Best Stoats Poems
Wur in RE an the nuns are gien
oot sweeties, fur getting the kweschins right.
Three oota three, then she’s askin mae who Jesus’ mither is.
‘Ah doan’t know sista,’ ah tell hur.
She isnae happy an tells mae tae hink aboot it. So ah dae
an ah wurk oot Jesus wis god. It wis a trick kweschin,
‘he didnae hiv ah mither.’ Ma
sweet stoats aff the side ae ma heid.
She’s spittin in ma coupon fur a name, an
diggin hur digits in ma neck.
‘Ah doan’t know who Jesus’ friggin mither wis!’
Miraculously ah float tae the front ae the cless. Ma haun’s oot,
bit ah doan’t hink shill hit mae wae that big stick. Thwack!
Ah look doon it the bloody gash through ma puddlin
eyes, ‘yoo’ve broke ma haun’ ah croak,
then turn roon an boak.
The night would steal his love away
across the bridge of the moon.
He knew that it might try one day,
But it has come that bit too soon.
It cut itself a creature,
From its own satanic cloth,
And a rider plucked from Hades
Did bestride this behemoth.
Oh hear the sound
Of pounded ground
Beneath its fissured hooves!
See the craven ravens
Seeking highest high-up havens!
And the dizzy weak-kneed witches
Hiding timidly in ditches.
The bats, the rats,
The mice, the owls,
The creatures that slink through the night;
The foxes and stoats
And blubbering toads,
My, how he puts them to flight!
Evil will fear greater evil,
more than it fears good;
And even the daemons and dusky elves
Risk refuge under the Church’s rood.
Oh hear the churning of crumbling earth,
The turning helpless ravaged turf,
The creaking croaking breaking trees,
The rivers sprinting to the sea,
The children crying,
The weakened dying,
And the distant hiss of burning hope.
My prince, my prince, wake up, wake up!
The gate is opened, the drawbridge down!
Where is your armour, where your sword?
The lady will give you just reward!
The night has stolen his love away
across the bridge of the moon.
He knew that it might try one day,
But it came that bit too soon.
The sneaky, slinky weasel
Is weaselly recognised …
But stoats are stoatily different …
They’re ermine in disguise!
Pretty am I in this forest of green
Appreciate my eyes for I've seen what I've dreamed
Not that long ago when I was a little girl
What I had seen in my dreams made my heart twirl
To my knees I descend whilst holding out my hand
Catching the rays of the sun saying my girlhood command
For I recall in my dreams, they were not that long ago
To appear in front of me three fairies to please show
As soon as the sun touched, three fairies appeared to me
They cared for all around which made my eyes see
Something in me desired to see what they could do
A feeling of hope so young, filled my heart with true
I was taken to a clearing, amidst shrubs and flowers
Beside translucent pure, flowing among natures powers
Green laiden trees show their canopies of cover
Shadowing their below, but not one plant did cower
Everywhere I looked, I heard a rustling in the trees
Birds of coloured feathers branch hopping as they please
Insects on the wing, fluttering without a care
Whilst eyes appeared to blink, from their darkened lairs
Weasles, Stoats and Butterflies, play in blissful spy
Red Deer, Roe with their fawns, abound around I
Ripples in translucent pure, shadow from side to side
Then dart away at speed, at ease their bodies glide
I sit here in contemplation, as I recall this beautiful dream
I'm thankful to these three fairies, who were all that they seemed
They opened my eyes to see, those of a very young girl
In wonderment of this planet, that always set my heart in twirl
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-20.php
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
Early March, warm sunshine entices out
Numerous hidden sprig formed new leaves
From tree bark's yielding grey/brown seeping grout
encrusted branches stirring overhead
A Springtime environment conducive
For chattering chaffinchs' in their twos
Comes helpmate so eagerly to show
In nest mating rituals they enthuse
Herbaceous borders of sweet Summer stock
As high pressure heralds seasonal rain
Young fledglings bathing in puddles flock
Immaculately cut green lawn is laid
Under a medieval garden oak
Whose lightning-struck slit branches dip down low
Come country dwellers and city folk
To enjoy picnic fare under welcome shade
Crisscrossed stark bracken twigs blown far and wide
Tumbling, crispy dried, red/gold autumn leaves
Proclaims seasonal change as down they glide
Harvested wheat fields and ripe fruited fare
Evergreen trees, in lament, wave farewell
To bereft shedding foliaged trees
Where grey/red squirrels hide their last kernel
"Fear not, branches in arms, we shall stand guard"
Huff and puff, the wild winter storms take hold
Tempestuously taunts the upright elm
Forcefully humpbacked, it bends to unfold
Huntsmen hurdlers ride fleet in pursuit
As sycamore branches sate with new snow
Change the blasted landscape scenery
Badgers, moles and stoats in tracking go
Indistinguishable in form and size
Deep down in the Wild Wood
An empyty mansion stood-
Stoats & weasels squatted there for nowt,
Ratty,Mole & Badger with a loud shout
Helped careless Toad to kick them out.
WINTER SERIES
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winter beauty
belies danger... all take heed
snow can kill
moonlit snow... behold
mountain hare's... shadows feeding
ermine coated stoats
winter ptarmigan...
shadows that move up hills
white fauna hiding
snow buntings... confounders
white through spring and summer times
there is always one
Bevy of swans in a sea-fowl cloud,
starling mumuration,whispering aloud.
Wray of quail,where teal spring,
tiding of magpie,as larks nesting, cling.
Nightingale watch a hover of crows,
herd of wrens,hosting sparrows.
Flight of doves,lapwing deceit,
charm of finches,swallows sweet.
Kindle of kittens,knot of toads,
a yoke of oxen shed their load.
Den of snakes,skulk with fox,
shires stabled and boxed.
Business of ferrets,labour with moles,
span of mules in a string of foals.
Harrass of horse,husk of hares,
rake of colts with a stud of mares.
Drove of cattle,with a tribe of goats,
downs of sheep,pack of stoats.
Spider cluster in a thatch,
brood of game,hatched,matched
and despatched.
Autumn arrives as dark nights draw in,
Changing the landscape from Summer's green trim
In shades of gold, red and purple brown,
Falling leaves dying on sodden ground
Freshly bedecked in shades of golden hues
and flame flaring reds of one's and two's
Her hazel curls assume autumnal tones,
Wind lashed by whirling dropped pine cones,
Dishevelled, she shelters against damp blackened walls
As her tattered patchwork apparel about her falls
Nearby a leaf choked fountain no longer spurts
As squirrels and stoats hide in her skirts
Gathering her wayward children and twig sculptured pet
She scurries across harvested fields,
maternally driven and feeling bereft.
were in an oot eh aw the pubs
sent looking for my da.
i hope we find him soon
coz wait tae u see my ma.
shes gawn mental shouting an bawling
coz theres nothing tae eat.
shes pacing aroon the room
shes stamping her feet.
shes looking oot the windey
coz she hears um singing
coming up the street.
shes raging an a hink shes gonna greet.
there ma da stoats in way a massive grin
aw stop aw that moaning
will yeh big yin.
HAIKU
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moorland... wilderness...
attired in artic whiteness...
stoats in ermine coats...
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2/28/18
Haiku poetry contest sponsored by Deborah Beachboard
Nae dinner again
Ah heard my ma saying
Wit am ah gonna
Gee the blimming wains
We're staving ma the wains wid say
Shut yer mouths
Ave been trying to tap aw day .
Then in it stoats all drunk and insane
Dus ny even care about the stait eh his wains
My maw she's gone mental
Shouting we'res ma dosh
Don't you even care ya bass
They wains have had nae nosh
All slumped in his chair
He's drunk n doesn't care
Wen he wakes up
He'll even want mare.
Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Lucy's tongue is in a twist
Saucy Susie sang a song
Silly Susie sang it wrong
Slinky slimy slippery snakes
Hisses kisses to their mates
Stoats stay stoic on the sand
While Willy Wagtail forms a band
Bandicoots break into a simple song
Cos Saucy Susie sang all wrong
Still standing silently in shifting sand
Sarcastic Willy said "Ain't this grand
Someone here sure is silly
And I will tell you something it's not this Willy"
Ding, Dang Dong and Bong, Bam Bing
The band was good, who would sing?
Lucy lisps, Lucy lisps
Said "I'll give it a go, can you play Let's Twist"
PS
So to add to this Lucy lisps The Twist
Then they all recalled
They did it all without a drummer
Last summer
Compliments of Chubby Checker
Timothy shivered as the evening cooled,
he pulled tighter on his little coat.
Suddenly, right in front of him stood
his arch enemy - the Stoat.
The Stoat circled Timothy,who, shivering on the ground,
tried playing 'dead' on his back.
"Nice try,"said the Stoat, "that won't work with me,
you'll make me a nice little snack."
In an instant the light suddenly turned black,
Tim stood there, waiting for the blow.
When he opened his eyes he saw the Stoat,
being beaten back by the Crow.
The Crow told the Stoat all that Tim had said,
and the dire warning for all.
"You're better off coming with us,"he said,
we're going to give Owl a call."
The three set off at a jaunty pace,
to where Crow had last seen the Owl.
But, as they rounded a bush,the farm Cat was waiting,
with sharp claws, sharp teeth, and a scowl.
"You wait for a meal, then three come along."
Said the Cat with obvious glee.
"Now, which to eat first, mouse, stoat or crow?
Fur or feather? Now let me see."
"How will you survive on the meals at the farm?"
The Crow then blurted out.
"If I relied on them I'd starve to death!"
Said the Cat as he wheeled about.
"But I've plenty of food right here in this field,
mice, stoats and, ahem, the odd bird."
"But what if they weren't here?" Said the Crow,
"That's preposterous," said Cat, "quite absurd."
They told of their quest to the deep, dark wood,
and the meeting with wise old Owl.
"If what you say is true," said Cat,
"I'd better come too," with a scowl.
"We can't hang around for you." Said the Cat,
to Tim, who found it hard to keep pace.
"Climb on my back and hang on tight."
And they set off as if in a race.