Death Animal Poems

According to the ballad,
Davy Crockett, born in Tennessee
(part of North Carolina at the time),
kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
(altho' only a song,
always...

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I wonder who I’ll be when alone
A salmon spent on Lagunitas creek
A giving tree robbed of it nuts
A sunset rooster with no eggs
When your chick...

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panther
deadly beauty
embraces Reaper’s freedom
painful fated captivity
symbolic silence roars

...

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The white man stole their land
now the red man has the blues
the white man sold their families
and the black man's still ill-used
the white man shot...

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Oh Almighty God
end this  genocide  on Gaza 
move ghaza away

Al Juman  style haiku © 1/12/2025




hate is an internal cry
burning salt drips of...

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A small bug walks just like a thief,
It does not know pain, it does not know grief.
It does not ask, “Why am I here?”
It lives...

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There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods
At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods
It’s rumored to have a haunted...

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Allocation, O ally?
Resources put where?
In the heads of those who fly?
Worry, hast thou care?

O ye spirits, I collect!
End Times, be my Muse!
Golden gods to genuflect?
Dare...

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When not out clubbing
hey-ho the merry oh
at night with the Inuit
I suspect by intuit
an intrepid Inuk named Nanook
a-hunting walrus he would go
with his trusty harpoon
traipsing...

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Gonifs and gossips revisited

since originally being crafted
approximately half dozen
dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago...

Abound and lurk
within every nook and cranny
analogous to some annoying pest
harmless...

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The Ballad of the Endless Shell
An Epic Poem of Turtles

In the age when the world was newborn and bright,
Before sword or sorrow or firelight,
The Earth...

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Wilderness 

Moonlight stretches into the clearing,
intangible ...but offering comfort.
She is dying now, pining to be rescued,
her breathing jagged, her endurance spent;
the bullet had lanced her...

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a slow loris has a deadly trick
she takes her time, she’s sneaky and slick
venom is held in her elbow daily
Let’s pretend she is angry with...

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They called it a seat,
but it was a cradle of fire—
metal-wrapped, bolted shut,
no window,
just the hum of wires
and the memory of old Moscow snow
still clinging...

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My heart is broken today
Because my cat zorro boy
Passed away
He was a bad little something
You see
He was busy like a 
Buzzing bee
He watched me as...

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