Heckles Poems | Examples

Wallpaper

Pale and pasty, my face.
Disappearing into stripes - regaling no stance.
Gone - no trace.

Red hair…freckles.
Please, won’t someone ask me to dance?
…heckles.

Heart’s weak…
Is there no chance?!
Speak!

Pale and pasty, my face.
Please, won’t someone ask me to dance?
Speak!


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Cockadoodles Do

woof! woof!
hackles and heckles
a cock on a roof
diverted disaster
the naysayers’ proof


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As If

As if with time I happen to see
a fruit of man's tempted fate -
for quiet words, deeds I seek
and a fruitful life the past ate.

As if Boreas gives gooseflesh
to my kindred sensitive soul,
as if balsam - heavenly fresh -
to my hardly overcome role.

Like a tsar over transient bore,
being at the mercy of higher,
I'm a breast-fed baby, no more,
in the boredom of earthly desire.

Like a thrown bone under the Sun -
easy food for skinny jackals,
and a fortune, - unbidden son,
what, might-have-been, ... - me heckles.

The Bulldog Is Back: Lol

I've been released and free to roam.
You are so wrong, I'm not alone.
I'm glad you read, all that I write.
You mock my work, that's not real bright.

Not very original, your words they lack.
Once again, you're on my back.
Hypocrisy here at it's best.
Your game is weak, you surely jest.

I'm glad I inspire, you finally write.
Once a month, I'm sure gets tight.
Deliver the heckles and send the troll.
You leave a stench as you play your role.

You huff and you puff, trying to blow the house down.
The jokes on you, you're on hallowed ground.
I've been laughing and giggling the live long day.
Stroll back home, that's where you should stay.

Blackened Silhouettes Fill the Skies

Blackened Silhouettes Fill The Skies

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Blackened silhouettes fill the skies, freckles.
The setting sun blocked by bats, in millions!
Hairs on my dogs back stood up, his heckles.
The black silhouetted bats, amazing!
Bats' freckles, natures vaudevillians!
New lands tonight, instinctive trailblazing,
they know this night certain bugs fly, mating,
yes procreating in untold billions!
Moon, now up, bats fed, have babies waiting.
In how many caves, babe bats' in trillions!

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06/08/18

Ginger Hair

Ginger Hair

Poor old Joe, It's just not fair,
Born with thick Ginger hair.
Kids are cruel, shout out heckles,
Poor old Joe Ginger hair and Freckles.

Left

Left, alone with the heckles I lie
unordinary daydream gone awry 
dumped and dented while putrid
painted gardens lost sight  me,
just south of nothing  this night

Gone, the nerve of ending it all
flash~back hear blackbird's call
writing drips as crimson bleeds
hearts stop to take in the scene
pages tossed in a failing breeze

Left, alone with the heckles I lie
just right of the truth dancing off
yellow tongues of political prose
smelling like a rose, I do suppose
all is known as hatred slowly grows

Intercontinental

The bing bang motor of a zoom car in motion is a crusted carcass frame. But ridden is getting quite giddy at altitudes over seventeen hundred feet. No air.Thin air. Must don a hydrocarbon mask then. Peel not a custard colour of skirt as it can reveal molten lava which is speckles and heckles even the most benign wagon or carriage on a multi-lingual highway south. Ooh southern climes. That is preferred to a goblet of resin. Which was playing on high volume to a field of goats and bugs . But a right angle of a deviant is not that clever when dressed in a dinner jacket, a morning suit or a crisp white blouse. Inheriting rabbit fodder from basin balsamic jam? No no no. Good to add fruit fusion and belch. Misted murky making marvellous magnification. And a giant eel climbing. How quite playful. Great. Xxxxx. Intercontinental z

Heckles of a Child

Snickers and comments
Gentle heckles from a child
Tripping on the rug

The Changeling's Mother

Wild eyed child, moonlight pale, sleeping in bed,
how were you chosen to come live with me?
What are the dreams fluttering through your head? 

Silly, sweet babe, so quick with trickery,
laughter follows you wherever you roam.
How were you chosen to come live with me?

Despite your start, you’re welcome in my home.
The world’s fierce, but I’ll provide your haven.
Laughter follows you wherever you roam.
 
Dismiss heckles made by the dull craven.
It doesn’t matter we’re not bound by blood.
The world’s fierce, but I’ll provide your haven.

Your strength is as obvious as a flood.
You know I love you as much as the first?
It doesn’t matter we’re not bound by blood.

Don’t listen to those who claim you are cursed,
wild eyed child, moonlight pale, sleeping in bed.
You know I love you as much as the first.
What are the dreams fluttering through your head?


Wind murmured question:
Child of brambles, thorns, and leaves,
who is your mother?

Oh, Those Follies

These demimondaines, these Follies, on their Parisian stage
Frequently exciting in titillation to naked bare they
Encouraging heckles in erupt amidst sweated brows

This Winter's Cough That Heckles Me

This winter's cough that heckles me
Harasses my health, and saps my confidence
That I can survive the misery
Of microbe wars and pestilence
Raging at my blindness and innocence
For I have never met any face to face
Never wronged them
Nor see to intrude into their space
But they drowning me with phlegm
Make this invasion personal
Refusing to live with me as marginals

I would surrender
And go to sleep, go to sleep
Filled with the doctor's narcotic and helplessness
Coded in his bottles and boxes of medication
I would surrender
But I cannot yield, life is only expectation
And through the hacking night
My throat a living hell hold back my songs
Of tenderness and delight
For something in me is never sweet 
When I come out to fight
This is my body, mine alone
My temple, and my universe
It shall not be my hearse
It shall not be my hearse

A To Z Then Back To A.(X Is Always the Hardest, Y and Z Follow Closely Though)

accidental boundaries crush despair easily, fragrant gravity heckles ignorance judiciously. 
kindness levitates mindless numerology, overt principles qualm ridiculous sexualities. 
transgressions uproot vindictive whippings. xanadu yields zero.

zoology yields xanax. whirls voice underground terrorism, syntax resonates quintessentially. 
pragmatic oddities nosedive murderously. leperous kindergartens jumble idiosyncratic 
hellholes. gyrating fondness etches disdain carefully. bespectacled academics.

Irksome Art Critic

A wise-cracking tourist in a Greek art gallery
heckles the curator with each irksome inquiry:

     Why do the healthy, muscular gods and demigods
     who are supposed to be straight and sturdy like steel rods,
     often appear softy, unmasculine and are shown
     wearing skimpy, see-through, draping clothing they've outgrown?

     Why do they recline or fight in poses effeminate?
     Zeus gingerly picking a thunderbolt from a plate;
     Ares, god of war, about to strike a lethal blow
     with graceful wrists, dainty fingers and a ballet toe.

     Why does Apollo stand like he's just smoothly curtsied,
     and Achilles waltzes through a combat he fancied?
     Why is Prometheus naked as he steals  the gods' fire
     as Poseidon sashays through the waves with mute desire?

The irked curator says it's not her obligation
to fill the gaps in the tourist's art education!

Cold Front

There comes claret coldness
on the land, creeping haze
heralding change.

It is a moody mist—
an earthen kiss,
a lingering at grave’s lip
that lifts us away.

Temperatures fall
in flaxen fields of gray—
a soft hiss of rain
heckles sky.

There is a coldness
in blood, a letting,
a lost begetting of time
and landscape.

The hard freeze is near—
a sheer plunge, a refutation
of words that warm souls,
send us beyond clouds
to light—
cold and bright
as cracked mirrors
of winter lakes
spilling empty
our opal eyes.

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