Long Crocodile Poems
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Written: February 25, 2024
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In a scene of singing sunlight.
They claim it blurs our sight.
Shall we dare gaze at the sky?
Through dread, the stars fly.
Stoking in a vacuum sway
Beaming banners blare boldly.
A pair of piranhas are plunging.
It is superb, grasping a bright shine.
Love's charm—how do you draw it in?
It makes the task of daring thrilling.
In my fearful forest, I fight forth.
As eyes fry with frantic flutters.
In this twisted yearning, I abhor.
Yet, embrace insight with ease.
Never linger in distress.
Pondering peace without being alone.
Under a moonlit night's shadow.
Thaw flows glide as strings in a ballet.
Words crumble amid stillness.
Fighting a flourishing fear.
Behind your silent mind.
Mute menial mutters manifested.
Crashing curtains once.
Craving to roam free despite caution.
Stripped yet surged by Sibylline.
Serious sunlight speculation.
It could be aggressive and harsh.
Life is devoured without a swash.
It all started with a raw sheet.
As dunes, our tales might alter.
A dichotomy of bravery and intimacy.
In life's transient elixir
Time sands and heroic melodies.
We weave our myths.
with untamed minds and brave hearts.
The sun burns our fragile vision.
Stars glide through the darkness of night.
A sea of absence in their bright blaze.
Intense and vivid as a crocodile swarm.
Love and strength are a delightful test.
In my dark woods, I stand firm.
Yet your eyes wiggle with fever.
Stirring a desire I loathe but crave.
Predicting, a glove well-woven.
I don it with hope and dread.
Suffering from a wild yearning agony.
Serving solace sans seclusion.
Twists of gloom below the moon.
When wind waltzes with woolen wires.
Words wobble with weight of wrath.
Silence deters us from soaring upward.
And decry your vacuous diction
Awaiting unfurled sheets.
So anxious to be heard and set free.
The draperies previously yielded.
Fetching for freedom to flourish.
Poetry gleamed in her starlit eyes.
She knew little of astrology
yet she could translate the stars
applying strange images
as if she saw what no one else did.
Together we would climb
to the crest of a rocky hill,
there she would relate
visions of crypto-beasts and
numinous beings
as if a great poem
was threading its way
through the eyes of a billion needles,
each one a gateway
to yet another starry insight.
Before she left this world
she pointed out
a distant shinning.
“Look”! She cried.
“See how that butterfly sips
the salt tears of that crocodile”?
I could not see it then,
but I do now.
I once dreamt I was a unicorn
Very few believing I’d even been born
I once dreamt I was a shark
Roaming oceans deep and dark
I once dreamt I was an eagle soaring high
With complete freedom up in the sky
I once dreamt I was a massive crocodile
Consuming anything that entered my part of the Nile
I once dreamt I was cute and cuddly when I was a Koala bear
Sleepy and docile, loved by everyone almost everywhere
I once dreamt I was a dragon breathing fire
Spectacular shows and always available for hire
I once dreamt I was a dolphin, communicating in a different way
But only other dolphins could understand what I was trying to say
I once dreamt I lived high in the mountains when I was a Yak
Solid, dependable, able to carry huge loads on my back
I once dreamt I was a Camel, strange really to think
Wandering about for days with nothing to eat or drink
I once dreamt I was a fish living as part of a massive shoal
Safety in numbers with surviving the day our only goal
I once dreamt I was a bright colourful Hummingbird
Silly, that couldn’t really be me, how absurd
When I awoke, in the mirror I could clearly see
I was none of these, I was simply plain old me
Dreams have meanings many people say
So maybe I’m all of these things in some slight way
Twilight dawning eyes open
as the heather bleat sings
Into the coming night's dream
Crickets ticking away in the long grass
swaying thoughts drunken sailor sails
time stands still for a moment peace
Falsely promises defaced
As meaningless flowers wither
Where inside silence hides the guiding truth
Behind a mask consumed
cowering away seeds
Crocodile tears
Planted inside another's hurt
falls guilty within the pain
that kisses the burning fire
Where everything is twisted ill to suit
Dressed up as something real
where caring becomes the least important gesture
It's here where the barriers fall shut
Sharing stops when condemning bites with hate filled ideas
Communication dies away were hidden agendas lay
A bridge over troubled waters
to cross this divide rocky desert winds howl
Storm in a teacup stirring
That someone created friction
for no good reason or another
clouds descend heavy laden
To feel good
about themselves
hurting another love
They become the stepping stone
unto pain inflicted grief
Reflections ripple casting shadows of doubt over
Everything comes with a price dearie, he always said
He has many enemies, too many to count in your head
His powers have consumed him, there's no turning back now
He has made terrible choices, ones that can't be rebound
He says it is to protect his son,
But really, he likes the power and has a lot of fun
He has lost his mind over time
And likes to spin gold from hay to pass the time
Rumple is a terrible creature, a crocodile was his new name
His greatest enemy, Killian Jones has given him this name
For many years he has craved to skin himself a crocodile
This crocodile has ruined Jones' life and took his hand of with his wife
Now Jones has a nickname of his own
It's Captain Hook now, not Killian Jones
Rumpelstiltskin has made many mistakes
But there is still someone who believes he could change
Belle, a sweet bookworm, always sees the man behind the beast
She believes he can change and become the man he never got to be
The giraffe
Haughty and fond of herbivorous feasts,
Tends to look down on his wee fellow beasts.
The elephant
Thin outer ears are gargantuan-sized,
Tickling the ivories isn't advised.
The pelican
Genus of water-bird with a long beak,
And in his throat there is food for a week.
The crocodile
Don't you be fooled by his sad, tearful eyes
He's out to get you - it's just a disguise.
The zebra
Sports a moheccan style tuft on his head
And he wears stripey pyjamas to bed.
The panda
Never one fazed by what's wrong or what's right,
Tends to see everything in black and white.
The kangaroo
He lives 'down under'- Australia's pride
With little Joey who's there for the ride.
The zoo
All of these creatures hang out at the zoo
Feeding time heralds a hullabaloo!
04/11/18
Poindexter swivels
his index finger swiftly
as if a windshield wiper
“Look there, and there, and there”
Breathtaking, the vista soaring behind my eyelids
Cobwebs, thick like drapes,
wisps of what was then,
anchored to what is now.
Still pretentious —
as if meaning can be derived by thinking too hard
Hippie beads clink
as if I’m in a record shop
Elton John’s glasses
bopping to Crocodile Rock
I’m home in my flower power bed nestled near mom
Poindexter points
to the ceiling above my head
over the rainbow
lava lamp clumps
resemble my dendrites; or is it my soul’s vista?
4/28/2021
I don’t want your standard man; don’t dump your standards on me.
You want your standard man? It’s got nothing to do with me.
You and your standard man got nothing on me, even though you think you are, I’m the one that’s free.
Yes he returned here, tail tween his legs, Told me about his obligations, his pay backs for your years.
Hell no I didn’t buy it I saw through crocodile tears. I said he and I were through he said so were he and you.
Don’t waste your time trying to analyse who you think I am. I got rid of him way back, I did it because I can.
Don’t dump your reflections on me, you got your standard man, its nought to do with me.
You should keep him on a leash and don’t unleash your stuff on me, tighten up your reign, he just keeps you because you’re tame.
You know he’s sniffing right now round all those other dames. Standing by your thrones so sad and all alone, you got your standard man your average man, it’s nought to do with me.
Form:
The sun has risen and the dews no more
On grass. Birds are singing, farmers working,
Housewives cooking and beggars on the door.
Seeing unknown people, dogs are barking
And the naughty boys playing in the field
Fleeing from school. Newsreaders are reading
War-news on TV and showing people killed
By air-attack. Some people are bidding
Farewell to someone with their cry and tears;
Some are welcoming the newborn with smile.
Someone proudly denies God, someone fears
Him with love. Leaders are like crocodile
Are dealing with men. Who are in this time
Recollecting me and my fiery rhyme?
Churches bow to the pulpit, time to confess your sins
Crocodile tears over evil acts that you know you'll perform again
So tell yourselves that all is forgiven, and that inside you're okay
But behind the heart of you hypocrites, demons shriek all day
Paint your white picket fences, those values you hold so dear
One day you'll realize that all that you love will someday disappear
There is no reward, no great meeting, no happily ever after
But an endless void that will eat up those scared pastures
So run and hide, those of you who believe
All the lives you ruined because of things you can't even perceive
The demons that lurk in darkness as you say
Are yourselves in mirrors, so get down and pray
We are the future and your foundations are dying
The end of oppression over us with all of your lying
Stronger we grow, so fear us, we are coming soon
Those who hold so closely imaginary religion that will shortly be in ruin
And not everyone in these places are so bad
But the loudest majority, which is what is so sad