Long Possum Poems
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Long night. Sleepless.
I heard an owl, its call
filtering through the tall trees,
writing itself on the lush silence.
Other sounds followed reverently,
a moth whispering its powdery
presence somewhere in the room,
then, the soft padded footsteps
of a possum walking gently
across the rooftop of an evening
back into silence.
I tapped into the private
conversations the house
was having with itself, the creaks
and groans, the stifled gurgle
bubbled up from a troubled pipe
and from downstairs, an unknown
bump that gave no hint of cause.
The house carried on with this
chatter for hours then fell quiet
and perfectly still.
Later, I heard the dampened throb
of a locomotive coming in and out
of earshot as it skirted the far
reaches of the dawn, then a screech
of car brakes from a nearby street
causing the nerves to brace.
Too soon morning comes
with its hurry, erasing the silence
upon which this was written.
Time now for sleep.
There's a caterpillar on my guitar
he's looking very hairy
but I don't find him scary
I wonder if he's dancing
to a wild country beat
I don't know how he'd do it
he's got do many feet
He's got a groovy little body
and a big orange face
I wonder if he's singing
as he goes from place to place
There's a caterpillar on my guitar
There's a little green tree frog on my car
She's got long skinny legs
and sticky little feet
She can move across a ceiling
don't you think that's rather neat
And when she hopped away
she travelled for a metre
Escaping from a bird
who is trying to catch and eat her
There's a little green tree frog on my car
There's a bandicoot who sneaks around at night
He's got a grey furry body
and a long pointy nose
He's digging up my plants
everywhere he goes
There's a bandicoot who sneaks around at night
There's a wallaby who nibbles on my plants
He hops in leaps and bounds
as he moves across the grounds
There's a wallaby who nibbles on my plants
There's a striped possum on a paw paw tree
He's got a black bushy tail
and his body's grey and white
The only time you see him '
is the middle of the night
There's a striped possum on a paw paw tree
there's a python on a mango branch
She very long and thin
and not far from the house
I think it must be breakfast
'cause she's feeding on a mouse
There's a python on a mango branch
There's a lizard in my garden bed
He's watching all the ants
'cause he's waiting to be fed
It's very early morning
and he's just got out of bed
There' a tube nose fruit bat near the deck
She has a large coloured face
but her body's very small
She's hanging upside down
I hope she doesn't fall
There's a Tube Nose fruit bat near the deck
Drawn and quartered, criminal?
Can they stitch thee back?
Vapor, rise from brazen bull!
City, stain to black!
Corridor of mountain old?
Part of quite a pair.
Venture in on days a-cold?
Weather, ply thy ware.
O parda gull, thy high-set nest.
Wherefore went thy mate?
O for him who loved thee best!
Fare thee well, dead weight!
Crater, when you blossom.
What forces here collect?
Prayer, pay! Pain, play possum?
Golem, let's genuflect...
Well, young servant, where to kneel?
Nerves of blazing steel!
Serpent fangs in every heel!
Fortune, Fate, thy deal!
Yes, sir, and about us, what?
Dismay, dole, and doom!
Knife in each hand, make the cut!
Boulder, seal the tomb!
I tell ye well, cast knell as spell!
Bright alarum bell!
Darkness in the wooded dell?
Heaven, where starts Hell?
The borders aren't marked clearly.
You cannot see the door.
Fencepost builder, earn thy fee!
Action by the score!
Well, there it's not. O light a-wrought!
Metal, meddle, mott!
Scale of reptile, what you caught!
Last time that you fought!
Archery, thy torment.
A string to snap like jaws.
Wind a-northward, where you went!
Wound wrap deep in gauze!
Given pause, O tornado?
Dust devils, on the move?
Hurricane, which way to flow?
Cyclone, lot improve!
Typhoon, thy cycle spinning.
Monsoon, thy season! Come!
Ariadne, thy pinning!
O curtain of night, thrum!
Out-built, humped, and beached, breached by moonlight,
nothing comes out of an old barn unfound.
Engine oil, the fungal fur of time warped wood.
Weather-eaten iron coated by rusted smears.
mouse hairs that rise upon old horse leather.
The green metallic wine on tin cans
a devolved acropolis of tractor parts put aside
for a thousand nights to seek and hide.
Gaskets strewn where tangles bloom.
Nothing lingers long without leaving its print
nailed to the air.
Possum pelts patch-work timbers into skin-deep quilts.
Tobacco smoke and sweat, the turpentine film of the
once varnished, the once cherished.
Treasures bolted to a deathless sleep, well rubbed
tackle and tools harnessed now to a tumbled-down dust,
a sun-frayed flap of light slipping in and out
as if time could be fixed and torn shadows mended.
Placed strategically close
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens
nourish generations of groundhogs.
Daily the grass is seeded
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco,
An elderly lady died last year.
I see her at night,
as I take out the trash;
a small possum-like shadow.
The ladies seem to me
to grow more like the marmots,
and I wonder if I will ‘turn’ any time soon.
I think I could live quite comfortably
as a whistle-pig.
I dreamed that the widowed ladies
had put a spell upon our local critters.
By some manner of black-arts
had married themselves to woodchucks
and other medium sized mammals.
The late bewitched Mr. Mason
has dug a cubby hole
from which he peers
myopically each evening.
Archie Smith stays
amid the shrubbery
where he can read
the odd moonlit almanac.
Fred scratches his head
with a rear claw
contemplating eternal vows.
They show up at mealtimes.
Furred paws in tartan slippers
shuffle at back doors.
Herbal tobacco scents night airs.
A grey whiskered fuzziness
permeates the Autumnal evening.
Do I wake or sleep?
The widows lay their heads near
to this enchanted nether land;
snore in harmony
with their nearby furry loves.
All here snuggle close
to the roots of this
mist conjuring season.
is a mass hysteria
induced by the sound
of Indies short-tailed crickets mating,
not, as conspiracy would have it,
the result of a sonic weapon,
a microwave attack,
or malfunctioning eavesdropping equipment.
Likewise, the Sausalito Hum
was not a snooping Russian sub,
or newly laid electric cable.
No, blame the love sick plainfin midshipman,
a simple toadfish sounding off like a foghorn.
Pay no attention to the banshee cry of the lynx,
or to the brush-tail possum sounding off like machinery grinding,
not to puffins like chainsaws,
not to cheetahs chirping,
not to koalas bellowing,
not to ptarmigans chatting like cartoon characters.
Stories of spying and international espionage might be exciting,
but Mother Nature is much more surprising!
Inspired by "Animals Keep Creating Mysteries by Sounding Weird", Ed Yong, The Atlantic, January 8, 2019.
Old Hank, The Possum,
Waylon, Willie and Johnny C
Would join me in the bar
And sit and sing to me
Always taking a break as
I replaced each finished drink
Then on with the music so
I’d no chance to think.
At times there were others
But always those five
They lived in my mind
And helped me survive.
So many years ago
From my hazy past
Sometime somehow
One drink was the last.
There are some debts
I know I’ll never repay
I remember with thanks
Every time I hear them play.
One thing never changed
Andr they’re still with me
Old Hank, The Possum,
Waylon, Willie and Johnny C.
They sit at the red Formica table, quietly buttering their morning toast,
while watching her through the window glass. It is as much a daily
routine, as brushing their teeth. How disappointed they would be, if she
did not arrive on time. They could even set their clocks by her comings and going
each day, quietly observing her through the kitchen window, as she
comes out from behind the tool shed. She will stop, look around, then carefully
lumber along beneath the hedge row. Her fine snout aimed in one direction,
her eyes squinted down against the rude, gray light, while her body seems
to announce...."possum, possum",....as she rocks across the backyard,
then slowly meandering over to the northwest corner of the fence, to
disappear again, into the weeds of the vacant lot, that lies on the other side.
Sipping their coffee, they have remained quietly pensive for a few
moments, then once again they will remind each other that they must take
care not to mend the gap in the old cedar-wood fence.
Hands reaching for the morning news
find once again, a world at war,
that's mingled in the kitchen air
with bacon grease, and coffee steam.
They fold the paper with a sigh.
Eyes wander to the morning sky,
where geese are seen in narrow streams,
and daylight fills their heads with dreams
A flash of grey upon the lawn.
And through the fence, across the yard,
their visitor, without excuse,
comes in view, and cheers the mood.
The window frames the early sun.
Morning coffee pours again.
They take a sip, ignore the news,
discard the worry, eat the food,
and find a smile, as well they should
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11/29/15 For Haibun-Free Style Contest sponsored by scott thirty-seven
"Ha-Em Iucundum"
"Puki Mi-ah"
Written By: Tegato Utaguci
Pronounsious Onfee' Muxell IV.: is what his name was his lenergage began in in 1867, he was born Feburary 29, 1996 a leap year they kept the date on his birth certificate. He marred Nittill Bueuberst of the Hulltyme and Gulstram family. The structure and contents of there relationship were defined by there desire to collaborate and consider. They described there love as from smile to a devilish smirk; it was evident to everyone that loved them that they loved one another and an investment into there togetherness would yield a profit. A friend of the woman spoke to her and said we know ya'll getting married, but before ya'll marry you should find someone lesser important and offer him you: then when he believes that you and he are gonna be together tell him who you are to shame him and undermined him into a distressful existence to show your husband that he's the only one for you. It gives character to your relationship. "Soiled into Destiny" your vows shall wash yo clean into togetherness. It was said the Fiancée then became involved into a brawl, with details undisclosed.
She was quoted as saying " A love affair has clear titles, clear meanings, each chapter divided an organized body and the contents of it's beginning defines each logical part!" she refused to soil her fathers name before being honored by excepting her future husbands name. The act of soiling your fathers name is practiced but it's meaning is often undefined and seldom spoke of the practice has been homered for century's, yet in most circles it's unheard of or unspoken as some see's it as evil and it's purpose to divide. 'The frail strings unraveled due to the weight of the load" the support of love in a relationship does guarantee but it's support is key to the relationships existence.
Tegato Utaguchi and Gagaaqagitak Ariya spoke at "Donum Matrimonii" decribing there togetherness as a precious and divinely created gift from God, intended for companionship, mutual support, and purpose. "Nimeni sa nu-?i pângareasca numele tatalui înainte sa-?i schimbe numele în casatorie." spoke Cantar Castrato of Acompaniaza Muzica LLC. a Hoc Possum Facere Societas Musica.
"Stooge, Braodway and Hooker"
A Cleaks and Turf Entertainment Co.
Parts Unknown
"50 Words for Poe: Shark"
The Shark’s name was Bruce
he liked to drive with his head
hanging out the car
mouth wrapped around a
Montecristo Dantes Cuban Cigar
They met in Wichita
Room 101 in the
Hotel Cicero
“Hey babe,” he said
“I know,” she said
“You wanna marry me and
you wouldn’t be dead for quids”
“Hey babe,” he kissed her forehead
“Yeah,” she said
“Let’s go to the Boat Shed”
They got out of bed
Lake Tahoe next
Bluey was waiting with Bugsy
in Las Vegas at the Flamingo
he'd be wearing Red for Siegal
free as a bird
Meanwhile,
She'd gone all Jonathan Livingston Seagull
In another world
Brisbane and Sydney were dead
...
She’d put a bullet to both of their heads
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/aSI-Wk00rVw
The Toadies – Possum Kingdom
“The devil will do anything for you to be comfortable in your ignorance.”
“If you opt for a safe life, you will never know what it's like to win.”
“The danger of venturing into uncharted waters is not nearly as dangerous as staying on shore, waiting for your boat to come in.”
https://youtu.be/tmSzRx9RYLk
Sinatra
1. SEAGULL
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Livingston_Seagull
2. Jonathan Livingston Seagull/ebook
http://csermelyblog.tehetsegpont.hu/sites/default/files/angol%20sir%C3%A1ly.pdf