  Also, may help to read aloud)

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“Days cops duhn caught may!   Course fore dey did, I dun run drunk and knackard for three blocks.”

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“Yeya deh doc.  I fell and spilled my cwoffee, and I thank I got my knackard.”

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“Wyatt, you still diseased?”

“Nahh, cured.”

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

Silently Serve, Silently Die

by ZacharyWGilbert

Roots, like hearts are hidden,

under where people blindly step.

The fruit on the tree is made,

nourished, and sacrificed for

by that, which is unseen.

Not until the soil is dead,

and all the water is drank, dry,

does the fruit tree tip over,

and the broken heart leak,

and shows what layed silent

under the feet of fools

a inverted crown of roots,

snap,

an abused highway of veins,

strangles,

the dying servant

kissed  by fire,

turned to ash,

before the empty sockets,

of starving eyes.

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

Lights, eaten by Blindness

by ZacharyWGilbert

His selfish gray eyes,

are shut tight, as he

chews upon my ears.

Turned the wrong way,

his dead gray eyes,

see only the inside of

himself, inside HIS head.

Willfully blind to the world,

the warm glow,

close light of others,

is only distant darkness,

lost, from his shut gray eyes.

Complaining, griping, insulting,

he chews down candled souls,

the light is squelched,

lost in his wet jaws.

with eyes turned inward,

and a gut that will never satisfy.

One by one,

the lights fade,

With gray eyes turned,

into himself, in anger

he calls out,

his voice echoes

in lonely darkness

and he sees only,

the inside of himself.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert