Long Chigger Poems
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(song lyrics)
Verse 1:
Now I can’t go fishin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my rod and reel
Can’t go snow-racin’, ‘cuz ya’ sold my snowmobile
And I got flaws - that’s for sure - and sometimes run amuck
But the final straw that I can’t take: Ya’ sold my pickup truck
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 2:
I didn’t care when ya’ bought that stuff on TV’s QVC
Or ‘cause ya’ always thought of me as your private Money Tree
Or catalog-orderin’ ever’thing from within ol’ Sears Roebuck
But I’ll be danged if I’ll sit still since ya’ sold my pickup truck!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 3:
So I went and saw a gypsy gal, and a curse on you imposed
To put sand in your chewin' gum and runners in your panty hose
And all your clothes and accessories to never, ever match
And chiggers in your bed sheets - so you’ll always have to scratch!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Verse 4:
I seen ya’ last Saturday night at Bubba’s Bar and Grill
The image of you in stripes and checks remains within me still
And them red chigger welts upon your nose and face
Tells me that the gypsy curse is workin’ ever’ place!
Chorus:
You can burn the house, shoot my dog and stomp my ol’ guitar
But when you sold my pickup truck, well, Honey, ya’ went too far
Conundrum
This confounding conundrum,
This continuing act of untying the pesky knots of existence,
This conniving, beating whirlwind of ever-swirling stresses,
Again served up on a plate mixed with legumes and angst,
Is taking all of us to the brink of aqueous insanity.
Life is eating at our gonads like a ravenous chigger,
And the madness of it all bites at our minds and hearts,
Leaving half dead infected people with terminal frowns.
We wake up every morning dreading the endless daily tasks,
The endless psycho-dramas concerning trivial insignificances,
The never-ending shuffles through the busy, hopeful turnstiles, to
Another turn of the page, another interminable trip to Magic City,
Where we all find our share of romantic nirvana dressed in grey suede.
But a dollar must be earned to pay the bill of the one who must pay his.
And so, we continue to breathe on reflexively and instinctively,
Like fat whales pulsing in a green bay.
Take a chance and dance with ants in your pants!
You'll wiggle and squirm; your belly will firm.
Run in the sun, tell a pun, have some fun!
Bustle your muscles, and hustle to Brussels.
Jump on the bump of a stump and get pumped!
Tickle a chicken; your ticker will quicken.
Jog on a log with a frog in a bog;
spy on a fly way up high in the sky.
With a quick flick, toss a stick to a tick;
jig with a chigger a little bit bigger.
Squirt some dessert on a yurt in the dirt;
float with a goat on a boat in a moat.
With timing, your rhyming gets better, not worse.
So pick up your pencil and go write a verse!
Beyond the curtain – past the pane
There lies a world I thought I knew.
The knowing and belief now being slain
And the chill begins to lay the dew.
Once solid steps seem unsure and faltered now.
The way ahead seems awkward and mistrusted.
A hollow void that grabs and pulls somehow
Is changing life to empty and molested.
There above ride broken clouds upon the newborn day.
The trees – some grass – some leaves and snow.
Everything familiar in Life’s ‘normal’ way
But today, I feel, I just don’t know.
The throbbing throat begins to swell then reality interrupts.
I fight the tears and try on sanity to hold.
But the pleading of a broken soul erupts
To enforce the fact that Life can be so cold.
The face begins to heat as tears begin to swell.
Like Life, they slide the cheeks then disappear.
A weakness stabs the spirit in its shell
Then the certainties of life return with fear.
Just in case tales hold true, at the beginning of each day,
I peel the curtain to send a wish far beyond the pane.
I say ‘Good Morning Chigger’ in a begging ‘hear me’ way.
I am speaking to the ‘maybe’ I might find my friend again.
Through the minutes, hours, - all the days.
Years of bond together – times apart.
The passing of a pet by Life’s uncaring ways
Is when you’ll know how deep it lived - within your heart.
Good Morning Chigger January 2025
Dusk brings a primal knowing into my soul, I can smell the nearness of the watching ones. Animal is here, I have no idea if it be bear, panther, deer, quail or mouse, but I feel it watching me. It waits for me to still myself or leave; my choice. My keen dog hearing listens for the snap of a twig or a crunching hoof print in the spongy leaves. I hear nothing. It is as silent as death in the timber tonight.
birds have disappeared
a cattail moves gently
shadows get darker
Sit as still as I dare, staring into the surrounding forest, trying not to think about whatever is crawling up my left knee. Spider? Chigger? Wood tick? I dare not smack it, not wanting to scare the animal away. I sense something ethereal and wonderful is going to happen at this pond, surrounded by giant oaks.
tree turns into fawn
shes followed by her mother
buck takes breath away
They enter the pond in a majestic sort of way. Pond parts as they glide into it, turning themselves into it as if they have been gently stirred by a giant hand. Words have not been invented to describe my feelings as I stare at these mesmerizing creatures. They do not see me, but one may sense I am here. There is a hoarse cough. They still themselves. Stand as statues. Ears raised. Is it my smell? They continue drinking.
fireflies flit by
adding magic to the night
i stay forever
Written 8-29-2020
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