Best Racoons Poems
I wanted a pet, but one more unique
than a bird or a dog or a cat.
So I went onto Craig’s List so I could seek
a ferret! Yes, I sure fancied that.
I found a ferret and bought him a leash,
but he’d slither away from my view.
He never would keep in his own niche.
Oh, boy, what was I going to do?
My ferret just vanished. Ummm, actually,
when he got loose in my neighborhood,
I simply stopped looking for him; I suppose
he’s living nearby now in the wood!
There was a raccoon, slipped into my house
through a small doggy door that I had,
destroyed my kitchen – and worse than a mouse -
he eats tons, and he bites when he’s mad!
That racoon I never again want to see.
My house he made look like a pig sty.
I closed up the doggy door. Racoon, bye-bye!
Go play with the squirrels in my tree.
I heard that a skunk might make a good pet.
They are friendly, so playful and sweet.
My de-scented skunk just hasn’t learned yet
to stop peeing on top of the sheet.
Ferrets, racoons, and skunks – oh my!
If you’re better at training than me,
perhaps a sweet skunk you’d like to buy?
Better yet, you can have him for free!
May 23, 2018 for Maureen McGreavy's
Dandelions Tiger Lilies And Bearberries Oh My Poetry Contest
Categories:
racoons, animal,
Form:
Quatrain
Trash night
our street is lined with
overflowing garbage cans
because you have to pay x-tra
to have unlimited pick-up
the poorer class stack their trash to overflowing
the mouths of the cans propped wide open,
like a wino purging last nights glass-
The raccoons will move in
toppling cans -have a grand feast,
the remains of which blow into my yard-
and let me tell you:
this is one
junk food munching
fornicating
unpaid bill delaying
***** reading
corona drinking
mans avenue.
but I don't mind picking up after them...
the racoons
Categories:
racoons, community, humanity, humorous,
Form:
Free verse
Underneath green leaves that wave at the sun,
Goes mad activity in the environs of summer!
Fuzzy rabbits hopping along sunshine bound,
Scurrying racoons-bandits off for a heist,
Bushy tailed squirrels dancing in the pines,
As fresh scent wafts through the afternoon!
Chipmunks rush to feast on the wild berries,
As violet birds are off to feast on cherries.
Chirping crickets and buzzing bees day to day,
As the earth moves round in the familiar way.
Eager frogs leap wide eyed on a vivid quest;
And blue snakes slither in the emerald bushes.
Tortoises and turtles do a slow dance with June,
As ruby-throated hummingbirds hum a sunny tune!
Categories:
racoons, animal, green, life, nature,
Form:
Free verse
has a two story part,
a one story part,
a new part,
an old part
and an antique part.
Gables and pediments facing all directions of the compass
Tie all the parts together.
There are some concave outside walls;
There are some convex Inside walls.
The house breathes.
It sees with its many large window lights;
Knowing where the kids are,
Watching the horses kick up their heels,
Catching glimpses of new spring kittens
scurrying out from under the porch,
Seeing with watchful eyes
as the kids ski behind flying horses,
Keeping an eye on the dog
herding the grand-baby away from the corrals.
Seeing the skunks, racoons, foxes and coyotes
slip by as we sleep,
They brace against the winds
as they turn from south to north.
The glass in the antique part ripples
keeping the view in constant motion –
never resting.
The grand antique porch has hosted birthdays; graduations; weddings;
rendezvous and funerals.
Giving sanctuary to many a friend
needing a place to come and sit in quiet for a while
The house takes comfort from the music of a whistle
coming from the workshop.
Then watching the kids go, one at a time.
Then the whistler was gone –
Yet it still holds out its arms and wings and peaks
securely protecting its remaining occupant.
The house suits me,
it is my eye candy,
it holds my heart.
I will live my last in this house
surrounded by my life.
Categories:
racoons, happiness, history, introspectionhouse, house,
Form:
Sonnet
I should have been recycled and placed in the bin
It wouldn't hurt there ,Id be cozy with cans and tin
Dragged up the hill for the trash men with their bright orange vests
I'd watch for the racoons who like to root and make a mess
Take me home , take me apart , make a new me once again
No one could chastise me, make fun or call me a has been
I'd need a new mother and father , brother sister or two
If I was recycled and became a lawyer maybe I'd sue
Life would start over and I could forget all the past
Meet all new people , create memories that last
Recycle, recycle it's a mighty powerful word
If God got creative maybe I'd come back as a bird
God lives up in Heaven,is the greatest recycler of all
I hope to be recycled and come back and be tall
My hopes and my dreams will be recycled as well
Hopes and dreams bought on margin, maybe I'll sell
I'd miss all my family and all of my friends
My face would be on milk cartons as if I was ten
Categories:
racoons, allegory, anxiety, happy, me,
Form:
Free verse
towering racoons
pose for a candid snapshot
amidst trunks skirting
Categories:
racoons, animals, funny, imagination, nature,
Form:
Haiku
The day I heard about the spill.
It made me feel extremly ill.
The wildlife was my first thought.
And all the death the spill has brought.
The birds the fish and the animals to.
The numbers are greater than we ever knew.
The animals are the ones we'd forgotten.
I think this whole thing is really rotten.
It's not just birds and fish that were toxic.
There's rabbts, racoons and even the foxes.
It's hard to see them covered in oil.
When I saw it on T.V. it made my blood boil.
There are some people that deserve a shout.
My hat does go off to all who helped out.
Categories:
racoons, naturefish,
Form:
Rhyme
--Ashtray's Mistakes--
Prehistoric defibrillating battlegrounds. The memorial, obviously unpleasant.
Entrapped in the know how, detrimental reimbursement.
Sundried; like the corpse of a moon bridge, fading away.
Tinfoil hats do no justice. Kin heart, rose defiled.
Disappointment, incomprehensible. Figurative…Imaginary. Could have been starstruck. Maybe fate decrees it so mortal.
Crumbled a lust, fragmented on shores of hatred.
Shivers graced goosebumps in the night. Fairy tale nonsense.
Ever met a court ruled drug addict? They are like Racoons in the ash tray.
Puppet strings, bare minimum.
Shattered in like the head mounts of a lobotomy.
Ice saw pack hence, suffocating screams intriguing the latter.
Mistakes, Miss Takes. Mrs. Takes…Vents face. Winding. Notion unparalleled. Bare night, a shovel. Two rags, pulling up the fences.
Time to run track. Faded into a haze of stardew. Gristle of nectar closing in.
Turn over the tide. Met with a seabreeze of defiled mannerisms, the flies equivalent.
Meticulous drooling hatred, seeping into the husks of tranquility. Indignant flesh craved. Utterly despised.
Lie on the back. Here comes the ashtray.
Rowdy like blood-soaked vengeance.
Heat albeit at a dismay, thoughts lay. Unprovoked, unsettled. Splitting image.
Reincarnate.
Categories:
racoons, anger, freedom, how i
Form:
Free verse
You bet he's real,
He oft scratches at my door...
Not like Christy's cheesey racoons...
Guess she don't rate the grand tour...
I told him to go stalk Christy...
While she's listening to
Shiveree's "Goodnight Moon"..
(I'd recommend to everyone, on You Tube-
phenomenal tune and video!!! Just ask Christy...)
Some people may say no,
There really is no "Santanic Claws"-
To which I'd say "That's rubbish"!
And give them reason to then pause...
I wish it was a dream....
And I was z'in' logs...
But trust me, there's a cause...
Don't know what is it,
But beware just the same...
Maybe one night...
He'll call out your name...
Believe me,
That would be a shame...
And yes, Shar,
I live in the forest
Of Hansel and Gretel Cold Cuts,
With witches flyin' about,
Nowadays they use vacs...
Seems brooms are now obsolete,
And they found they were fended
off from their witch attacks...
And now their's a rumor go'in round,
They got that young "Potter" clown...
Knocked him clear off his darn broom,
And he hit the ground....
True, many noises, I do hear,
But let me just say,
It's the people upstairs who
scare me the most...
Even till this late day...
See I live in a trailer...
And no "upstairs" there should be...
I just wonder what it is up there....
That is surely stalking me....
And yes, Heide...
The remote is still gone...
Betcha those witches were involved..
They think me they can con...
Speaking of can con...
Thing I'll visit CanCun,
I better head out real soon...
Surely before the
Next full moon..
Egads, I just thought...
Halloween is upon us...
And I wish I had bought...
Some garlic clusters,
Or whatever you use..
For protection from witches
'Cause I don't wanna
fall prey...
To those Sons of a B_tches..
Categories:
racoons, adventure, imagination, mystery, parody,
Form:
Ballad
Juxtaposition
tuesday morning
garbage truck rattles, roars
an early reveille
quiet
`recycle truck
bits of card board flying
routes me from deep
winter’s repose
shhhhhhhh
the snow plow
scraping silence from my road
I AM AWAKE!!!
traffic
bear wanders silently
on heavy padded paws
owl’s wings barely whisper returning to her nest
racoons stir and sleep again hollowed trunks
deer step gingerly upon a daily path
heads held high
vigilant, nostrils flare
gulping in frigid air
for the scent of wolf.
moving on
welcome peace returns
a benediction in white
wild mice search for seeds
Categories:
racoons, morning,
Form:
Free verse
follow me
across barren land
where unnamed streets
etch a path
to a town
unborn
watch the nearby hills
come to life
beneath the whisper
of gentle wind
their silhouettes
reflecting the golden hues
of day
their dance
as gentle
as summer's breeze
follow me
down cobblestone streets
forming in the distance
as frames of wood
take shape
beneath the sledge
of hammers
echoing
the screams
of protestors
trying to save
what little beauty
remains
follow me
along the banks
of streams
where deer
come to drink
and racoons
frolic
and play
in the confines
of space
remaining
follow me
down memory lane
where wooded lands
and wildflowers
flourished
nourished
by the rain
as it fell
all around
follow the drop
of rain
as it lands
upon the velvet petals
then trickles down
reclaimed by the roots
of what existed
before houses
took shape
follow the trickle of rain
as it streams
towards edges of creeks
already overflowing
with rain
unclaimed
follow me
down paths
of destruction
as toppled buildings
lay in ruins
as the floods
reclaim the land
follow me
across barren land
where named streets
etch a path
to a town
destroyed
Categories:
racoons, analogy, rain,
Form:
Free verse
Twenty-Four ?
At my door...
I hear them knocking...
I hear them roar...
What are they?
Shapeshifting phantoms?
Ghosts of Holloween-Pasts?
Christy's Racoons?
I can't make them out
But they're there,
I have no doubt...
Tweny-four...
At my door....
God knows,
There'll soon be more.
Categories:
racoons, adventure, funny, mystery,
Form:
Burlesque
A powerful hunter, of varied species
Watchfully gazing, they perch on high
Eyesight of excellence, strong hooked beak
Awaiting your prey, vultures, a splendid relation
Incredible wingspan, as they take flight
Found near water, perched on feathered legs
Fish a-plenty, hunting ground
Boot, harpy, snake, fish and sea
Of four divisions so they belong
Rainforests, deserts, coasts thy be found
Of almost every habitat
Foraging for food
Make way to the nest
Eyries of the ledge, frequently of the trees
Align thy grass, twigs and leaves
Display a valid courtship
Allocate thy mate
Somersault with might and weight
Protect thine eggs, chicks will hatch
Be guarded, vulnerability be aware
Return thy food, to motherly shelter
Protect from snakes, ravens, racoons
Promote survival, train thy young
Eagle calls across thy territory
Attention thus occupied
With wings outstretched
Take thy stand
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Categories:
racoons, children, education,
Form:
Free verse
Animals
Animals love us,
and we love them,
So take action
to save the same.
Big cats from the African savanna
or Orangutans from the Borneo forests,
the world if full of creature
found only in places rarest.
Birds also are important,
Some are found in American woods,
But I found many, right in my neighborhood.
Amphibians and reptiles,
all lay eggs,
many of them
may dare to eat cleggs!
Ostriches, beavers and caribous,
drakes, eels and kangaroos,
quails, seals and camels,
arboreal animals and mammals.
Moles, sharks and rhinoceros,
fawns, parrots and hippopotamus,
Polliwogs, does and baboons,
Salamanders, budgies and racoons.
Animals of every kind and more,
so go out there and explore!
Categories:
racoons, 5th grade, 6th grade,
Form:
Rhyme
...and the warnings rang strong
...and the cauldron wheezed
...and the magma lapped at strapping branches,
genetically equipped, with a passion,
for protecting the bulb
...and the poet rhymed on
...and the emperor, Nero, has resurfaced
...and the swinging, singing, stinging swarm
cycled back
...and the funk of it reached fecal proportions,
surpassing sweetness of rotting racoons
on the roadside
...and the poet rhymed on.
Categories:
racoons, adventure, allusion, america, analogy,
Form:
Free verse