There’s a wood tick in my cellar
He be knocking at my door
There’s a bunch of them on my tummy wall
I count at least twenty-four
One is biting my ankle, it is screaming out in pain
That is what I get I guess for gardening in the rain
The wood ticks are fierce and mean, floating out of trees.
They glom onto my body and hair in two’s and threes.
Is your dirt therapy worth it? Asks a man who does not know.
The joy of using a tiller, rake, garden gloves, clipper or hoe.
I took two baths yesterday and pulled ticks out of every direction.
They are avidly eating me as if I am a sweet confection.
Categories:
glom, animal,
Form: Rhyme
No one asks troll woman her age
She is older than the petrified forest
twice as old as the snow-capped mountains
Savvy, sage, seasoned, Smithsonian-trained
Hard-working too her followers report
Her fawning fans glom onto every word
Embellishing her feats with adjectives of grandeur
She stacks rocks on her head, consuming none of their flattery.
Categories:
glom, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
A terrifying sheeted ghost came by and we pretended to be scared.
It was probably Wilbur, and he liked to think that we cared.
Next was a headless kid carrying a bloody head.
That’s got to be Zeke, Tom, Willie, Henry or Ted.
Halloween on our street is fun every year.
We tease and torment each other, pretending some fear.
The kids get together and parade around sometimes.
One of them was a large see-through bank with some dimes.
A table, a treasure chest, a princess, a gargoyle too.
There were nineteen costumes before we were through.
Onto a pirate ship I decided to have myself glom.
Then I recognized the feet and yelled “Come on Mom!”
Parents are not supposed to get in on this action.
But here was my mother, getting her own satisfaction
The headless kid started to laugh now, and I recognized him.
Humiliated, because this was my dad, I ran off with my twin.
Categories:
glom, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Spring forms changed.
Jasmine limps.
Corn plaques shirred.
Shore is without breeze now.
I didn't grasp my own home!
Public blame current flow.
Pulse spurred over the dome.
Soft breeze fades in midst snow.
They're saying its spring glom!
I'm getting weirder every minute.
Pulse can't yield to my chest and calm down!
At once, the ocean is turbulent.
Lonesome went to sit on barren mound.
I gaze out to the long horizon.
When will the spring ship arrive in port?
Only then will the high tides slow down?
Tonight is a full moon! Oh, my dream
Weakened, returned with shattered vision.
Written: July 01, 2021
Categories:
glom, analogy, celebration, character, community,
Form: Rhyme
"Glom!" she said
Huh? I thought ... "Glom onto me - I want to be glommed!"
Is that even a word?
Well, even if SO, I'm not a glommer ...
Or the glomming type
Still ... if I applied a bit of sensuality to the interpretation
Then ... perhaps ...
She was certainly glom-able
Was I staring at her?
Did she catch my sly 'I'd love to find out what glomming means' look?
Uh-oh ... she's smiling ...
"You don't talk much, do you?" she giggled, winking
I DO, I thought, but mostly with my hands
"Then touch me!" she replied
What the ...?? I spun to hide my smile ... and surprise
How did she hear that? Or was she just guessing?
"Oh, I never guess!" she answered my silence
Grabbing the front of my jacket with both hands, she slid me toward her
Across the slippery snow, smiling like a fox
"Did you ... ?" I started ...
"Shhhhhhhhhh!" she said, putting a purple fingernail to my lips
Then drew my mouth to hers, lips parting
Glom, indeed, I thought
And psychic, too
I'm in deep this time ... oh, hell ...
Glom away!
Categories:
glom, magic, mystery, relationship, romance,
Form: Free verse
Power is an intoxicating spice
Oily politicians line the public troughs with it
Wealthy corporations dress it up in lofty mission statements
Erotic mistresses ooze it to extract favors from lovers
Reformers inevitably glom onto it to achieve dubious ends
Categories:
glom, business, money, political, power,
Form: Name
The rich are poor in giving
As the poor are rich in receiving
Pittance charity drips into their hold
Dearth of spices pounds
In the mortar of gifts
Unable to fill their palms.
Fingers more eager to receive
Meet the reluctant elbows to stretch
In a triangle
Which begets all
The artful few stay at the piercing top
And the teeming crowd languishing
At the broad base
This gloomy glom makes the triangle stand.
adahtony2019
Categories:
glom, absence, betrayal,
Form: Free verse
How much lower could I go?
How much more could I take?
Hadn't I had my fill,
my share
more than my share?
And you held my head underneath
the water in the wooden trough
you, gestapo god
and by christ
you did not let me
come up for air.
You willed me to be a new thing
an aquatic creature
gilled and with a cold cold heart
through which beat the freon
that was the inguement of your
universe.
You left me for dead in the trough
this new terrible thing
neither human nor emboweled
with a soul of its own.
You didn't have the decency
to leave me in a goodly sized pool
in which I could stretch my fins '˜n
flippers and relax a moment
and glom sleek-bottomed
tadpoles metamorphosing
into another kind of life --
Amphibian....
We're just another
fire alarm for you, ain't we
tripping off warnings of the coming
apocalypse --
I hear many bells and alarums
all over the world --
you took my sight,
and my speech
but you left me hearing
goddamnit
and a watery
life in death
set to a soundtrack
filled with music that's
little better than buzz saw
noise
from a new
generation
I can understand
only too well -
The Damned.
Amphibians.
Categories:
glom, angst, animals, confusion, depressionme,
Form: Free verse