Best Leech Poems
Tick and Leech
Note: This little story (perhaps there are more to follow) has its origins in two spelling mistakes. The first one is 'Leech' for my dear friend Mel's surname. The second one is 'Tick', for my Tourette Tics. This just asks for Fontaine-like parabels, don't you agree?
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Said Tick to Leech: "Shall we have a walk in the woods? The weather is nice, and if we climb a tree, we can see a long way in the distance".
"No thank you", Leech replied politely, "It's warm, I like to take a swim, the water is nice, come join me?"
"I'll go alone then", Tick sounded slightly offended as he marched off heading for a nearby tree. While Leech slithered like a small snake to the brook.
As the hours passed, Tick waited patiently in his tree, until a man passed, and then he eagerly waited till the man was close enough... and jumped. A small comfortable spot behind the man's ear allowed him to get a decent grip.
Said Tick to Leech, from high above the water surface: "Hah, I found a good spot, with wonderful food". Said Leech: "You are feeding, and making your host sick. I am feeding but curing him". "Gah", Tick replied, with snickering malicious pleasure, "He doesn't even know I am here, but YOU, he will sweep you away, you slow fat sucker".
It happened as Tick predicted, the man swept away Leech and his numerous brothers, and continued home. Tick fed, became sleepy, lazy, let himself drop on the nearby couch.
And slept soundly without regret.
Such is life, unfair....
Whether the man will fall ill remains to be seen
Whether leeches will cure him if?
That's so far in the future, we're not psychic!
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Little story, written with malicious pleasure,
by Darren White
Meme (I think) by Mel Leach
December 12, 2016
Categories:
leech, allegory, fantasy, fun, parody,
Form:
Prose
You are a total leech
sucking what is good for you;
Plagued with pitiful speech
always mumbled and garbled;
Never had a far enough reach,
you embarrass yourself;
Thieves always hide what’s true,
little did you see I am made of bleach.
Categories:
leech, anger, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
Jack, Jack, Jack and jack, what about me, my name is Jill
I’m only mentioned once, when we climbed up the hill ,
Then Jack fell, and broke his crown, I was filled with dread,
So tumbled after him, but he had gone to bed,
To bandage his head.
Jack Sprat and his wife, one ate no fat and the other no lean,
So hence left their platter void of food and always clean,
So, I suggested to his wife to keep slim, to do some running
Down the street, to lose the weight
She ate.
And Jack Horner who only sat in a corner, I felt that was cruel,
Told him to tell his teacher that he would quit school,
He was never again, to be made a fool.
As for Jack be nimble, I mentioned that as he was always quick,
I would nurse him if he broke his ankle jumping over the candle wick,
So now I no longer feel a little jealous, as I have taken Charles's tip,
I tried to help the first Jack, but did get involved with the other three,
I now feel good, my name is Jill and I hope you agree.
Now give me a giggle,
Hey diddle diddle
Competition entry:Jill Nursery Rhyme Poetry Concert
Sponsor:Charles Messina
Date; 03/11/2024
Categories:
leech, children,
Form:
Rhyme
The Slothful Musings of an
Indicted Leech …
… I suck. Simply put, I suck.
Attaching my slimy being,
surreptitiously clingy,
nauseatingly smooth,
ingratiatingly insidious,
onto warm sources of
sustenance.
I suck, I leech, I drain,
the elements of good-nature,
turning smiles into profitable
ventures,
sucking, leeching, draining,
the beings I encounter,
suctioned cups of guilt,
of predatory precision,
surgical frigidness,
clinical intent,
sucking, leeching, draining,
till fattened,
bulging with burgeoning gains,
flush with siphoned-off goodwill,
bloated by hubris,
slipping away,
slithering into my den,
creeping on borrowed legs,
seeing with donated eyes,
cloaked in spurious fabric,
I leech, I suck.
Self-pity my only refrain,
flushing what is left of a soul,
down,
into the welcoming drain.
Categories:
leech, introspection
Form:
The heart will beat
to a rhythm blood can’t read
skipping sacred moments
bearing scars of battles past.
If love comes for blood
every kindness hides a snare
the gentle touch a leech
that takes far more than it gives.
Still, we will call it love
for it laughs at our laughter
weaves hope through our silence
clings to compliments like a starving child.
If love comes for blood
its mask is flawless and warm
for it dwells in our feelings
yet the heart remains blameless.
Categories:
leech, 12th grade, loss, lost,
Form:
Free verse
Your fingers writhe beneath my skin
Tangling themselves in my veins.
You are a parasite, connected
and feeding off of my pain
Like the fiend you are.
I want to cut you off
And discard you, watch you withdraw,
But I know that pulling free
Would leave you with pieces of me.
Categories:
leech, anger, angst, for her,
Form:
Free verse
Mark but this leech and mark in this
It sucked me once, don’t know what happened then!
To be detached with salt or to be quenched with blood
Of the blood once sucked of mine
And of yours I have no idea
And in this leech our bloods might mingled be
Swelled skin after that sting
Let not to that self murdered added be
Now could this leech sinful be
How shall I know
That mixture is ours?!
Categories:
leech, life, love, parody,
Form:
Nuthin' But A Leech
(Part Two)
By Roy Merritt
But they must be on to somethin’
They sure got you people pegged
And will rob you fools completely blind
As easily as pullin' your leg
And no telling if this pacifist
Who told us “I really do like war”
Doesn’t start sending your sons and daughters
To fall on foreign shores
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
And there isn’t one among you
Could not make me to understand
Just how upset you were
The president was a colored man
And how the idea of a woman
Occupying the West Wing
Was somehow defying your God
And absolutely insane
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
So spare me all this nonsense
of draining that swamp of gators
Of running out the special interest
Of firing all these satyrs
If you were slaves in antebellum
In my native south
You’d be the favored slaves
To work up at the house
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
And don’t be surprised
That before these villains are through
They’ll bring some inconvenience
Or worse grief to you
But don’t expect you can go in the street
To exercise your freedom to impugn
Cos’ you’ll be labeled a terrorist
And send off to your doom
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
Each and everyone of them
Nuthin' but a leech
Categories:
leech, angst, political, society,
Form:
Lyric
NUTHIN' BUT A LEECH
(Part One)
By Roy Merritt
Wasn’t that what it was about
Drainin' that swamp of gators
Who march through the halls of Congress
Nuthin' more than well dressed waiters
They move from office to office
Meet in solemn Committee rooms
As eager as a newlywed bride
To be seduced by her new groom
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
And they deliver up their goodies
Their legislative delight
To enhance the wealth of donors
Who’re responsible for our plight
And still many of you suckers
I’m inclined to understand
Have lost the use of your ears
Didn’t comprehend the man
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
He told us all he was a part of it
That when cash was on the line
When they wanted his money
Not the first one of ‘em had a spine
Why he even told us Mitt Romney
He could have put down on his knees
To do what I can only imagine
Satisfies minds so diseased
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we’d be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
And now he’s loading up his cabinet
With likewise billionaires
Who could give a hoot in hell
About your many cares
These people think they’re godlike
And you’re just peasant class
Worthy of only exploitin'
For being in such a caste
So maybe gators isn’t what we see
As they lounge on the Potomac’s beach
Perhaps we'd be better served
To call 'em nuthin' but a leech
Categories:
leech, angst, anxiety, corruption, political,
Form:
Lyric
In sundry ways deaf to your zeal
Which foxy whims fruitless sway,
My wandering self did finally feel
Pearliest sparks of your legit ray.
Inured by bestial blinding decoys
Which easiest-faring limb obeys,
I did heed a deluding artful voice
That upon artless hearers preys.
For want of fine wholesome sense
Which your ancient anthems teach,
My guessing soul staggered tense;
Serf to a brutish debauching leech.
Yet now have my penitent eyes
At last gleaned your folios wise,
And found therein priceless wit
Sublimer than sage magi's writ.
Categories:
leech, absence, allegory, allusion, blessing,
Form:
Other
THE SERIAL LEECH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
He Was Here Today Promised Pie in the Sky
But We’ll Soon Discover its Just Another Lie
They’ll Say Anything That to Them Is a plus
But Once They Are in They Make Fools of Us
They Need Our Vote to Get Elected
First Order of Business Get re Elected
They Don’t Need Our Money for Their Campaign
They Get it from Those Who Have Plenty to Gain
A Freshman Representative from Any State
May Have Intentions That to Him Are Great
But When the Established Seniors Get His Ear
They’ll Guide and Instruct and Make it Clear
That When He Needs Help or Financial Aid
He Wont Qualify Til He Joins the Parade
The Parade of Voting for Unworthy Pork
These Projects Are like Eating Soup with a Fork
The Laws They Pass Affect You and Me
But They’re Exempt, Their Perks Are Free
I Question, Why We Give Billions Foreign Aid
To Tyrants and Despots , Makes Me Afraid
That Some of Those Funds May Surely Bounce
From the Tyrants Hands to Secret Accounts
They Pass out Flyers at County Fairs
After Two Terms They’ve Become Millionaires
If Things Get Dull and Their Attention Slips
They Plan Exotic Fact Finding Trips
Those Trips Would Cost a Fortune for You and Me
The Trips Are on Us and to Them Totally Free
Leech(2)
They Come Home and Host a Town Meeting
Take a Good Look at the Front Row Seating
But the Best of All Is a Fund Raising Event
Where the Affluent Givers Use Money Well Spent
Backing a Candidate Is a System Well Tested
It Yields Great Returns on the Money Invested
Once They’re Established with One Term or Two
Hard to Unseat Them the Vested Interest Is Glue
These Are Best Described as Serial Politicians
The Facts or a Lie Is Part of Their Rendition
They Support Their Lives at the Public’ S Expense
Taking Firm Positions on Both Sides of the Fence
They Have Little to Fear Protected by All
But If They Err and Cause Protection to Fall
Their Own Will Reject Them from Left and Right
None of Them Want to Be in the Public Spotlight
If He Is Found Guilty after Numerous Trials
You Will Find His Successor Fully Prepped in the Aisles
Categories:
leech, betrayal, corruption, integrity, leadership,
Form:
Rhyme
A leech came after me in my sleep.
So I dreamed up a tapeworm.
Silly mistake.
Now I am being eaten.
Slowly and mightily.
From the inside out,
And the outside in.
The roundworms and flatworks are knocking.
I dare not listen.
Not wanting any more strife.
In what is left
Of my rapidly disappearing body.
Categories:
leech, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form:
Narrative
Pain is like a leech, it attaches itself to you with no warning sucking you dry and no matter
how much you try to burn it off, it stays, clinging to your skin, holding on for dear life. After it
has shriveled up and died away you still bleed from where it comes back to cling. Like a
leech the pain grows, getting more unbearable by the day, sucking you empty of everything.
As years pass and you are dried up and ready to die, that same leech will start to eat your
skin off your bones, exposing your true inner colors and lies. Your skeleton will become
ashes in which the leeches you created will feast and live, until yet another unlucky heart
comes upon your ashes and slips.
Written September 2, 2005
Categories:
leech, life
Form:
Prose Poetry
I am the lover but mostly the loving leech,
Attached, to your tarred back sucking all the woes away.
Categories:
leech, love
Form:
Free verse
Lying hidden
like a mine,
he waits for
an innocent walker
on a serene path.
He’s like a terrorist,
brave, but brainless.
He sharpens
his weapon for
a bloody harvest.
It seems
the whole blood
in the universe
won’t quench his thirst.
He forgets himself
in sucking spree.
Others’ aches,
he cares never.
Often, his fate’s
to end in a bit of salt
or under a boot.
He dissolves in soil,
and ultimate
futility remains.
First printed my book, "Kanoli Kaleidoscope"(PunksWritePoemsPress in the USA).
Categories:
leech, violence,
Form:
Free verse