The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.
Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end
In its own time!
The Abominable Snowman
May try to melt into obscurity,
Yeti remains a glittering star
On the ecological ladder,
After a very, very long climb.
Yes indeed:
Bigfoot is a leg-end
In its own time!
Jenna reported an omen
The Abominable Snowman
Snuck into Soup Creek
And just like a Greek
Tom's Marmite filled its abdomen
and it grew, and it grew, and it grew!
I had heard that the professor from Xanadu was a bit eccentric.
Try eclectic, pink kangaroo corrected me. I screamed for my muse.
Trixie did not arrive right away. She has a distorted sense of humor.
She teases me with weird creatures which do not belong in my head.
They pop up in a most wondrous way. Ha! I am kidding of course.
This Neanderthal kangaroo was poking around in her own pouch.
Why me? I asked. Are all muses this inventive and peculiar?
Whomp! Something large and awkward jumped on my back.
My muse Trixie sometimes hires assistant muses to help torment me.
One muse is not enough to torture me I guess? This was a gigantic yeti.
I yelled “Trixie!. The yeti mimicked me. My anger so deep it was tangible.
Just what I needed, an abominable snowman with a mean streak.
Let me guess, a snickering voice said from the corner of the bookshelf.
“Your poems are questionable tonight, and you are blaming me.”
I saw the yeti wink at her, so I did not take the bait.
Her participation in my next poem is solidly questionable now.
The depth, the depth, the depth of snow
up to my ankles
up to my knees
up to my elbows
buries me
like the abominable, the abominable snowman
I charge, I charge from the bank
kids scream
dogs bark
adults roll their eyes
onto sleds, onto sleds
go their eyes
go their barks
go their screams
Their screams, their screams
on a snow-scented day
on powdery foray
a time to play
In depth, in depth, in depth of snow
away
we
go
10/26/2020
Winter is like a refrigerator gone haywire
Which arrives on the heels
of an Abominable Snowman
The display blinking as ice crystals
Showing off her freezing prowess
Scaring the timid into calling in sick
Terrified of black ice or their insurance rates rising
When they slide into a semi on their way to work.
Winter is softened a bit by Kwanza, Hanukah and Christmas
But only a tiny bit, for we are still leery
of getting frostbitten toes
if we get locked out
and we are scared to death there might not be a Santa Claus
or that we were bad enough to get only coal this year.
Winter makes me smile
as her ice cubes drop with loud angry cracking sounds
as we scrape off our windshields.
That iceberg epidermal cold wasn’t skin mythical
Mean vanilla bean uttering
was hardwood cord,
like a pirate plank board
Arctic words, cryo breath abominable —
Crystalline cruel viper vapor
violently falling like blizzard snow
Sub-zero white noise,
so cottonmouth cold-blooded,
is middle finger digital flooded
Building virulent cell blocs of ICE
at an igloo separation insane, inhumane price
Listen to the avalanche wind
dog whistling
Feral language twas cold Siberian
Abominable Snowman
loves speaking haughty Himalayan
Yeti frostbite send
is how the ICE Age extinction began
Such an Ivory behemoth clone
with a detestable heart tone,
so pachyderm pulse bitter cold to the bone
Seeking a Caucasian occasion
to angrily sound the Aryan alarm
That code blue-eye speech: Antarctica chill sensation
got cadaver cold, flatline charm
And the snow globe tears ain’t melting,
while the icy fear remains frozen
Abominable Snowman
frostily says, color blind fools
ain’t got a Hades snowball chance
Yeti still don’t demise know,
a warm aurora glow
was rainbow halo sent in advance
Nessie lifted her head today for just a second.
I saw it, and thought ‘there she is!’ black skinny neck.
Black face, looked dinosaur-like. I ran flat out toward her.
Was it the “real” Nessie?
She dove down hard, did a disappearing act.
I lifted my green wading pool, looking underneath.
Thinking there was going to be a deep cavern,
But there was nothing but wet leaves and brown earth.
“Looking for a drain were you?” A snotty voice said to me.
I looked up into the eyes of a smug, irritating arch-enemy.
Dhramned Abominable Snowman! Out of all the stalkers in
The world, why did he have to be mine?
With years of mind numbing digging
Persistence pays off with time
I would almost call it a living
This life long search for the treasure of rhyme
Harder to track than the abominable snowman
Slippery than that monster in Loch Ness
More cunning than Jack the Ripper trailing a stripper
Is the hidden rhymes elusiveness
I've been from one end of the lobe to the other
In the deep dark recesses of the mind
Hoping to finally discover
Where it has hidden the pockets of rhyme
When I discover it I'll come back victorious
I will then share with poetry my find
The words that I use will be various
As I open to all the treasure of rhyme
THE ABOMINABLE SNOWMAN
it started out white
but the late snow was weeks old.
results were a fright –
those red pepper lips, corn teeth,
tomato ketchup eyes,
the tire-track forehead,
the oil and grit in his cheeks –
my roadside snowman.
and those dried apricot ears
been in the pantry for years
abominable! –
chest a tattered cardboard box,
gloves were threadbare sox
on discarded broomstick arms –
my roadside snowman
save demise for last –
the tall, wide-brimmed plastic hat
was what did him in.
when the morning sun came out
just everything went flat
what a sorry sight
that vegetable salad
in a muddy drool,
with young springtime’s merry sun
the ruin of late winter’s fun
The dust of my dreams has been blown away.
For I met the love of my life one day.
He's covered in fur and twelve foot three.
Yes,he's a little bit taller than me!
Some call him Bigfoot,Sasquatch or Yeti.
But I just call him home for spaghetti!
It took a woman like me to tame him.
That he fell for me,well who could blame him?
I have all the traits Sasquatch could desire.
The Abominable Snowman and I are like fire.
He knows I'm loveable as can be.
That's why he fell so hard for me.
He swept me off my feet you know.
Our love is pure as driven snow.
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The Hunter for PD
Yesterday, I visited
the timeless monastery
where the Buddhist monks dwell,
the place a sublime testament
to their simplicity, perception
and peace.
With delight,
I viewed the fragment of skull
and the skeletal fingers:
repellent to some,
yet exquisite to me, my fascination
with the enigma ravenous.
I listened to the monk’s story,
fantastical, but not filled
with excessive intensification.
He looked into my eyes,
his own moist,
steady but not defiant,
as he recounted the epic tale.
As the minutes ticked by,
I was filled with ecstasy:
this wasn’t a nefarious conman,
his story was not tainted
with planning and motives,
and, as I thanked him for his time,
I believed he really had seen
Meh-Teh, the yeti,
the abominable snowman –
call it what you will -
on a glacier, and, again,
in the snowy valley;
he had heard gunshots ricochet
and had later retrieved
the gruesome relics.
I would never quit searching…