Creaked Poems

In love heresy

...What truth hides
behind locked closets
that we bang
and try
to smash down.
Infinity
is eternal,
Your voice,
sweet to my throat.....

I was out of line
when I unlocked
and the door creaked...

Fogtown Fables

...Once in a town with no name on the map,
Lived two odd brothers and one wild chap.
Anonymous whispered through alley and fog,
Famous lit up like a trending blog.

They shared a small house with t...

Silver Slippers

...Silver slippers sliding off her feet, sparkling heels,
Suspended beat of the air, the feel of surrender
to the pumpkin skies, the rise of parting souls.

Bare feet, barely touching th...

Grandpa the Master Magician

...Grandpa the Master Magician

Grandpa was old and creaked
like a well-worn floorboard
but he always carried a smile with him
which generally won the day or the situation.
He had just spent time ...

terracotta

...
there is a crack in everything that’s where the light gets in
or eternal waters to soak up sorrow and flood fertile grounds

solid meaningful foundations

at least and at last he did not subme...

A night at a graveyard

...A gossamer hung on the graveyard's gate.
A spider clung to steel, consuming its meal.
It had no need to know dinner was served late,
Nor sensed ghostly keels the summer winds conceal.

Th...

Gates Shut, Game Closed!

...
The gate creaked, moaning and groaning to shut,
Sealing up, quelling, the bickering blame-game glut.
No you can’t sneak around, and jump the fence,
With grave looting cries of g...

Down the Block from Prosperity

...
   silverware tarnished
     forks absent some teeth
   plates chipped at the edges
     set of cups incomplete

   the table wobbled and creaked
     like them, sad and bleak...
   down the...

Fiddlesticks

...There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked 
and named the bow Anne Bo...

The Gate Sprung, Shut

...
I turned to look back, feeling anxious as I stood
"by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find."
Was there someone there watching me?
The gate creaked shut, echoing the taint of guilt
That ...

The Tree That Remembers

...They don’t ask if I remember.
They think I’m just a tree—
bark, leaves, and silence.
But I do.

I remember.

Before roads,
before fences,
before the wooden swing on my lowest branch—
I was ...

When Life was Simple

...Third in the Write Sixteen Beutiful Lines Poetry Contest



When we lived beneath thatch-roofed houses,
Curry simmered in pots,
Flames flickered from firewood gathered
From hills and thickets....

Absence

...Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren. 
Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes s...

Revenge of The Raven - POTD

...“I like my lover's heart blackened with a deeper shade of darkness, where the ravens and I can rest in peace.”  Ann Marie Eleazer  

She had her potions ready, plus an arrow etched with ru...

Time Stands Still

...
The Faded Garden Swing

If the flaked paint on the old swing 
could speak, it would tell stories of 
days long ago,
Of children's laughter and their bare, 
muddy feet, 
Of fireflies caught a...

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