Best Cranium Poems
Warm smooth coils round
my head
scales tickle my forehead
I want to scratch
quick tongue laps my ear
The body moves… languid
like water over smooth rock
Or is the snake inside
my head?
Is there only one or many
seething and writhing?
Is the poison real or
imaginary?
If I move too fast or
think too fast
will it?…they…
strike?
If they strike will my death be
only in my mind?
If not entirely in my head
will anyone grieve?
Trisha Sugarek
Butterflies and Bullets
Brain cells in dead zone
play mind games
outlet to recharge
6-23-18
Take society’s attitude
Towards indifference as given
Although women abhor gratitude
For societal foibles forgiven
In the face of the Christian faith
That burns within a woman’s soul
When Providence breath
Scores a salutary goal
In consonance with the motto
One cheek slapped, the other cheek slapped
In a pilgrimage grotto
Where 2Pac rapped
All eyes on me
As though a woman were leper
Society loved to hate with glee
Alongside a pauper with no caper
To boast of
In the sight of men
Who grudgingly brandish love
As an inducement to women
Treated with contempt
Used, oppressed, dumped
In a haughty attempt
To get machismo start-jumped
In the full bloom of the sickness and ugliness
That womanhood suffers
In huge doses of humiliation and sadness
With no compensatory offers
For remorse unfelt
Hair tousled and unkempt
Expectations raised and unmet
In an egregious event and attempt
To gloss over injustices
Unleashed on the fairer gender
In equinoxes and solstices
That demand women’s surrender
Although the new millennium
Demands fairness
In the cranium and premium
For women’s unstinting happiness with boldness.
Listen up you people to this important news
Might not have heard it, should drink lotsa booze
That way today's news
Will make you snooze
Only thing important, your cranium won't bruise
Icy zephyrs slice through my cloak, a spectral wind,
Exhale of dread, shudder and hasten, tremors awaken,
Sensation of unseen gazes, pivot, yet no soul in sight.
Hehe, narrow escape, her beauty, a tantalizing treat,
morsel I yearn to savor, if you catch my drift,
smirk unfurls across my visage as I skulk and stalk,
trickle of anticipation as I admire her sway.
Breach my sanctuary with a thunderous lock,
Gooseflesh rises, dismiss it, merely the chill,
Uncertain, I shutter the blinds before shedding my coat,
Fingertips smart as I brew a mug of molten chocolate.
Cruel temptress, dart and weave, striving to glimpse,
Scaling a neighboring oak, yet nothing, throat grumbles,
Masked shadow, neighbors crumble, seize the phone.
Summoned by a neighbor, why would they beckon?
Brows knit, something's amiss, I open blind,
Darkness reigns, I hear breaths, a hello leaves my lips,
A hollow tone, I stare at it, disconnect, gaze out again.
Approach, my sweet petite morsel, baste you just right,
Succulent mahogany, savory tangy rinds, mmmh,
She ventures outside, she's mine, a feast awaits,
An all you can feast gavotte, tiny whine and dine.
Survey the path crossing the street, bang on the door,
Slowly it creaks, mirror directly before me,
The reflection dipped crimson, is that my image,
It moves, I remain still, is this… is this a dream?
That's because you're me, we have a meal to prepare...
Impossible, I've done nothing… you're mad!
Then where did you vanish? I don't know, I can't...
Now I comprehend, ventured for a slow roast.
Slathered with a ruby sauce and gravy with toast.
Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!