The Writings of G. K. Bostic

Tempest tears into flesh of lives like tigers teeth
Into carcass of deer…shredding its frame
Gorging itself with the very heart,
Eating up lives and leaving a jungle with
Remains to be scavenged by starving spirits.

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For Haiku Heights prompt #43 – Heal

Wounds of childhood

bound with gauze of guilt

unable to heal

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So many angry words

Are shouted through tears into

Ears of innocence in miniature mortal,

Through portals, to the core of

Metamorphosing young, warping development,

Predicting perseveration of debasement.



Toxic tyranny begets years of torment…

A son cries in fear

As bellowing frightens and confuses,

And father abuses the one who nurtures,

Who’s the only protection, till she

Needs protecting, not able to shelter

Her young from witnessing ugliness

From growing and learning

What a family is and how it lives



Toxic tyranny begets years of torment…

Teenage boy coercing girl, reliving

Lessons learned in home schooling

From first teacher, man of anger,

Molded in his image, growing to be

Fashioned in father’s form

No escaping prevalent storms within.

Toxic tyranny begets years of torment… 

G. K. Bostic – 5/12/11

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Haiku Heights prompt #42 is ‘Poison’

Spiteful poison pen

Crushes blooming artistry

Quelling potential

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 IRE

Acrostic Only prompt – write an acrostic haiku for “ire”

In fury spring storm’s

rage ruins family’s lives

evoking despair

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Acrostic Only prompt 1 – Single word lines for “Wings”

WINGS 

Waltzing

Into

Nightfall..

Gently

Soaring

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Carry On Tuesday Prompt # 104:  Use all or part of the following lines from Nicholas Breton’s poem, “Phillida and Coridon”:
In the merry month of May
In a morn by break of day

May

Gone the somber days of gray
In the merry month of May
Gone the gloomy ashen skies
Replaced by sun and butterflies

Called by smell of sweet bouquet
In a morn by break of day
I wandered into blossomed field
Allowed my being to be healed

As I shed winter’s cocoon
Knowing it would end too soon
I reveled in the scent and sight
Till morn had morphed to early night.

G. K. Bostic – 5/8/11

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