Best Biters Poems
As shifting shadows merge within the night,
darkness devours disheveled silhouettes.
And daylight disappears, fading from sight;
as a splendiferous sun slowly sets.
Twilight's crimson-colored clouds coalesce;
tinting the skies a cotton candy pink.
And yet, darkness descends nevertheless,
tattooing treetops with ebony ink.
Sequined stars sparkle in the midnight sky;
glittering gems in the fabric of space.
And today toasts tomorrow with a sigh;
as a motley moon mirrors Sol's far face.
Moonbeams mold monsters mostly out of black;
sculpting scary shapes with chisels of light.
And female mosquitoes mount their attack;
as buzzing, bloodthirsty biters alight.
Silence shushes sounds, stirring in the day;
as night's nocturnal creatures start to wake.
And stridulating crickets chirp away;
trilling till dawn dawns and dreamers awake.
Categories:
biters, 10th grade, 9th grade,
Form:
Alliteration
Modeled by the skilled and clumsy hands
of artists and artisans into an ideal state of she-ness,
a penniless waif appears on a stool
last week a stranger called her Mona Lisa.
Statuesque upon the betrayer
warmed by the lemon-lolly light from
bays of north facing windows, blinded;
she can but blink.
Surrounded by a
cog-notched cyclical wheel of nubile artists—
blooming buds of wildness, vertical sprigs
flail softly on the breezy bounty of
illumination.
Brush and trowel, thick and thin,
the artists stoke her—semblance
canvased by millennium brush biters
maudlin Mary is returned to the pre-historic stew
by the likes of Claude
polished to a pearly perfection
by type A, Hieronymus’.
They were all strangers to her posers,
every bit as much as she.
Royal pretenders in a world
where only the artless
are paid.
Moneylenders rise on their discarded carapaces
beauty sucked dry by the doers and shakers
who spread like choking bittersweet through
the lollypop-light from the bay windows facing north
consuming Mona.
Julie ford Oliver - Famous Models
Ekphrasis
First Appeared in Illumen Magazine Fall of 2014
Categories:
biters, allusion, symbolism, woman,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Dreamers dream
Scoffers scoff
Thinkers think
And droppers drop
Artists create art
Writers will write
Beware of biters, yes they will bite
A smiler will smile
Still sometimes they'll frown
Although mostly happy
There are times they feel down
Laughers may laugh
Other time they will cry
Life ain't so easy
That's why tryers try
Stinkers will stink
Comforters will comfort
Listen to trumpeters
They really do trumpet
Listeners will listen
Talkers will talk
Movers will move
It's hard for them to stop
Shakers will shake
Steppers will step
You wouldn't be surprised
If a sleeper slept
Circles will circle
Back to the start
A dreamer dreaming
Creating his art
Dusted off for SKAT's contest.
Categories:
biters, journey,
Form:
Ferret Legging
You never know what you’ll find on the net
Nothing much surprises me there and yet
I found a sport that takes no native skill
Just a strong pair of pants and a real strong will
Competitors’ trousers are tied neath their shin
Before two ferrets are securely placed in
Their belts are then fastened to prevent an escape
And that’s where the very strong will should take shape
Each competitor then stands in front of a judge
As long as he can trying so not to budge
Neither ferret nor man can be drunk or be drugged
And no underwear worn so your parts can be hugged
Pants must be loose so the ferrets can roam
From one leg to the other and their movement shown
Each ferret must have a full set of teeth
That have not been blunted or anyway sheathed
Ferrets have claws like very sharp pins
And teeth like a carpet tack that they can sink in
And ferrets are biters and you’ve got a pair
So your “tool” may be bitten and you better not care
Competitors can attempt from outside their pants
To dislodge a ferret that’s latched on by chance
The winner’s the guy that outlasts the rest
And stands there the longest in this little test
Scotland’s the country where this all began
And the record is held by a brave Scottish man
The record’s been set that will be hard to beat
Five hours 10 minutes and still on his feet
Unfortunately the sport’s been dying out
With PETA and others protesting the bout
But if you’re in Virginia, in Richmond next year
And go to the Highland Games there I hear
They may have a ferret or two up their sleeve
That you can insert in your pants I believe
And if you can just stand there for six hours or more
You can bring the world record right here to our shore
But first grab some loose pants and maybe a kitten
Practice with that getting use to being bitten
Work up to a cat and then up to two
That is exactly what I thought I’d do
Then I thought again and again then I thought
Can a lesson be learned before that lesson’s taught?
So I tried to imagine how a ferret would feel
Could I stand there a man without a girly squeal?
Would I be embarrassed or pass out from fright
And I thought and I thought and I thought that I might
So I’ll go on record, this sport’s not for me
But if you’re game to try it, that I’d go to see
Categories:
biters, animal, sports, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
Sweat trickled eyes
Winged Biters
Oh welcome Autumn
Soother of brows
Apple ciders
Leaves tumbling down
Smoke scented air
Socks and Shoes
Confine us
As it’s due
Leaves in changing hue
Categories:
biters, autumn,
Form:
Free verse
Decade of my birth
All Show and No Go,
Ankle biters were Almost Home,
Baby, Ball and Beach bunny,
Brewed bread as Boxes Burnt one,
Even the Bad pipes Bagged some food for the brain,
Chilled the Cat as Chrome dome Caught some rays,
A Chick's choice,
Clanked, the Cool head Crashed,
Daddy's car was a Deb's delight,
Funkier freaks invited Fuzz,
Hunks jazzed,
Spiffy Nifty tufted together,
Generation gap, but Rents would go with the flow,
Wiz kids never lost their Wig,
Paper shakers went out of sight,
Real people with Righteous Raps and tuning vibes,
Mod shades, Rockin' out,
Off the wall and Ultimate,
Zap! You ain't too cool,
What say !Those were the times!
Written June 25th, 2015
For Debbie's contest "Talk the talk and walk the walk"
Decade chosen- 1960s
Categories:
biters, beautiful, image,
Form:
Free verse
Shaky steps prevail when I proceed down further,
Cloudy skies overcast when I want a clear weather,
Good that it rains for it hides the tears as it crawls,
Down the cheeks and then to the ground as it falls,
I smile even when I cry looking up at the sky,
For I am a vagabonded chap forbidden to fly.
I often stay awake all night to see the sun rise,
Hoping to be strong and a bit more wise,
With the same old sun brings a new day of hope,
I want life to get addicted to the happiness dope,
But hopes remains and sadness again creeps,
When I overlook the past with mere lonely peeps.
I can here prank chats and back biters tease,
For the coffin of my soul that I took on lease,
They pin me each second to check my breath,
They measure me each day to upgrade the coffin breadth,
I know the world doesn't want me around,
When there are many wise men to surround.
I know my value isn't much than that a pebble in a pot,
I know my value as I don't pretend to be what I am not,
But I am also a being with flesh and blood,
I also drown when the world suffers flood,
I am also harmed with earth facing trauma and disaster,
I know I am a slave so I never try to be anyone's master.
Categories:
biters, abuse, depression, heartbroken, loneliness,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Over 50 bags of dog food to choose from at tha Tractor Supply and the one I pick up and throw in the buggy has a hole the size of Mt. Everest. I emptied that entire bag into the buggy and buried my shoes up to my ankles in chicken flavored Alpo. Was it the small 10 pound bag of food for MissFortune and other ankle biters? Noooooo. It was the freakin monstrosity 52 pound bag (now with 10% more free) made just for cousin Eddie on Christmas Vacation and could feed Cugo for three months. I panicked and quickly grabbed another nearby buggy then continued my shopping experience. I left a trail of dog food kibbles falling from my pants cuff throughout the store leading up to the checkout register. As I was leaving I could hear, cleanup on isle 5!
Categories:
biters, animal, cat, dog, food,
Form:
Narrative
They talk behind you
They say bad things about one to his master
They know the to and fro of ones life
They talk behind you just for favor
They are attention seekers
They are called back bitters
They are enemies to nation building
Because they people down
When they are moving forward
It’s a high time we stop back biting
Each other and among ourselves
Because nation building requires a team and unity
They are called back biters
We should help those who are
In higher position to achiev
Their aim but not back bite them
We should know better by now
That positions of those we back bites
Are never given to us but to others
So let’s join hands to stop back bitten now
For a healthy Africa
Categories:
biters, africa,
Form:
Blank verse
They drift gently
down(downed)?
Into the heart they root,
confetti on desperate streets
glowing like gilded red roses.
Smell them as they chant your songs..
so very often(semi-pure hearted) they keep things(you) aloft,
far above
the stingers
the biters of early frost.
All the while death's photographic memory
tapdancing,tossing needles.
You feel you can ride razors, go unscarred.
A pinwheel inside the bubble of sodapop dreams,
live forever's eternity..
the loins of the mind a crisp-confident ball of catnip and tinsel.
Every by-way of everyday doused in gentle flames
every gaze a swaying mosaic of prarie flowers...
but the sun is but a blemish to storm...
the downy gaze is but a concrete stare,
the eyes of hope glancing off yesterday
when trails were filled with bike bells and pulse.
Petals of just being, brushed beneath tender chins
we both liked butter and blurry stars... and we kissed...
clumsily -chiptoothed - pure
and
sediments of love and living will devolve,
wings tend to become claws
flight into crawl...
an uncomfortable lavender.
Paths will rut, become trough
become..
cold
canyon
flash flooding crashing.
Broken flowers cascading under the chin
butter turns
rancid
crows barking,
"I told you so-should have listened to father,
when he begged you to slow down
sip slowely and breathe.
The silk of naive leads to brushfires in the mind
everything given to scorch...
the hills the troughs
we (the survivors) hang from trees
groping the dark
to descend to the bones of things once loved
of things once cherished
of things now hated
of things avoided
things that lay dead..
a plague of darknesses bred
in the silences
of
hopeless.
The lullaby raped into hoarsness,
like bike bells in winter.
Categories:
biters, nostalgia, , Lullaby,
Form:
Free verse
From a story as told by Rev. Billy Graham
Father and son were walking through the forest
When they came upon an anthill on the way,
The lad kicked out and thus destroyed their kingdom
The Father, saddened now, was heard to say:
“Is that really what you wanted to achieve, son?”
as the ants raced angrily around his feet,
the boy, mischievous smile now quickly fading,
watched his victory turn swiftly to defeat.
He watched the tiny army spring to action
as they strained as one to mend their broken earth,
but his urge to make amends were met with anger
and they raged at him with all that they were worth.
Frantically, he tried to fix the carnage
but this simply made them bite him all the more,
'If only I could turn back time,' he pleaded
'And let their lives be happy as before'
Deeper now, and fiercer the biters
ran, merciless - across His helping hand;
'Why can’t they see I’m trying hard to help them
Father, please, why don’t they understand?'
Father crouched and put his arm around him
Sensing that the lesson had been learned;
"There’s really only one way you can fix this,
but you’re human, so your efforts will be spurned.
The truth, my son, is, you don’t speak their language."
Frustrated now, the son began to cry,
"If you want them to understand your purpose,
Become an ant - and face them, eye to eye."
'But even if I did, would they believe me
And how can I be certain of their trust?'
Stretching out his bloodied hands toward them
He’d give His life up for them if He must.
Father knew His Son’s determination
Meant that He would have to let Him go,
Even though this sacrifice was costly;
The price was more than he could ever know.
Thus was formed the plan for our redemption
As God constrained Himself to human frame,
From Heaven, stepped the Son into mortality
As Father wept - Immanuel, His name.
Categories:
biters, christian, god, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse
War should be no more - I hope everyone could be together in unity &
accord & sing in a chorus of pure, dazzling bliss! I smell the odor of remorse and
hatred in the atmosphere...leaving me with scraps of terrifying fears & reducing
me to tears...stains of scarlet regret and pride is smeared on the swords of murderers - and they blame it on their frustration, pain and determination...competition is encouraged on these killing grounds and a peaceful frame of mind was never built here.
Aim towards the bull's eye - concentrate with your might...we're gonna get
through this plight whether we like it or not...do productive things to deal with
our anger and angst - reap what you sow and face your fates like a man...be
strong, be brave and be prepared to face your fears tonight! HUMBLE YOURSELVES and MOVE ON...move forward and dream of brighter days...the smoked-up, ebony and vermilion skies will fade away sooner than you think . . . confrontation embraces you all...but keep your head above the surface
Rage is thrown back and forth like a hot potato - who wins? Who has gone
missing? N-no one knows on the mysterious battle grounds or fields of endless
revenge..it smells of death and determination all in one...fight the fantastic fight
with triumphant victory close at hand! Here's some grand land that serves as our
resting spots - be peace-makers; be not back-biters, discord-makers or commotion-
brewers, sowing discord from head to toe! Graze in your own mazes of graceful grasslands of plenty and you'll be found in peace, instead of lost in chaos
Categories:
biters, anger, angst, betrayal, confusion,
Form:
Acrostic
The universal worm has got some competition now,
since ‘Sandy’ took me out to Bateson’s dam.
This don’t include the ‘whitchys’ we get in a broken bough,
nor ‘scrubbies’ on the hooks we have to cram
to hide the silver hook
that a ‘blackie’ sometimes took,
where a ‘mudeye’ just might have a better look.
We have to have a bucket for these water baits we scoop,
and a net of fly-wire mesh across the face
that’s been tied on with fishing line, around a metal hoop,
keeping flatness of the fly-wire in its place;
so when the net is lifted
and the water’s all been sifted,
we grab our bait, and with a turn the net is shifted.
We must don a pair of waders when we wander past the edge,
for our gumboots do not have the needed height.
And as we scoop the bottom in amongst bulrush and sedge,
at first we see the shrimp put into flight;
but gambesia and ‘toe-biters’
rarely show that they are fighters,
and multitudes of water beetles, are un-needed ‘blighters’.
Now the water lily pads that extend across the pond,
offer some protection from a diving bird.
But the tangled stem’s and roots, are no barrier to squand
a chance to net amongst the water stirred.
And little pygmy perch,
arch their pretty backs and lurch.
Quickly released for they’re not in our search.
And backwater from the overflow is holding treasure too,
as it wraps the base of tussock, weed and reed.
‘Sandy’ said “In here there is yabby”, and we net up quite a few -
the ultimate of lure when a blackfish wants to feed.
So yabbies highly rate,
as the premier blackfish bait,
almost if to say; write a ‘blackie’ on my slate!
And with numbers in the bucket quite enough to see a day
of fishing in the Bunyip, Lang Lang or Minniburn,
I go looking for the wildlife that we’ve kept at bay,
when scooping water’s edge became our turn.
There’s teal, black duck and swan;
pygmy geese keep feeding on,
but shy mountain ducks have took to wing and gone.
So Bateson’s dam’s a haven from the damming of a creek,
where expanding water draws a teeming crowd.
When fishermen like us retain the chance to reach our peak,
netting better baits where there’s better baits endowed;
if we take a little care,
and we take what’s only fair;
the better baits we seek will still be there.
Categories:
biters, fishing, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
One Dollar currency I am, but sad
we are very many in the North
but very few in the South!
I hear there are many people in the South
huge numbers that have never seen me
there I want to go for action of charity
but I am confined in prisons of the North
prison- pockets of those who have
North where is your compassion?
Those who sleep hungry, thirsty
and eat only after a petition prayer
those who are sick without drugs
the orphans that walk naked, bare feet
little beings that have no fees
are my friends that need compassion
North, where is your compassion?
The old man, old woman in the South
that sleeps with hens, goats in one room
and have never seen proper hygiene
that are colonies of myriads of microbes
North, where is your compassion?
These need my services-not hamburger -biters
many of us are ready, let us go, let it be now
Less than me a day is a little life a day
A little life each day is huge death each day
North, where is your compassion?
Categories:
biters, allusion, humanity, relationship,
Form:
Free verse
(the birth of Christ - in Gen-Z slang)
Mary and Joseph were tight-ship.
Mary was a real-one, and no clout-chaser
One night Angel Gabriel overstreeted with word
that Cap-G made Mary chabby with soup-baby
Mary was shook and big-mad but Joseph
was baby-goggles for Cap-G’s quinlan fetus
so Mary was “okrrrrrrrrr”
A minute later Mary and Joe had to roll deep,
adulting to Bethlehem with tribute to Augustus,
the main character, but no mo-mo swerved em’
ghetto and asan Mary was Cap-G’s baby-mama!
Later these bchaps rfts biters brang Cap-J
some bag and herb to extra flex for Cap-G
while angels lay in the cut with lowkey bop.
———————- translation
Mary and Joseph were married and in love.
Mary was an average girl not into notoriety
.
One night Angel Gabriel appeared and said
that God made Mary pregnant with his child
Mary was shaken-up and and angry but Joseph
Was excited for them to have God’s beautiful child
so Mary was had no choice but to say “OK”
Months later Mary and Joe had to travel far together,
As citizens, to Bethlehem to pay taxes to Augustus (Caesar).
Emperor of rome, but a lack of motels caused them to
Stay in a manger and there Mary had God’s child.
Later these rich star followers brought Jesus
some money and herb as gifts to impress God
while angels gathered and sang to comfort the child.
Categories:
biters, angel, bible, birth, christmas,
Form:
Free verse