Best Slender Poems
The long, green tail twitching on the kitchen floor
Fills me with disgust, so I throw it outside.
I'm aware that my obligate carnivore
Has a secret that she disdains to confide.
The cat grabbed the lizard while crouched in the shade.
She enjoyed a meal of reptilian feast,
Yet she kept the tail, brought in to be displayed.
My sweet, cuddly cat, my predatory beast.
Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus
A slender birch tree with spiral scars
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings
Still clutching many bright yellow leaves,
Some collecting at its base like a discarded garment
Sunlight, just a small shaft flickers bright dapples on tiny dancers
Ocherous curtains against the bruised sky
Prodigious vibrant final act
Just for me
The tree manages a sly curtsey
in my direction,
Sacrificing more of her fragile costume
My beautiful rosy-cheeked child kicks playfully
through the saffron sea of discarded programs
“Here are some for you Mama” he says
as he bursts into the kitchen smelling of peanut butter and early fall
There he deposits a chubby handful of my regard
gently into my apron pocket
And into my heart's hiding place as well
Perfect poignant performance;
Beautifully done slender birch,
Most beautifully done
Slender Memories stay with me of the night that you left
Slender Memories stay with me of a night i cant forget
Slender Memories stay with me when I try to think of why
Slender Memories stay with me of when i fell deep into your eyes
Slender Memories stay with me of the Love I had for you
Slender Memories stay with me that's why I cant forget you
Slender Memories stay with me of the night that you left
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
An ethereal lady visiting us!
She arrives magnificently dressed
In white silky laces, and exquisite silver jewellery,
Glistening and glittering, in a light feathery gown.
She breezes in dancing and prancing around the trees,
But gradually her angelic silhouette gets blurred
By a luminous veil - her dainty slender figure
Becoming translucent to our eyes...
With her celestial magic wand, she turns the tall
Evergreens gorgeously adorned with
Shimmering snow-pellets, each snowflake reflecting
Elation and ecstasy concealed and crystallized!
tainted it is to me
ruthless it may see
usurp it may glee
tangible it may be
hoax as it may flee
There is a sense of one's own mortality,
in this brittle light of a cold winter's day.
There is a brave conspiracy,
That exclaims to be gay.
In this brittle light of a cold winter's day,
be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red,
exclaiming to be gay.
For life swings by a slender thread.
Be not deceived by any brilliant leaf of red.
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
For life swings on a slender thread,
and I must know this,....know and trust
The fire will wane and turn to dust.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent,
and I must know this,....know and trust,
It is meant to be, with no relent.
The bow of life's eternal form is bent.
There is a brave conspiracy.
It is meant to be, with no relent.
There is a sense of one's own mortality.
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by Carrie Richards
far in the forests
deep down in the undergrowth
easier to find
in hindsight of open minds
there appears the slender man
he has not a face
and is often found walking
stalking silently
he makes himself known through fear
though hidden within the trees
strangely tall he is
his arms abnormally long
some say hes demon
and others think he is guardian
he is mystery—master
there has been much talk
that slender man does stalk
preying on small children
appearing in their photos
who is to say they are wrong?
i have seen him once
and many times in nightmares
i am hearing more
—just remember little ones
the slender man works through fear
his tendrils outstretched
the fright face in a white blur
i swear i saw him
far from the forests of green
locking my mind in a fright
honestly im scared
that i will find him again
heard he kills grown men
not just the little children
not just the little children
i hope they are wrong
no one really knows for sure
all i really know
is what i am told of him
is what i have seen of him
my fear is greater
as i grow ever older
i need the light on
it seems i am a child at heart
as he watches in the dark
11/26/12
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Deep in Slender Man's void of existence,
Long fingers open an old-fashioned, gothic box
She watches excitedly for his reaction
A mini puppet show plays within,
Featuring little children—
Little, creepy dead children
Strange, carnival-type music plays off tune
As the pale children dance in a circle with glee
In the midst of the dancing there stands a tall figure without a face
And a very happy woman in his arms
The children open their hearts and sing:
"Oh happy days have cometh,
For Mr and Mrs. Slender,
Though dead we are we runneth,
With mirth ever rendered!
We sing this song on your behalf,
With dancing, joy, and many a laugh..."
And the smallest, creepiest, bloodiest girl
Comes up with a dazzling dress twirl:
"There shall be a pause of slaughter and beheading,
For Mr. and Mrs. Slender's wedding!"
And with charm the children dance and sing some more
As the slender man in the box does dance with the girl
But soon the little children disappear from view
Back into the box, in their respectful coffins
And the two figures in the box stand alone
As the girl hands him a wedding gift with a wink
Long fingers close the old-fashioned, gothic box
Looking happily at his wife in awe
To his delight she winks with many a blush
The slender loris loves the night
In Indian forests where
It shuns the light
And gingerly places each thin
And lanky little limb
On branches that bear
Gifts of food, especially insects
That the feather-weight loris
Inspects with enormous eyes
Wide with continual surprise
At nature’s amazing features,
Including that most mysterious
Of creatures, the elusive,
Magical loris.
Slender Kindred Glance
sun drenched, a field of
reflective grasses,
abosrbing the infernal rays
of that hot orb, swaying
in the breeze as they might,
their motion inspirits
my head and torso to sway
slowly in tandem,
in parallel time like
a lazy march, as the
rhythmic swirls
of dried seed heads
atop floral stalks, brush,
against one another,
crashing…. serving up
its falling germ,
ground-ward, glancing off
to one place or another.
as my human touch,
with its atomic currents,
attest to their certainty of
interaction, what would
I do, when a slender
kindred glance of
the ineffable breath,
yes that breath!
engaging that crowned
salutary word, which
sounded the first cry
to release, birthing
the slow crawl of animal
logic and its pool of
accrued totality; the
human sun, that human orb
bows down.
My eyes stare forward,
my breath has halted, the
fields of grass continue
swaying, they pay no mind,
it all started so long ago;
seed scurrying about
over the landscape,
lodging wherever, hidden,
patient, asleep for the
moment, awaiting the
conditions. Like them
I wait, I take
a full breath.
Slender was a svelte sexy, sensuous, sassy, scintillating cow.
Two bulls living in her new pasture both yelled out “Wow!”
She did not give them the time of day, she had a royalty air.
She only ate people food and sat on a favorite plush chair.
Who does she think she is? The other cows groused in a line.
Maybe Queen of the Pastureland said the prissy pig, Clementine.
They whispered about her persnickety ways, making fun of her so.
She did not care at all. Pleasing others was never her goal.
The two bulls got close to the windows to get a glimpse of this cow.
She was not excited about either, called them both a bow-wow.
The dog was insulted, and the cat was angry as she had ever been.
For Slender’s uppity ways and superior attitude never did end.
Vegetation verdant midst vapor-laden valley
Misty cloud-mountains mask mansions' mirage
Time trembles, delicate, teasing tender tree-shoots
Feathered flyers beat fast, beat furious, beat breathless
Oceans ooze overhead, omnipotent orchestration, oh so
Sonorous, solemn spectacle suggesting celebrations
Both beatific and bemused, beckoning bewitching
Doe-eyed denizens of languid, listless deltas ---
When my eyes alight upon your slender frame
Your swanlike grace freezing me
~ In the orb of your luxuriant gaze
A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Somewhere a slender shadow of a pretty lady
dreams of death and broken pieces of a dream.
Somewhere she knows love exist she knows
he doesn't believe in love.
He turns to dust before her eyes the dream dies
while the scent of his cologne stays behind.
Who believes in dreams anyway they are a simpler
way to pass the unreal day.
Life is much shorter than death.
Scars still rise from the last time.
A glass of water would be a relief
to wash away this new belief...
Of Shadow dreams slender touch,
a brush with Aphrodite lingers into
the next dream.