Best Snakey Poems
Sipping the
Poisoned, dark
Inky medicine..
I am Remiscent of a
strange Alchemy
silently lulLing the
unsuspecting Lovers
surreptitiously Into the twisty,
snakey, turNy underworld of
Gnarly trees and
rootS that writhe to
triP the unwary heart.
a pastIche of memory that
Reminds of
Alluring all
the Lost souls
sLowly
Into the
Nocturnal
Gaze of the
omniScient
ever Present,
ever lovIng
fatheR and creator
of All things;
indeLible,
everLasting,
consIstently
eNgaged for
Goodness
Ryan Jackson
Contest Name Animals on your mind...
Aussie Blue Heeler
Seen em strike, brown snakey type,
When cattle dogs are near,
Seen the bite cut off the hide,
With bloody sheep shearing shears.
Saved dogs life?
Seen brown snakes pulled from logs,
hunting cattle dog, blue heelers,
Seen dogs eating brown snakes, alive,
Scales n all, Blue demon dealer.
Blue heeler used to get the Scrubber, (wild cattle)
Back in the bloody herd,
The runner got nipped on his heels,
Therein blue heeler word.
Religious types came to me ,
The blue dogs intercepted,
Snapping at their heels they were,
left , without a blessing.
Snarling guard dog he will bite,
Right about your heel,
Faithful watchful a delight,
And then your heart he’ll steal.
Don Johnson 22-june-11
Once a little harmless turtle went a- walking ‘round the loop,
caught his little baby toe and ended up in turtle soup.
While the doves mourned his misfortune, sun set down behind the hills,
all the turtles gathered in their shells to guard against such spills.
On the morrow, signs were posted there before the deadly loop-
this prevented harmless turtles ending up in yucky soup.
As the days stretched into weeks, the peace in turtledom was great:
not a single little shell-back ended up in bowl or plate.
Came along one day a snakey- past the sign and ‘round the loop,
caught his little snakey belly and, you guessed it- snakey soup!
For he hadn’t read the sign, so neatly scribed in turtle scratch,
(in a slip’ry snakey brain that sort of thing is hard to catch).
Since the turtle signs are meant for little turtle eyes to see,
makes them not so clear to others, like a snake or you and me.
If, by chance, your toes go walking, don’t get caught around the loop-
stubbing one and then another, you’ll end up as poet soup!
(for the Turtle Soup contest)
Putting words in "MY" mouth was your FIRST and LAST mistake!
"I" must destroy you now. I wonder how long will this take.
I really don't want to hear any excuse that you could make.
I officially changed your name to FakeJaketheSnake!
Don't bother denying it! You know exactly what you did.
So, get to running little rabbit! Silly tricks really are for KIDS!
What you did really stinks to high heaven; you little coward.
But, you will be cleaned up, when, upon you, my words get showered.
When I'm done with you, for mercy my words will make you beg.
Now, what do YOU call a man, with a hole between his legs.
If you had something to say, you should have put it in a post.
Don't play with me! A coward is what I despise the most!
The "Destroyer" and "THE'great'ONE" is where you should have kept your tricks.
But, since you tried to play ME, in your mouth you must get kicked.
If you had beef with her, then you should have kept it there.
I was not involved in that mess! I truly did not care!
YOU are the one, who got "THE'great'ONE" out of the way,
And as soon as she "WISES UP," P.D. will make you pay!
Please explain to me: "What did you get out of this in the end?"
Was this just about making her lose two of her friends?
You coward. You snake. You little speck of a man!
If no one else can call you out, then I certainly can.
Your sneaky snakey nature is about to be faced,
Since the "MAIL" that "YOU" sent "ME" never ever got erased!
Therefore, I have the evidence clearly within hand.
So, soon, I will make sure that EVERYONE understands.
You really should have found another way to do your bidding.
You involved the wrong guy, and I'm not even "KIDDING!"
You should have been honest...the way a REAL man is suppose to.
Now, it is within my power and my pleasure to expose you!
THIS situation for you can do nothing more than worsen,
Because like I said before, you just messed with the WRONG PERSON!
Creeks in your heart flower the moss that stagnates
blood is red rubied and frozen dead
it is protoplasmic is my guess
rooted deep check with floss
slights and rejects have numbed you sad
emotional rocks and hearty shocks
have slithered in snakey and they are sinking glad
poison is sinewed and wide spread
if there is anything sourer than sour
then it is you my lad!
any sharp look pierces in like broken glass
onlooker is enemy that you wished were dead
down eyed not syndromed so you live
breaths do come and go-life does not
violence builds in grey not escaping
though you wish with impotent futility
to give them all back
dear boy! hold on to all you got
here is another SACK!
over the brink and good gaud (with him yeah) solid dead!
Dribbling
If someone continually gets knocked down
Eventually they will give up the ghost
If around every corner is more negativity
Which of us has lost the most?
Started to believe
More fool me
Be another page
In my sad history
Knock me back
I’m used to it
Should I care
Should I give a
If you had me and lost me
How much did you lose?
I never dreamt this for you
But then,
I never dreamt it for me,
Too
Never got beyond the opening gambits
The if's the that's
The why's and wherefore's
The dangled conversation
The fandangled expression
The ooh's the ah's
The more's the baa's
The ponderous the wonderful
The hip the snakey
The half asleep
The wide awakey
The shakers
The quakers
The jitterers
The poem makers
The right from wrongs
The singers the songs
The left from right
The right from not-so
You never understood
None of you
Never had a clue
Poem as
Cathartic expression
Class dismissed
End of lesson
I’ve told you a thousand times
Don’t exaggerate
And if you’re not early
Don’t be late
Mind your p’s and q’s
Your x y z’s and your w’s
Let it flow
Let it grow
Mind what’s going on
Down below
Every sperm is sacred
Monty Python taught us so
How long’s a rollercoaster
Compared to a sapling
If you think about
Why is money happening
Haven’t had this much fun
In years and years
Still wondering about sweetcorn
WTF? Ears, ears?
Just letting my mind
Cleanse itself
Nothing left
On the shelf
There’s an infinite number
Of poems to be written
If I call this one,
Will it be forgiven?
I’m here and now
Ducking and fighting
A paper bag
Doesn’t come when writing
There was an old poet called Neil
Who wrote something for the thrill
Everyone groaned
Some even moaned
At poor Neil Neil orange peel
Don’t worry
I’ll get me coat
Not wanted here
I won’t get the goat
There’s barely a day goes by
Without me trying to marry
Sigh with my
I wonder why
This butterfly
The poems cry
And if I’m high
Or do or die
I’ll fly
Aye
I’ll fly
Aye
For the end is nigh…
PS
There’s a reason for this coda
Nothing to do with odour
But I’m not going to tell you
Or give you a clue
The best poems are written
To make you think,
I think.
28.4.2022 9:06am
wiry wily
snakily snake
like a load of spaghetti
all coily not straight
roundy and writhy
curly with flow
like stringy all knotty
and cotton to sew
a scribble of dribble
all longy in length
and bendy and turny
beginning to end
spirally spiralled
wriggly and roll
wiggled and wavy
like a zigzaggy pole
snakey and snakile
like an old twisty loop
sinewed and mazy
or ouroboros hoop
so anyway a snake
a snake anyway
did I mention a snake
I think I did say
I first saw Snakey in my flower garden.
I had moved a large rock and he was curled up under it.
There were some beautiful X’s in his pattern.
I did not want to know if there was a rattle on his bum.
So I put the rock back and let him continue his slumber.
The next time I saw Snakey, he was slithering in the yard.
He had dashed around the base of a walnut tree.
Going fast, traveling for what reason? Was he after a mouse?
I watched, but could not see at this distance.
I am pretty sure it was the same snake. Tan with a bit of yellow.
About a week later I found Snakey at the top of my concrete steps
They are in my side yard which lead up to my second garden.
It was a sunny day. He was curled up in a fetal position, soaking up rays.
I decided to go a different way that day.
I was not afraid, but he looked incredibly comfortable.
I did not want to disturb him.
~~Max And The Snake~~
Max is scared of spiders
Insects and butterflies too
He doesn’t like kittens or cats
But he likes a rabbit or two.
Max is adorable and he has only just turned three
Blond hair and blue eyes and a face so full of glee
.
He’s not that keen on dogs either, so I did a double take
When his mum sent me a photograph
Of Max, wrapped up in a snake.
He is standing smiling widely
His impish face is set alight
A five foot snake all over him
And he’s laughing with delight.
His mum was not there at this particular time
She would have screamed down the place
If she had known there was this Crime
She thought about complaining and I think she had a case
She said she nearly fainted, to see a snake on Max’s face.
Her friend reassured his mum, no harm would the snake do
He had not long ago eaten, a great big rat or two
It will be a long time before the snake needs to be fed
So Max can play with snakey, the Ex-babysitter said.
Max’s mum looked at her, a bewildered look upon her face
But Max jumped up and kissed his mum, and said, “that would be ace”.
I solemnly do declare
That I had wet me underwear
I got an awful scare
It was pink and purpley and bare
When I looked inside there
And had a mane like a mare
With a one eyed snakey stare
I actually screamed, I swear
When I noticed the neglect and care
It was as big as an ant bear
Until it said "Get a life"
I said "Phew" the thing in the bed is just the wife
Good night
S is my hammock, rock me.
t is the cross I hang myself upon, stop suffering nothing.
r I sit in your shade, your arms too long.
e, yes, I eat. Ramen and chocolate muffins do me well, and just poorly enough.
S is for you: smoky, spiky, sexy.
Stupid -
(that one's me.)
Surprisingly, suddenly sweet.
Snakey.
Relief is not what I get from these words;
You want less than me.
Snake pops up out of dead leaf pile.
Grandchildren scream.
Grandma picks up snake, a garter, not a python.
Puts snake on her lap, begins singing a "snakey song".
Everyone's in line, wanting the next turn.
All fear gone.
Yo, listen up, let me share a tale,
'Bout Medusa, the Gorgon, with a story to prevail,
She was once a human, with a life so fine,
But Athena cursed her, and now she's one of a kind.
She's got snakes for hair, and a gaze so cold,
Can turn you to stone, with a glance, so bold,
She's the Sexy Snake, with a power so grand,
Don't look at her, or you'll be petrified, in this digital land.
In 2025, she's still got the skill,
To turn the haters to stone, with a single thrill,
She's a queen of the game, with a reputation so dark,
Don't mess with Medusa, or you'll be left in the park.
She's got a past, that's marked with pain,
Poseidon's assault, and Athena's curse, in vain,
But now she's risen, with a power so supreme,
She's the one they fear, in this modern dream.
So if you're feeling bold, and you think you're the best,
Just remember Medusa, and her snakey nest,
She's the Sexy Snake, with a gaze so divine,
Don't look at her, or you'll be turned to stone, in this 2025 shine.
I must protect you, from reality. I must, my loved ones, or else your minds nice
like mice will explode. Shock, fear, why.
In reality, I am a curry in a bowl, spice,
Tangy to touch, it shocks the tongue
With a million blisters, reality flung.
I have no choice. I am hopeless, but
I still care about you, strangely, must
I? No, but like an evil saint, I keep dust away from you. I’m honest about my
Personality, I believe I’m evil, ask why?
I protect you from that. It’s the least I can do, I am snakey but I still try to be a man,
I was born bad, boredom issues. It’s pointless telling you, so I do the least I can, save you the terrified tears.