Armadillos Poems

LIVING IN TEXAS

LIVING IN TEXAS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In Texas, where cowboys roam free,
we’re born with big hearts, you see.
     With BBQ extraordinair
     and boots beyond compare,
We’re proud of our roots, yippee-ki-yay, whee!

With chili quite spicy and bold,
and tales of the wild west retold,
     I’ll spin you a yarn,
     'Neath the Texas dawn,
For this native blood never grows cold!

From Amarillo to San Antone,
I shout, “Yeehaw!” in a twang all my own.
     with chili so hot,
     and a big ol’ pot,
of sweet tea that chills to the bone.

The Texas armadillos all cheer,
for the BBQ smoke draws them near.
     With ribs piled knee high,
     they simply cannot deny,
Life in Texas is the best—let’s be clear!

What Are We?

When winter winds have withered stubble,
Mother Mary maddens me,
whispering words of wonder:
what are we?

I find the farm a fraction futile,
loving life in Larame:
take the truck to Tucson, Tina
or Tracy, Tennessee.

Aardvarks are mere armadillos,
such as subtle souls can see:
pecans suck for plumping pillows:
chambermaids are chowder-free.

Santa Clara’s not a state,
a splurge is not a spree:
Grindr Graham isn’t straight:
Superior ain’t no sea.

An Uncool Poem about Melting Beers

Red cones on the blacktop
August is a burning blanket.
Dusty crows perch on long dead armadillos.

The Chevys' air-con
chokes up a warm blow.
A Navaho in Ohio has phoned.
he needs to talk about his dead wife.
He will have cold beers.
I have my own beers
but go anyway.

The evening is electric and neon,
city roads growl like wounded samurai.
If I were a hermit crab
I would shuck this scorched world off
my sweating back.

All I really want right now
is to sleep naked on a mortuary slab
as cold Atlantic waves
undress my skin and bones.

Not dead – just revived enough
to be a friend of a friend
to the newly departed
and still cooling.

Song of The Pangolin No 7: AABB

Famine ... charities ... complementary.
Killers; Lions, Hyenas, Snakes, the very
highest on the list, Human traffickers,
with their ad lib, and full-on characters.
Pangolin's are anteaters resembling
armadillos but different. Trembling
leads to curling up into a ball when
they sense danger. They burrow in a den
like hole as a prelude to finding food.
Poor eye sight, lest prey's washes up mood,
Pangolins are keenly scented hunters.
Endangered according to their numbers,
for their scales are coveted, as produced
Chinese medicine, thus hope is reduced.

Harvest

Tithing untested talents to tyrants;
Heaving hearts and minds in Humpty dumpsters
With vibrant energy and emotional overload,
As sensible as armadillos playing on a road,
To forge a Nirvana from breathless life.

Maunder not over permanent silence:
So, what are a few children, more or less?
Let not debate impede virtue’s progress:
Free speech is Utopia's enema!

The Neighborhood Hoodlums

Crazy rabbits chomping on my lettuce
Deer eating the flowers right down to their nubs
Woodpeckers drilling right through the siding
Armadillos rooting in search of grubs

Squirrels trying to climb down the chimney
Possums and racoon dumping out the trash
Coyotes yip yapping all through the evening
Groundhogs under the shed hoarding their stash

Most times the back yard smells just like a skunk
The cat keeps bringing dead birds to my door
The neighborhood dogs bark when the wind blows
That’s country life in all of its splendor.

Crispy Critters

Oh where oh where,
Are the Tortoise and Hare?
They're not over here,
And they're not over there.

One of them was fast,
The other was slow.
You'd spy one another,
Wherever you'd go.

Walking in the woods,
Following their tracks.
Catching one with a snare.
Flipping others on their backs.

They used to hide,
Under Weeping Willows.
Now all you see,
Are dead Armadillos.

I used to dodge them,
On long country roads.
Along with a Possum,
And a couple of Toads.

Oh where oh where,
Are the Tortoise and Hare?
Could we point the finger,
At the rising hot air?

Dibbits

upon summer's lawn
dibbits appeared overnight.... 
armadillos root

Maybe There Were Dinosaurs

Maybe dinosaurs existed in the old days or maybe they did not 
an andrewsarchus,  was a large-snouted predator I am told, 
may I  be so bold to say, I never met one anyway, so I think not 

I heard of prehistoric pigs named Entelodons, perhaps its true 
perhaps they died  by climate change, perhaps they were shot  
they said giant armadillos lived,... in that epoch that was true 

There were glytodons that ate grass and plants by waters edge 
heavily armored so they say, but not one fossil I did find 
they used their tail to smack and kill, oh I'm sure they had the edge

I heard there was a Dinosaur named Dino but he wasn't rusty red 
he belonged to Fred Flintstone and he wasn't all that mean 
he was a male Snorkasaurus and yes he was well read 

Maybe there were dinosaurs, but maybe there were not !

Red Pill

yah, I took the red pill
and the Matrix came apart 
like a cheap suit in a car wash
while the distance between bad to good 
became a weaving graph line
down the two lane blacktop
as traffic in either direction 
meant nothing other
than more dead armadillos
skidding to a stop inches away
Chrysanthemum Ritzik tosses her hair
and opens the passenger door
I'm gonna ride you 'till sunrise
she hissed as the whip bit
Ok Ok I screamed
I'll wear the alligator shoes
and the rhino horn hat
we're all on a mission
I blurted while diving 
out of the Cadillac front seat
as she spun the wheels
all over my face 
spitting gravel and alkali dust
I yelled like a hog caller
living on hope will only turn you into
another blue pill hope monster
leaving me a single consolation
as I limped along the tarmac
plotting the revenge that
sank Atlantis

Atmospheric Pressure

They have their helmets on, and bodies heavily covered
as they walk slowly towards the crowd like armadillos.
Each one of the men in helmets know that it is their duty
to stop their friends, strangers, and countrymen
from getting a way through the palace gates.
Sweat drips on their skins, as they come closer
to the men and women who defend their rights to good living;
they are part of the crowd, but also part of the Law.
A fight ensues within them, tearing their conscience apart
like continental drift and tremors. Attempting to ignore the fight
in their minds, they yell their lungs out, as they run towards
their own people.
Bones and spirits break, as well as a sense of belonging.
The security personnel are treated as outcasts by the crowd,
who boo them with so much hate in their eyes;
a sense of democracy inherited from their fathers,
is cut short by people who only want to feed their families...

The a A of An Abc

Ailing armadillos advertising artichokes. But bringing back brilliance brought big booming bangs. Courteous cats creating canopies. Dogs do dare dream during digs. Energetic eggs evaluating effigies. Frying fortresses frees flamingos. Grateful goats grinning greedily. Hippos have heavenly havens hinting hate had hidden. Investing idiots ignoring idioms. Jade juniper jeans jumping juvenility. Kingly kingpins kicking koalas. Laughing lemurs like lakes linking linguinis limply. Musing mythical monstrous mammoths. Nuts natter nonsensical nothings. Octopuses ovulating over onions. Peas pointing pleasing pheasants. Quiet queens quite quizzical. Radioactive radishes reek.sausage sandwiches saucy salads. Training tempered talking trampling terrapins traditionally treating tastes. Uniformed unicorns under Uranus. Views varying vistas vivifying verifies visions. Weaving weevils wearing watches. Xenomorphic Xeon xylophone xi xi xi. Yachts yearning yummy yoghurt. Zit zooming zebras zone.

Everything's Big In Texas

Everything's Big In Texas

I'd like to saddle up my horse...
Lope on down to Texas. 
Pack my Peacemaker, (Colt of course)...
Oh! My solar plexus!

I'm told that everything down there
Is ALL, so much bigger...
Buildings, barns, boots, buckles, the Air...
And their whiskey jigger!

I flew to Fort Worth/Dallas once
Walked on 'the grassy knoll'...
Saw oil rigs making quite a bunce...
And armadillos roll!

Grasshoppers grow big down there,too. 
Yup! I'm here to tell ya. 
They're as big as a kangaroo...
Just like in Australia. 

My trusty stud is all tacked up. 
My mare's packed with extras. 
With sunshine and a little luck
I'll see what's big in Texas!

3.8.2017©deborah burch 


Dedicated to all my friends, and family,  
in Texas

Before the First Freeze

Late in fall, before the first freeze,
Flowers speckled the woodland paths.
Zebra long-wing butterflies wafted.
Red summer racemes bloomed on upright stems.
Bees and butterflies endured strong breezes.
Impassioned, life embraced every creature.
Squirrels and feline played tree top hide and seek.
Opossums and armadillos foraged.
Jaguarondis and owls slept until night.
Mother Nature held warmth beyond hopes.
When the temperatures dropped, icicles sparkled.
And farmers mended fences ‘till spring.

1/18/ 2017

Green Reserve

The mountains with white tops
 Are the emblematic
 Symbol of the reserves
 Visited by the tourists
 Acclaimed by followers
 Viewed as academic
 Global patrimonies

 Birds flock in azure sky
 Lake is very placid
 Clouds are like white cotton
 In the sunny midday
 With the alluvion
 Of the brown gravel sand
 In the blue river bay 
 
 The green forest fern trees
 Serve as a barrier  
 Protecting the nature
 And captive animals
 From the mankind capture
 In the wild aflutter
 That end in quiet nights

 Jumbo armadillos
 Stroll in the jade pasture
 While the big three turtles
 Walk in the rock trails paths
 Closing the attractions
 That amaze audience
 In the month holidays




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