Long Cricket Poems
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With burnt plastic you exhale
Soft hair and skin and small weight on dirty mattress
A paper weight pressing down
I split the wire and I stored the glass bottle in the cabinet beneath the sink.
Where I thought of kissing you.
In the room I put my fingers in your mouth,
Where she heard everything to the other wall,
Where we held each other.
With burnt plastic I exhale
And with a school-issued laptop.
From showering in clothes
From swimming in clothes
To a clinging
In the mouth and on the skin
I didn't bring a toothbrush
Will the floor welcome me
Where there is nowhere to put my weight?
"I can get through anything.
Through any night,"
I tell myself
And it is true.
When my heart felt like
A hopping cricket or
A feather falling or
A tire rolling or
A record skipping or
A ball being squeezed tightly by a fist,
It kept working and pumping blood.
When I feel it run in my neck
Or when I saw it open on my hip,
When I see it in the toilet too
It runs.
Unlike when I run
It is controlled.
Pump bump beating.
When my feet strike the ground I am not sure what they will do next.
Like I may fall upwards with a quick flip.
No, there are rules.
With the changing seasons,
I’m the deepest green, sometimes dry and brown
I ‘m tall and wave when the wind blows
Or sometimes short when I am freshly mown.
I’m like a green thick lush blanket
Sometimes used in sports fields
For golf, football or cricket, baseball and softball
I am very durable with contact play.
Warmed by nascent sun gentle rays
They walk on my uniform soft blades
With confidence, giving-way under their feet
Sometimes I’m damp and cool.
If, I’m brown and dry stubble
A crunch beneath their feet you will hear.
I reclaim the earth and thrive.
My shoots stand tall to reach the sky.
I so enjoy the brightness of the day
And cool air after fresh rain-shower.
I shelter earth and insects and what matters
And maybe a dandelion or two in the spring.
8/25/2023
A brilliant light
Struck through a cloud
Enormous, gray and still,
Quietness all around
As I stood upon the hill.
The moon was hidden by the cloud,
A crescent light shown through,
A breeze blew by,
A cricket sang,
I smelled the evening dew.
As I looked upon
This magnificent sight,
I saw the angels
In their glorious light.
They seemed to be playing
Hide and seek,
I saw their smiles,
So gentle, so meek.
I held my breath,
My heartbeat quickened,
I felt so calm, so alive,
And quite taken.
I couldn’t move,
I couldn’t blink,
I stared in awe
And began to think,
That this is a sign,
A sign from GOD,
That life isn’t about
Money, material things, or jobs.
Life is about living
Seeking out the new,
To love, to cherish
To be a part of the few,
Who believe in GOD
With all of their hearts,
To do what is right
And from HIS side never part.
To have faith and love
Is all you need
To be a part of HIS crowd,
So, look for HIS angels
And you will see
That the answers lie
In a dark and stormy cloud.
SILENT SCREAMS
Alone away from it all ,somewhere I wanted to think
To be alone and find myself,
The owls hoot,the cricket chirped,
The howl of the wind outside my Cabin made my heart skip a beat.
I sat there quiet like a lamb reading a book and eating my Alfredo,
I couldn't help but look outside because I felt as if someone was out there,
Maybe I was paranoid to the sounds of the night,
Because I lived in the City far away from here,
I was not accustom,at least not a place like this.
After My dad died I wanted to go away for awhile,
To deal with the pain and to move on with my life.
I didn't want to be alone out here,
But I needed it,Just for a few days.
I knew my boyfriend was coming to see me in two days,
I was reassured and felt safe knowing that.
All I could recall was hearing the door opened with a bang and glass shattered
everywhere.
Someone was in my cabin and grabbed me by my hair.
I saw two figures in front of me, as I screamed in fear and shouted
"What do you want from me?"
The tearing of my clothes made me scream inside,
I tried to run ,But they held me down,tying my arms together and gagging my mouth.
I lost my soul when I felt them inside me ,
I felt pain inflicted on my body ,
Tears streamed down as they both had their way .
Raping me over and over again.
They hit me with a metal bar on my head,
Because I was tried to resist.
That night as I lay naked in my blood,feeling my life was over,
They looked at me with evil in there eyes and said,
"A pretty thing like you shouldn't be here alone at nights?"
I tried to scream but I couldn't ,
The Trauma led me into a temporary shock,
I heard a gun shoot,piercing through the night,
The sounds of the wild wolves echoed throughout aware of the sound,
I looked at my chest and saw blood gushing out and I knew this was the end.
The end of this life,a horrible infliction and there was nothing I could do,
I was helpless,I was gone.
Form:
The Golden Orb Spider of Madagascar
sits and spins and spins all day.
When she has spun a bucket of rich silk
an official takes it away.
What have you done with my spinnerets
and where is my hourly pay?
Your spinning is created into gossamer silk
and you work for a cricket a day.
Soon the silk will become richly made gowns
to be worn to the upcoming dance.
After the dance, the gowns will hang
for years with never a glance.
So, what was the point, cried the spider, aghast.
That was very hard work, you know.
Get busy and spin, said the man with bug spray,
you have yards and yards to go.
So, what is the message of this little tale,
the harried spider is anxious to know.
"Quickly go hide, leave your spinning behind,
change your name to The Black Widow!"
The day dawns on flaming sunburst sky,
gold-gilded wispy clouds glide slowly by,
spectrum of color on azure sea they pour,
silver lined waves spread pearls on shore.
Down the jade valley leaps the sparkling stream,
sculpturing rock ridge serenading in daydream,
dancing waters murmur on polished pebbles rolling,
listen to the distant music of verdant plains calling.
Seasons revolve in kaleidoscopic sublime spell,
draped in magnetic charm of nature unparallel.
The ember of autumn falls rustling on the meadow,
out of the winter frost buds bloom with surreal glow.
Sun from cyan sky shines on emerald forest canopy,
light and shade strips saunter by whispering tree.
Night falls silent sprinkling stardust on the thicket,
fireflies twinkle with the rhythmic chirp of cricket.
Supine spirit soars high with nature’s ethereal show,
on supernal stream of joy unbridled emotions flow.
The beautiful gift mankind received from the creator
floats on ripples of rapture on the tapestry of nature.
July 14, 2019
For Contest Finetune This Collaboration
Sponsored by Line Gauthier
Sixty minutes in sixty seconds,
Let me tell you the lunch hour of my trade,
How it all started innocent, fun, full of life,
And ended when I kind of got l**d,
At the start I wrote a frivolous poem,
About a happy, bright red, Christmas light,
And then I quickly repaired some chairs,
Making them all the same height,
This then became the start of the cricket,
The Ashes being played on the box,
But, during the advert, I looked to my partner,
Who slowly took off her socks,
And that was the end of the cricket for lunch,
My partner had made up my mind,
And that’s how I spent my hour lunchbreak,
Sort of my daily work grind.
(sing it to the tune of "Cruella DeVil" from Disney's 101 Dalmatians)
There was a Govenor named
Kristi Noem De-Vil Oh
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Her own dog she’ll harm
there's nothing more cru-el
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kristi Noem DeVil
She hated her puppy Cricket
with wired haired charm
Her own doggy she'll harm
Her own doggy she'll harm
deemed he was useless
like her goat valued less
So, she took the poor pup out
Not sympatico—Not even a pout
She’s made her boss proud
she shouts out loud,
Kristi Noem De-Vil
Kisti Noem De-Vil
with whom she’ll share
the Presidential ticket
Out of her mind with excitement,
chasing all those birds
and having the time of her life
was poor fated Cricket
We need strong leaders who can
do these sorts of messes
She'll bring her own doggy harm
Ranting that it’s just another day on the farm!
The Govenor may be watching too much Netflix
Perchance Wentworth an Australian series
An unhinged system for women's prison
Chicks! Chicks! Chicks!
Chorus...
If anyone out there is looking to offload
an annoying puppy or jerk-face goat
there are many rescues out there
Rad mad hatter batter approach
Kiwi coach who Key did poach
It seems he is beyond reproach
When it really matters in tatters
Castle clatters Ashes hope shatters
Our guys bowling pies on platters
Memes scatter legacies splatters
Egos not heroes BazBull flatters
The urn won’t return with the Mac
Yearn but burn totally out off whack
Concern can’t learn not got the knack
Brendon a torn forlorn tendon on the rack
But will still earn a packet deserves a smack
Bitten not smitten his racket of cricket crack
Wouldn't change tack and deserves the sack
The hack pack giving him a stack of flak
Finally a step back from just all out attack
Too little too late the recurring soundtrack
Whittled & skittled fate well we were cack
Drunk monkeys just sunk spunky flunkies
Lack guts gumption gusto were so slack
The lies spool pulls over our eyes the wool
Must backtrack no crackerjack comeback
Debunk the funk & gist of narcissist gunk junkies
Cool over old school fool rule of Baz (load of ) Bull
Time these harlots & charlatans brought Test best back
Where do roses birth their petals
when Spring gardens disappear
Where do petals bloom in Winter
when white snow falls everywhere
Where do snowflakes melt in Summer
On silk lips brushing the cheek
Where do lips steal out first kisses
In between the cherry trees
Where do cherries share a secret
of bare branches in wild dreams
Where does autumn burns the fire
On carpets of yellow leaves
Its the romance of four seasons
Florescent fragrance fills the air
the East wind keeps breezing softly
Midnight bells greet each New Year
And the robin keeps on tweeting
butterflies flutter their wing
the cricket rattles all evening
the pide-piper plays and sing
And the mistle-toe keeps hanging
Coloured confetti chase the moon
And the rainbow keeps a pathway
a stream cascades in the dune
And a dove flies above star dust
as the white swan pirhouettes
and the fire-flies keep twinkling
in the lake of honey-zest
Charma