Long Beasties Poems

At the final stroking of saint Halloween eve, it seems not so long ago,
That my trusty SUV, transport vehicle unceremoniously broke down,
Right outside the local pet cemetery, what a marvelous place to
Spend the spookiest night...

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Mitchboggin and Sillyah were best beasties for three years,
until Mitchboggin thought it would be okay, humorous even,
To make fun of orange-stomached elves,
much like some ignorants make fun of star-belly gomach-tangs.

Mitchboggin had grown up thinking this...

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‘Beasties’ is a bar that’s run for all the local pets
It’s quite easily found because it’s next door to the vets
The barman is an Emu but he gets it in the neck
The locals call him...

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My uncle's farm lay nestled in the central Wisconsin hills
A beautiful location sure to cure this city boy's ills
So imagine my delight when invited to stay a week
During summer vacation, this was certain to be...

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Scary like some other long winded stories

Watching the rise and the fall of a kingdom
Walls once rebuilt again tumble the ground
Allowing the beasties free reign in the village
Bellowing out o’er the wickedest sound

Pacing the streets,...

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It was quite a surprise to us
when monsters came out of the night,
the beasts and bad guys of legends
who for so long gave us a fright.

We thought they lived on movie screens,
pulpy books, and local...

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The Man casts a shadow purulent with stealth
    Having seen his apportion of nebulous days.
In fear of himself... too long on the shelf
    And a vague memory of far...

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            In a mother's arms, a cradle of love, 
        for a precious child, a
  ...

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I heard them on the porch.
         They crept up stealthily, like ninjas.
               ...

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This is perhaps the most powerful day, 
early spring giving way to the main course, 
the trees hastily bursting their buds, 
blooming in reds, oranges and yellows - 
the reflection of the opposite season, 
now...

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My name is Nolan Greenstier,
and I fly a B-52,
on my daily ocean patrol
keeping lookout for the Kaiju.

I know this sounds ridiculous,
like some B-movie from back when,
cube-square law prevents big monsters,
that is what we all thought...

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Why is it, today?
Is it the demons playing games again in the ethereal realms?
Are they yet again trick-or-treating hidden hoof to helm?

The third of your eyes is sighing yet again,
At the inventive sight you hide...

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ANIMAL HOUSE

                            Oh, give me a home
 ...

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Hides, hooves and horns.
A windin’, bawlin’ column
Snakes its way along the trail,
Flowing ever northward,
To keep a rendezvous,
With westward reachin’, black steel rails.
             ...

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I don’t quite get grownups, or why they’re in charge;
Unless it’s perhaps because they’re so large.
They strut and they loom and they talk through their teeth
And I really must ask what they hide underneath
All that...

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We go together like chocolate and nutter, Reeses
though we are from two different worlds, species
Young mixed of us become lil beasties
We slaughter anyone who stands in our way, deceased
and we can just claim they died...

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I know that I should not have looked

My eyes collect the movements
that do frighten to the core
I know that I should not have looked
I’m curious all the more

For there behind the thicket 
where the beasties...

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Oh hi me hence to the laundromat 
Bearing many a malodorous sock
As ofttimes a shepherd will boldly go
To the babbling brook where the clear waters flow
With a line of the wooliest beasties in tow
(Or sometimes...

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The gleaners undirt 
these profane candy morphs 

as they sift through the fields 
in springs and falls.

Apiaceous, mud beige
burrowed beasties, them

bow legged, cowboy pulps; 
others with flipped  birds

sprung up from their hairy
carrot fists, bronxing...

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Zelda Twilight Wishes
             (Credit to game creators of Twilight Princess)

As Link I become imprisoned in myself in Highrule land
Like a drug addicted monkey...

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Grouin up in Glesga wis nae mean feat
Pleyin in the back courts an dreepin the wass
Plouterin in puddles manky water sploshing aboot,
Searching in yon mucky middens fur treasure
Thrown oot by the families in the closes.
Fur...

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SERPENTS’ TAIL POETRY – LAMBS FROLICKING
LAMBS FROLICKING

Lambs frolicking in the meadow,
learning adult skills, never
picking up on the farmers true
wills, the slaughterhouse,

Louse, ticks, all manner of tiny
beasties, the drench, the paddle,
the farmer knows what he’s doing,
the...

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Each species has its tools
to do what it can to ensure
its own survival.
We, try our best to 
separate,
and say we are not
the same.
We pick a trait to denote
our exclusivity.
Other species prove
their relativity.

Once it was tools
and...

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When his father-in-law got him
into the poultry biz in Rhode Island

Joe had not fully contemplated that
first day to market when he 

when he failed to truss and bag the birds 
properly, a holy-moly cock-up so

when...

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For Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Gump
They rode their beasties thippity thump
With snarling banshees close behind
To save the royal Twiddle line!

For Darken Gore the bastard prince
Had brought to task his army hence
To steal the rightful Twiddle...

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