Best Snagging Poems

It's quiet here - quiet in a way that catches me off guard. The tranquility is almost tangible, something I can touch and hold and wrap around myself. I can hear the pulse of faraway waves, the faint hum of the wind, the nonsensical call...

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Cyclops moon's silver beams
piercing crowded misty dreams,
lonely stroll through fog filled trees
whispers heard on Autumn breeze,
side ways glances in the park
fill my thoughts of creatures dark.
As I walk through guarded wood,
peeking out from shrouded hood,
no eyes through molten shadows seen
I walk this place where souls...

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The Hush of Christmas Past


It came more slowly then.
After Thanksgiving
the lights and decorations
started showing up.
The excitement started to build.
Santa showed up at the
department store,  The
ads in the newspapers
were larger, some even
in color.  There was talk of
“the list”, and “naughty or nice”.
It was agonizing...

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half speed of sound
nose-diving from dizzy heights
snagging baby's brunch...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A SPIDER
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I weren’t a spider, not even my relatives are a friend
Getting close to another kinsman could bring a lethal end
We're not a glamorous group, we are hairy and scary
We set up snares and spin webs snagging...

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My psyche's playground
Is a horrific landscape:
There is no escape 
From the snagging cleft
Of its jagged inlay,
As steep as a million years of seeping blood
Coagulated through coldheartedness 
Confusion and subterfuge 
- It's like coming home when your lover's asleep,
Or breaking a promise by taking a peek;...

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My favorite radio show
is Wait...Wait, Don't Tell Me!
on NPR near you.

But, it has bothered me,
over the years,
a snagging voice in sign-off background,
threatening the host will see me again next week,
as if that was the answer we had awaited,
and so hoped he would not tell us.

Why...

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Objet Trouve*

diverse assortment of art
on the stoop, enticing allure
bright clay pottery
welded lawn ornaments
photographs and paintings

             inside the gallery
             traveler's treasure trove
...

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Very, very naughty I can sometimes be
Turning over a new leaf but I sure need to pee
Be back in a jiff
Well that's really if
I can zip my zipper without snagging my wee tree...

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You would've labeled it a shotgun wedding,
if you'd seen how we rushed it,
snagging the license on Friday morning
and exchanging vows that same evening.

No white dress, no people-packed pews,
simply a long drive in my brother's Chevy,
from St. Louis to Morse Mill, Missouri;
that July day burned into...

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** In This Last Waltz **

I am swirling around thoughts,
Swirling even ‘tween ‘em , too — stepping forward —
Getting ready for this nght’s joys to end , and 
See The Last Waltz come up on my dance card.

I’m twirling thru wonderings 
— Biding my time...

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Executing the realm of beauty,
puncturing your torturess soul
while the sinister truth exemplifies purity,
the kind you lost along the way.
You can't see that longing,
you can't comprehend that willingness-
the deepest form of revenge-
success.
And with the success,
all that surpasses is the crooked
unreliable action,
a pretense definition that karma is...

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Recover


I  have no clear  recollection at all 
That time rescued me from any pain
I know it wasn’t yesterday or a week ago
Because ridged shards of it still remain

They pierce my heart with a razors edge 
The  sharp edges snagging my soul
Tearing the...

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No Way Out
By Rick Rucker

As recently as a year ago,
I knew not, which way to go,

From financial ruin, to likely cancer,
I could not seem to forge an answer,

I went to work, all depressed,
My problems, largely unaddressed,

My problems seemed to overwhelm,
I could not seem to grasp...

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Textures

Burlap and satin, old age and youth,
that’s probably backwards to tell the truth.
Cause something that’s satin, is easily cut.
While hide of pure burlap is tested and tough.

Burlap and satin, old age and youth,
a rigid garment and something that’s smooth.
Shining and snagging with rugged touch
not giving...

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