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It was time to come in from the cold
I am no longer young, I am old
My legs long and hairy
They creak when I walk
Once the talk of the town
But they now let me down
So I hide in the corner and nod off to sleep
When all of a sudden I hear a loud shriek
What’s all that commotion
Well I don’t have a notion
Through sleepy blue eyes
I take a quick peep
There’s a man with a broom head
Getting too close for comfort
His face is so red, such a gigantic head
With the broom head he pokes
so I freeze and play dead
Then he turns to the Shriek and scratches his head
So deciding to move to a place more discreet
But confused lose my sense of direction
My legs they collapse I am feeling quite weak
Running over her legs
Running over her feet
I panic running over the Shriek
Consumed with fright she went out like a light
As she crashed to the floor in a heap
I was so out of breath
for she’d crushed me to death
So beware all Arachnids
steer clear of the Shriek...
Written 26th November 2018
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Sponsor Brian Strand
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She slipped clumsily in a
café
Looked all around her
from the corner of her
eye
Felt all eyes upon her
Bit her lip
and flushed crimson
disconcertedly.
He was sacked, literally
fired
Got down in the dumps
Was down and out
and was left feeling blue
so gloomily.
He gave her a blossomed
rose
Blood rushed to her
cheeks
She blushed a deep red
so joyously.
She watched her rival
from afar
Summed up her
envy in reflex
and she turned green
jealously.
It looked hale and hearty
Ooh the cherubic chubby
cheeks
Baby looked in the pink
as it babbled away
innocently.
She heard of a loved
one's demise.
That was a shock indeed
She went white as a
sheet
as she then wept so
woefully.
She saw a teeny-weeny
spider on her skirts
Talk of arachnids and
phobias, yikes!
She turned a pale yellow
in fright
as she screamed fearfully.
He found his sweetheart
in another man's arms
Doubted his own charms
and his face went purple
with rage
almost immediately.
He faced his lifelong
enemy
Hate brimmed up in him
as his bitterness found a
vent
He shot him a black glare
most scornfully
well well, it might seem
that the worst of all the
human hues
are the melancholic
depressing blues
But I think being green
for jealousy
and the black of hate
top the list in deserving
poohs.
Mind you these human
pigmentation of emotion
are a matter of reflex
for you can't choose
which of the human hues
you'd like to wear, on
party day
and which you'd rather
not use.
My sad addictive nature
Is messing with my head
But the one thing I fear most
Are spiders in my bed
No matter what I do
I push it to extremes
And when I'm fast asleep
Arachnids haunt my dreams
I can never drink just one
Or get high enough on smoke
But when it comes to spiders
Man that's really not a joke
Why eight legged critters scare me
I can't find the words to say
If I see one on the wall
I'll just run the other way
My life is growing weary
'Cause I can't resist this urge
But I'll really meet my end
If the two of them both merge
I worry that this combo
Might stage a dual attack
I sense my will too weak
Spider Monkeys on my back
I should have grinned when morning came
Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics
Humming dirges of a broken world.
I remained glued to my gloom.
Rising from the pit of hell, I held
Concupiscent cats hostage.
The course of their waning speed of flight
Harmed my precisions.
From a boanerges' point of view,
Fierce elocution dampened by grey voids of
Unassailable haunts cripple the badinage of
Myths celebrated at dawn's memorial.
I weep through the voice of an alcove's
Muted spirit, one grace, forlorn and dew-wet,
Re-christened at sable-draped ceremonies.
Haunted by such recurring whims of deliberate
Schisms by harridans, I crawl on both knees,
Filching webs atop crests of arachnids.
I should have waved siesta's flag at 3 P.M.
Lush vagaries of new-sprouted greens yield to the
Mockery of phlogiston,
Leaving behind banters from drunken laughters,
Crackles from prostituting fires, meek and ailing,
And hells of sweat from my aching head.
Like unwelcome intruders,
it is in the stillness of the night,
intrusive thoughts come to plague us.
Like thieves sneaking in the dark,
they come without prior information
and without waiting to earn permission.
They often come as unexpected visitors.
giving a sudden jolt, leaving us appalled.
At times, they withdraw, before the wake of dawn.
but sometimes they settle in the heart,
dispersing a volley of dark and nagging thoughts,
all at once or flinging them one after another.
Like
little
flecks,
leaving burns in our hearts,
they consume us in flames.
With scalding heat, they make our hearts melt,
like the molten lava after a volcanic eruption.
They feed on us until all that’s left
is a handful of ashes or sedimentary rocks.
These thoughts eat away our vitality,
sup on our vulnerability
suck our life sap
and fatten on our gloom.
Like tenants, these intruders who haven’t paid
a single dime as rent invite our wrath!
Even under threat, they would never vacate.
Sometimes, they are so aggressive
making us go insane.
telling us to kill ourselves
or dash into the speeding traffic
or jump off a steep cliff,
bang the head on the wall
or with a sharp knife stab into the chest
Weaving sticky gossamer threads,
to ensnare all happy thoughts,
which come our way,
like ugly arachnids,
they arrogantly dwell in our hearts!
When Dinosaurs Inhabited the Planet
When dinosaurs roamed the earth
(T-Rexes, Triceratopses, Stegosauruses, and Brontosauruses)
Millions of years ago during the Mesozoic Era,
The land lushed green from the oxygen-enriched environment,
And the lakes and oceans hued blue teeming with life
(Plesiosaurs and Ichthyosaurs, fishes, amphibians, and crustaceans),
While Pterosaurs (Pterodactyls and Pteranodons) commanded the skies,
And lizards, arachnids, and insects (dragonflies and cockroaches) thrived,
And tiny mammals crouched, hidden, waiting to evolve
Among flowering plant blooms and tree blossoms.
And in the far distance, volcanoes erupted
Spewing ashes, lava, and gases.
Today, reptilian fossils are on display in museums
Alongside petrified trees to tell the story
Of when dinosaurs inhabited the planet.
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Note:
The Mesozoic Era (aka the Age of Dinosaurs and the Age of Conifers) of Earth’s history began approximately 250 million years ago and lasted almost 180 million years [i.e., until around 65 million years ago in reference to the Holocene epoch (11,700 years ago to present day)]. The Mesozoic Era is divided into three periods: 1) Triassic, 2) Jurassic, and 3) Cretaceous. Mass extinctions mark the beginning and the end of the Mesozoic Era.
Two main orders of classification of dinosaurs existed during the Mesozoic Era: Saurischia (sauropods and theropods), and Ornithischia. Mammals evolved during the Triassic period and continued in both the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods. Vegetation consisted mainly of conifers and ferns, with the appearance of flowering plants during the mid- to latter part of the Jurassic, which evolved to flourish in the Cretaceous period. During the Mesozoic Era, some species of theropod dinosaurs evolved into warm-blooded, feathered dinosaurs (aka avian dinosaurs), and then some species of avian dinosaurs evolved into birds, which appeared in the later Cretaceous period.
My apartment once looked like it was decorated for halloween.
Throughout spider webs were on display easily seen,
from every corner of every room and from beam to beam,
but these weren't props, these were the real thing.
I guess a spider got into my apartment through my air conditioner most likely,
and proceeded to procreate a lot of spider babies,
who kind of took permanent residence eventually.
Rather than exterminate, I chose to coexist with them,
and I believe that they too had sensed that I had no bad intentions.
They would freely come on to my hand and creepy crawl along my arm,
as if knowing that I wouldn't cause any of them any harm,
then I would place my hand in the direction,
of a spider web it may have likely spun,
and off they would go amongst their web's scattered debris,
of dehydrated husks of insects, but only one variety.
The prey that these eight-legged predators enjoyed the most,
was that classic uninvited guest, the common cockroach.
Prior to this whole spider invasion,
the cockroach was a major problem in my apartment,
but after the spiders moved in,
I began seeing less and less of them,
and shortly after that, there were none.
There was also an immediate decrease in the spider population.
Their prey the cockroach was no longer in abundance,
and so the spiders died out too due to lack of prey.
I haven't seen a spider or a cockroach to this very day,
but I will always be grateful to the arachnids, because they helped me,
to get my apartment roach free, completely, finally.
Believe it or not, this is a true story.
Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant
Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction
Crumple of coastal community permits my gains
Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
Tidal wave treachery turned streets to swamps
Flotsam tops remnants sea's fury didn't flatten
Successors gorge on corpses misfortunes crop
Erased ocean era, crook posts pitifully campaign
Brashly I churn bathtubs of backstroked arachnids
Inhabit rainforest ripple stream, source I can claim
Traverse canopy like trampoline, scout eyes active
8th March
Out of Mangrove
I am a real scaredy cat
and there's absolutely nothing that
I could do about that.
I'm scared of 'roaches
I'm scared of rats
I'm scared of spiders
and afraid of bats
I fear all arachnids
and I fear those gnats
Oh I fear all the kinds I find
of those creepy crawly brats!
And but what can I do about that?
Huh and who woudn't fear
a midnight rat-a-tat?
So I've resigned myself to being
a lifelong scaredy cat.
Yeah and I'm scared of heights
Scared of noises at night
Gah, I'm really quick to fright!
I'm scared of grasshoppers and even of dogs
Gosh there's hardly a thing that I ain't scared of.
But I admit I am a timid tigress
otherwise I'm a harmless human who don't hurt a fly
Normally just a normal lady, a humble poetess
I attack only when provoked to the limits
so as I'm a cat after all
I do show my tiger claws if the situation demands
or else I don't mind chickening out
of aggressive and foolhardy involvements.
And maybe if everybody was a coward like me
they wouldn't hurt each other with sheer brutality.
I guess for ladies it's not so bad to be
a bit more cowardly
In any case that's far better than being
a ruffian who's dastardly!
And oh, lastly but not the least
ah yes, I also greatly fear
any lustful male leer
I'd rather I'm invisible to their view
So I really find huge refuge
in the dear divine idea that exhorts me to
to drape and wrap myself from top to toe
in flowing garbs when I step outdoors
and that veiling attire does make me brave
as I feel vulnerable no more
and that's when I feel the transformation from lil kitty
into the big cats
from scaredy cat to formidable tigress
and that's when for once there's NOTHING I fear anymore! :)
as I go out veiled in soft armour from top to toe.
And I feel I can face the chauvinistic foe
It was never my intent to collect the creepy crawlers
but I couldn't make myself swat them with a broom.
I thought they might be useful one day, on brawlers
who make trouble, like aphids on roses in bloom.
So, the meshed bag became the receptacle I used
to keep them alive. One by one, I joined them together
but fed them daily. Of spider abuse I'd not be accused!
I watched them interact in the prison tied with a tether.
There was no fighting among them when there were three
Respectfully, they kept their distance in separate corners
even when I threw in a fly, a moth and a tiny dead flea.
I wondered if they died, would there have been mourners?
It seems arachnids could teach humans a lesson in humanity
When my bag began to move on its own, I knew it was time
to set them free. You may question my sanity and the inanity
of releasing the creatures but keeping them would be a crime.
Where would they best be turned loose in one fell swoop?
The rose garden! Infested with pests on which they'd feast!
I opened the bag carefully and they marched as a troop,
conquering heroes of the Rose War, each bug eyed beast!