Best Stalks Poems
Lurking in the darkest shadows,
she looks for one of us to hound,
trying to catch a little glimpse
as she staggers along and limps
Spittle and drool keeps dripping
from yellow teeth and snarling lips.
She whines and hunches her back
picking out one of us to attack.
Alone because she's made enemies
of those who once pitied her, but
she never let us howl our intentions
and blocked any effort of intervention.
With watchful eyes she tries to be sly
and has an ego that's rude and annoying.
She's always waiting for the chance
to trounce, then do her trophy dance.
She takes swipes and nips at our butts
when she thinks she has the upper hand,
but her whining doesn't matter to us.
Our pack calls her 'the ornery old cuss.'
Let her coo and take those falsetto bows,
and let her think she's a ruling queen,
but we all know she's just a looney hyena
while we laugh at her haughty demeanor.
^. .^
1/31/17
Poetry in an animal's view
contest by Jamie
On steep slopes
Ice picks break
Crow swears
I see you there, lurking in the shadows of deceit.
You rear your ancient head to strike and oh your prey tastes sweet.
Demonic grin, the damage done, your poison pulses hot.
Hell bent on our destruction, your vengeance waning not.
Your venom goads in cycles, each day another round.
One to soar us way up high, then one to bring us down.
Down so hard, we're in a fog when time to go to work.
so just a little stimulant to get us going first.
Lured behind the wheel. "Come on, let's roll the dice".
Believing we're OK, tho we could take another's life.
Yes, I see you there lurking in the shadows of deceit;
vile demon with each sunrise, the addict must defeat.
Karma why stalk me?
what crime have i committed
to deserve this wraith
Death stalks me
I sense his eyes upon me
I hear his footsteps follow
And I feel his cold breath upon my neck
Death stalks me
I will not try to run
I’ll walk this path I’ve always walked
A path now hardened by these weary years
Death stalks me
I will not try to hide
Though the road I travel
Is sheltered by the shadow of my sorrows
And clouded by the tears of my pain
I will not cower there
I will walk calmly and boldly forward
Even though I know
That death stalks me
And someday I will be his
Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated
intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous
orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively socially vociferating
profuse living color rainbow pastiche
teeming soundgarden smorgasbord
cornucopia ignites mordent Utopian aural swath
visual vistas stilling spellbinding
spilling riotous carpeted web
uniting doubting Thomas's existentialism
despite unanswered queries
asper diverse modalities each specie evolved
to survive despite countervailing destructive forces
generating plethora pandemonium ironically
promulgating harmonic exemplary convergence
Highland Manor concourse aflame with new life
parented by instinctive imprimatur anonymous patents
now genetic mapping usurped with untold outcome
analysis bred crispr discovery Earthlings fiddling
glorifies honied indemnity Judeo-Christian kudos
leaves of grass kudzo resistance mutation immunizes
biosphere once prolific differentiation shrinks
becoming monocultural setting virtual stage
catastrophe plus food shortage would become
global debacle predicated, sans virulent
viral and/or bacterial strain renting asunder
tripwire unspooling delicate webbed whirl
already widely compromised more so
since Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring
*****sapiens population explosion
pits profligate predilections planet Earth in extremis
dire crisis cavalierly dismissed humans
in hot pursuit racking up superfluous wealth
dirty deeds done dirt cheap - tricking
mother nature, who will unwittingly
spring scrumptious feeding off scrimmage
forcing capitulation or total extinction
meanwhile fostering long tall floral inflorescence
a composite having sessile flowers
apiary abuzz, cuz queen bee
can no longer wax bereft of royal jelly.
The sequestered plots of green
the rice shoots sway in the wind
overcast sky remains strangely still
ominous signs of a heavy downpour
that may flood the crop field
washing away the green shoots
watery grave stretching to the horizon.
The rain falling off and on
bringing relief to the dry season
filling the rivers, ponds and lakes
the woolen winter, spring and summer
coming back again to soothe
the fray tempers and parched lands.
A flooded street keeps you indoors
chocking sewerage pipes and gutters
drinking water sources are full of germs
floating carcasses everywhere
rooftops waiting to go under
multi-storied buddings holding out
a little more till they fall sideways
or front faced one on top of another.
Rains can raise the food stocks
the unceasing downpours trail
flooding the countryside and littoral cities
synchronizing with hotter summers
rising sea levels and melting iceberg
Noting new in this but there is no action.
His head droops
listless mid-day
Waves of heat
Collar damp
shirt clings
Seconds drag
Minutes, eternities
Knees rain perspiration
Rivulets of sweat
in between the lines
His pen, heavy
ink drains
eyelids heavy
slumber stalks him
Nurtured into a budding bloom
My hands are busy, they start and soon
Shake with blue; white; doves intone
Bones, body brown with eyes that drone
Like tiny gashes sewn up by hand
Tempered temper: fueled and fanned
Dripping dew from simple soil
Bead and bend, like drops of oil
Slick, smooth and shadowed still,
Rush the ground like boulders fill
Forgotten craters; satyrs; round and then
Devil’s whittled son, left wooden red.
dry stalks wither bent
remembering flowering
melon lips part
Moonless, the night pastes itself
onto an imaginary sky.
Cats crouch.
Under-bush nibblers in their bolt holes
whisker speak,
as trembling senses crawl
into a skin-tight stillness.
A cloud scatters
shredding threads of perception.
A lamp-lit moon glow
peers through a momentary window,
sees the swishing tail,
the twitching interim paused
in apprehension.
A tablue is caught
in the creeping stealth
of blood calling to blood.
Tracks will be hoar frosted over,
all will be well met
by the narrow boned dawn
where cawing crows may gather
for their pickings.
Just electrocute my body
Just electrocute your body
Justice knows that we are one body.
Because the universe stopped breathing,
My body is glowing, transmuting
glow'n dark
towards a lost lowing, a low yellow spark
sucking in
Everything,
Everything tainted; indiscriminate fire,
I desire to be one and two but I shall cut
And make a sweater out of the Red
Sea
part of me, we
silver mock-heroes gyrating
gilded on sunlight streams
as our life
expels from our lungs, at last, zephyr
dealing sour spindles
inserted slowly into my laughing eye.
Fear stalks dwellers of illusion
Man’s afraid of blinking
Stagnation cause of confusion
Humanity sinking
Awareness self-aware
Side steps each ego snare
As love with love does pair
Heart balks
Fear stalks
03-May-2022
Quietus
Making sense of it all…
our grandest myth
Wisdom born of age,
bleeds from youth’s betrayal
Questions drying unvarnished,
naked meanings
Darker darks reface the cliff,
edges sharper cut
Two images, clearer than before,
preying in deadly contrast
As wonder divides the day,
—fear stalks the night
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Do the dancing shadows of the swaying trees
make me grasp that all the shrilling fowls
have gone to rest and dusk will increase fears...
not until a stomping phantasmal image prowls!
A swift phantom stalks me,
I worry that it'll harm me;
if phantoms incessantly haunt
and infuse fear in the faintest
of heart...will his groans taunt?
I don't look back and rant!
Are other phantoms down the murky
path where owls stare and coo strangely;
Even they are frightened and seem frail,
and seeing me run they scatter over the trail;
I show goosebumps on the arms and face
as the unyielding ghost keeps a fast pace.
Has this happened to a nightwalker seeking loneliness
who likes to stroll and reflect on the awesomeness
of such infinite universe for us to own tomorrow?
Has someone felt the urge to explore and not fear
a crawling sound, or the shabby wanderers that leer?
If I stop thinking of that swift phantom stalking me,
I lose the sense of imagination that nature isn't too safe...
instead it must thrill me and connect me to enchanted silence
and to God who promises His protection whenever I may be.