Cackles Poems | Examples

Laughter

Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor. 
 
Laughter can completely reset our composure.
Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Past times of paled poise were health fueled by laughs ardor. 
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.

Acute giggles often cause worthwhile tummy bunched aches.
Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Bonding laugh episodes can mold sweet memory shapes.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.

Laughs can floor lay us to mirth quake over and over.
Humors random salves of mirth can ease feeling states.
Laughing steers peace of mind like a kind chauffeur.
Cackles, snickers, chortles and squeals ease life's weight.

Black Birds Flying At Walmart

Black Birds Flying at Wal-Mart
I see them gather, flock on flock,
At 7:30am sharp, they start to squawk and talk.
The sun peeks up, the horizon glows,
The air alive with cackles and crows.
Their feathers bristle, sharp and black,
They soar and dip, they dart fourth and back.
Their eyes, a yellow shining disc,
Reflect the light, a golden whisk.
The parking lot, their chosen stage,
They flutter, and fly in trees they engage.
Heads turn left and then to right,
When they fly the sky turns a speckled night.
They peck at crumbs, on scraps they dine,
Their steps in rhythm, a sequenced line.
Among the cars, they dance and sway,
When humans enter their territory they fly away.
From tree to light poles they take their flight,
Under the Walmart’s neon light.
Upward they rise to poles they glide,
On top of Walmart’s walls they nest and subside.
On the back of the wind, they wheel, and turn,
For insects, food, their hunger burns.
The Black Birds gather on shopping carts.
Masses of Black Birds flying at Wal-Mart.

Shadow's Grim Feast

Spotted coat, sharp teeth,
Cackles break the night's dark hush,
Wild pack's hungry hunt.

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Through it all

I’ve befriended these corners and gripped onto time,
comfortably content with the ghosts in my broken nights,
like hollow frames without their unspoken canvases.
Within those walls, I’ve let my charcoal pin dance
to the sounds of your devious poison that put you in a tragic trance , 
the vibratos of your cackles and joyful glances.
How you took my empty lungs on a ride of jubilance,
how bruises and blood became souvenirs of resilience,
softening the barbs and shortening my tolerance.
You’ve shown me how humor is a forsaken brilliance.
In your arms and in your heart,
every sunrise became ecstatic art.
I wonder if you could still see,
through the surreal skies and chaotic clouds,
how everything you’ve left in me beams in a sea of crowds.
Your smile was my lesson in molding mercy,
and the snort that came after was my sanctuary.
I wonder how many feathered fairies seek you to make their day,
leaving them breathless with nothing left to say.
One day, we shall meet again,
when I’m buried by a fleet of birth-bound men,
through the magical doorway beneath a six-foot hole.
On that day, we shall gather our dancing coals.

Halloween Brew

 She said some words and blackbirds cawed
 As she stirred her cauldron to a goblin's applaud
 Her nose was crooked, her skin was green
 As her cackles echoed on Halloween

 The Halloween night was filled with gloom
 As she patrolled the skies on her trusty  broom
 She was looking for stragglers, those who lagged behind
 Then she'd swoop down and catch them,  their fate unkind

 The first one she brought back began to scream
 But this only made the old hag's eyes gleam
 She waved her hand to and fro
 And turned him into a crow!

 Then off again on her broom she flew
 As her cauldron bubbled with a fearsome brew
 She saw another straggler dawdling by a gate
 She swooped down swiftly to seal his fate
 All her victims would scream and scream
 Wishing and hoping they were in a dream

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Summertime crash

The sun SIZZLES on the scorched dry sand
As he sits before me and brushes my hand
He runs to the ocean to SPLASH in the sea
He SHRIEKS with delight whilst he's looking at me

The ocean it BABBLES a slow lilting song
Its depths of bright turquoise can be heard SIGH along

All at once there is RUMBLING as the sky turns to grey
The pricking of goosebumps on a bright, CHIRPY day
As the ocean retreats in a menacing way
It pulls and it GROANS and it drags him away

Up ahead in the shadows a gull CACKLES its joy
As the loud CRASH of water takes hold of the boy
The boy calls out to the crowd on the shore
The laws of the ocean means the boy is no more

Strumpa Strumpa Crumpetta Crumpetta

Cackles were heard from down under on a hill far away 
fifty little saucy spiders scurry helter skelter out to play
A hefty witch stirs her cauldron next to her Bagoon 
snake eyes spoon an evil mush as feet dance around the room 
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead 
The stars in heaven grow fangs and the moon wears a skirt of thorns 
chainsaw demons flee the sky with decapitated scorn
Oh my oh my Halloween frights are here, although the night is young 
old smelly garlic garlands have been strung,  
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead 
She's here to petrify, terrify, horrify and glorify her trade 
when they get here they will drink purple blue Kool-aid 
Oh Gee Oh Gosh she has lost her pompadour galosh 
perhaps its hiding in the pumpkin squash 
Strumpa strumpa crumpetta crumpetta, stomps and rhythms yes they're dead.

Witch

Wicked aged woman,
wreaking harm with cauldron,
warty nose, crafty eyes;
Wisdom sees through dark guise!
When riding purple broom,
wild crone cackles at moon.
Warblers on crimson skies.

Laugh Medicine

Land of laughs and cackles
An amusement park built to lighten any mood
Freed shackles

Falling down slopes
Chewing on bites of funny food
Lift hopes

You see
Life is not rude
Whee!

Land of laughs and cackles
Chewing on bites of funny food
Whee!

The Yellow Frogs

The little yellow frogs
are pumping their thighs

creating synchronous ripples
over the lily pond,
it's a musical moment
but a silent one.

A Blue Jay cackles-out,
its scolding rattle
slaps my ears.

The frogs for a short while
croak back,

then return
to their silent work-out,

water music resumes.

Eggs Mirror Image of Earth

Soft-shelled things by their sources laid
On spots assuring them no raid:
In my poultry picked up by maid,
With care handled or her upbraid
“Boiled or Omelets but with bread,
For my breakfast do as I’ve said!”

I’d quip: Mirror Image of Earth!
As birds live, we’ll record no dearth, 
In shape completely the oval -
All Eggs and The Earth are global….

Egg-laying time the hen cackles,
With man’s presence: rising hackles!
Snakes wouldn’t want you to come near;
Once you do, for your heels I fear,
That of Powerful Eagle rare:
Sure, The Eagle won’t seekers spare!

The glad choice of some shrines and gods;
Extend them and they’ll drop their rods; 
You won’t again be hit like pods;
From then a life of happy nods…

When dropped or found on the ground: eggs
Time to carefully drag one’s legs;
Why each week in my abdomen?
Not its yolk liked: it’s Albumen.

Wren Not Hen Has My Love

When I loved the Hen was then:
A hen sings not like a wren;
Hence, not in my Good Books Hen
While, there, safe and sound Wren!

The sounds hens make not for pen
If poets did adore them: when?
He was no poet: George O Ben,
Never a verse dropped: Friend ken.
Hens Ben loved fried as chicken,
Time Ken would invade kitchen...

Prefer I rare wrens to hens;
It's been one wren worth ten hens;
Only few men avoid Brown
Or would Brown confront and frown,
While I know that hens' cackles
Sound much like serious tackles.

Fettered Freedom

I'd had enough,
Of pain and scenes.
I planned an escape
Unheard, unseen.

I wished to flee,
So I flapped my wings
But in place, there were 
Hard and strong strings.

A call I heard,
Which warmed my heart
Unbidden it came
On my fledglings' part.

Were I to fly?
What then of them?
Young and innocent
Invaluable gems. 

So I settled
For a life in shackles.
I'd face all,
For their endless cackles.

Death

Till yesterday I was shown death being portrayed as a romantic and a poetic perspective.
Till yesterday I was being taught;
Death is a new beginning,
Death frees us from our animal spirit,
Death liberates our souls.

But as far as I know we haven't been able to accept death as it is.
We try to paint it with whatever we have and however we can.
We write poetries,we do paintings,we make arts,about death.
We try so badly to reject death.

But according to me death is a cruel joke on our life.
It laughs at the very face of our existence.
It snatches all our dreams in a single blow.
It eliminates all our bucket lists mercilessly.
It cackles at our determination and commitments.
It silences the motion,it ceases life.
I have seen it closely.
But I haven't known how to make peace with it yet.

-Somkhang Pansa

Arkham Asylum

Let the joker rest.

Let the cackles
    of his wicked laugh
     echo
     off stone walls.

Let the Joker’s
riddles go unsolved.
He only thinks
he knows the answers.

Let the inhabitants
ponder their deeds.

Let the residents
see their lives
are one act plays

But streets of Gotham
are safe for now.

Although ill minds
make them do
what they do

listen to their pleas
and walk away.

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