Heard my dad mutter, a hundred greenbacks,
you trying to give me a heart attack.
For that much money, truth be told,
that dog of yours had better crap gold.
Then dad hemmed and hawed,
grumbled and guffawed,
Wiped his lips and said with a smile,
“Just let me chew on it for a while.”
Pretty soon dad stood and said,
how about I trade you Stumpy instead.
Sonny grinned but said, don’t quite seem fair,
but if’n you throw in Sue, that’d make a good pair.
Then they hiked up their pants leg to sit.
leaned forward over the ash can and spit,
They took another drink of white port wine,
after a while dad said,”Reckon that’ll be fine.”
With a handshake the deal was done,
each one sure they just got the best one.
Then they threw away the bottle’s plug,
and sat there til they finished off that jug
Categories:
coon, father,
Form: Rhyme
[Written for contest ‘MY BLOODY VALENTINE’ sponsored by Sara Jama : placed 5th]
MY BLOODY VALENTINE
This villain on a coin
this shadow on a sea
wind join
this seventh dimensional
phantom
who builds a house
foundation in a week full of
breasty beastie atoms
deep heat beats
Professor of Women
and Escapism
of nerdy words
comely gird
bloody red bloody
Valentine bird
Red Eye feather
Heyoka Healer come hither
bloody moon strewn
fast forward coon
colonial sailor bloom
No other key to fit bit
my hip kite light white
so tight, this heighty
mighty blight
always bloody outa
sight !
Categories:
coon, 12th grade, feelings, for
Form: Rhyme
Always together, they played
Never alone, lost or afraid,
They trudged through the woods
And all the surrounding neighborhoods,
Piercing the darkness with shiny flames,
Their eyes never revealing their names.
Always together, they delighted
In the games – wonderfully excited,
They plodded on through the night
Beneath stars and moon so bright
Carefully seeking the best garbage cans,
With paws that were suitable for hands
Always together, they embarked
On trails and tracks – some unmarked
Reaching for the best trash to consume
Knowing that later they’d need to groom
Together, they robbed every community
Raiding the trash at each opportunity!
These bandits from the woods where flowers
Adorn their woodsy lands thru rain showers
Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
March 25, 2023
Categories:
coon, animal, nursery rhyme,
Form: Rhyme
Maine Coon Cat
stands at dining table
checking my plate
Categories:
coon, animal, cat,
Form: Haiku
For my sister, Sami, because this morning one of our four Maine Coons suddenly and unexpectedly died...
Haughty snobbish tomcat
tap water trample cat
never inside brat
inferiority complexity
acrobat
My Maine man
My Coon, I didn't expect
you'd go so soon
***
June 3, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
coon, animal, cat, grief, loss,
Form: Free verse
You
Oh do you know?
Love
Lord
Categories:
coon, faith,
Form: Free verse
Coon Eyes Potato Stew
Will you remember this day she said
Then he spoke first words out his head
Coon Eyes Potato Stew
30 plus years, words tried and true
Coon eyes are for my big brown eyes
One into each others keeps us tied
Potato stew is what my mom cooked that night
30 plus years today, this poem I write
Words spoken from way back then
Spoken then, now, again and again
Coon Eyes, Potato Stew
Only means so much to me and my husband Blue.
Written by: Debra M. Falgout
February 10, 2013
Categories:
coon, love, romantic, words,
Form: Rhyme
God
was with the squirrel,
made it a golden path
the perfect zig and zag,
a whisper to stop-
a whisper to go-
a shout to sprint-
for the glory hole-
God
was with the squirrel,
but forgot about the coon-
Categories:
coon, animals, death, religion,
Form: Free verse
The
Racoon
Stopped eating
from the trashcan
Long enough to hear
The meow's of a cat
who just so happened to fall
From an oak-tree in the backyard
She was in a hurry to climb up
In escape from the next-door Chihuahua
Categories:
coon, funny
Form: Etheree
Your gun was as a beam of light
in the house; it split the haze
of smoke and childhood,
scored the jaw of the ceiling
into its rows of endless caries
festered with the slightest grains of sugary hope
The dogs bawled a chorus
while you waved it like Hollreiser.
I croaked cockatoo quips against
the yodeling air turbid with
instinct and begging, but the storm
slid outside beneath the gapped door.
When you left, I sat in place of
the dogs and howled against
the smoke and night and moon,
not being able to forget the song
until buckling with sleep to clutch
the cool post like some sacred piece
of presbyterial iron
Categories:
coon, father, introspection, nostalgia,
Form: Bio