Long Skitter Poems
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a cold bitter wind
with stinging drops of rain
bits of bitter cold
blowing into my frozen face
slowly my steps go
up the hill of man-made stone
my warmth is torn from me
by the coldness of the world
steel gray clouds race overhead
fleeing upon the wind
hiding warmth of the sun
all lies frozen about me
crystals of ice with cutting pain
now blow into my face
and the wind more bitter now
does cut me to the bone
dry brown leaves skitter by
with the sound of tiny claws
borne quickly upon the wind
their life all stolen away
dirty snow in shadows lie
about clumps of brown grass
scattered across the land so wide
where my path does lie
my steps do slowly drag
to the summits peak
where my weary eyes gazed down
to the long road that before me lies
the way twists back and forth
no straight path is for me
slowly across frozen land I must go
seeking where I would be
before me does the land fade away
under frigid gray clouds
that the road I pass upon
continues on below
in the distance I can see
bright light spearing through the sky
upon the mountain peaks so high
rising over cloud shrouded land
I do quake in the journey's length
the many steps so very long
if I'm to reach the patch of light
I see so very far away
weariness does leech my strength
fatigue does weigh upon my frame
hope does fade with each weary step
taken on this gray day
would that one could simply stop
this journey then set aside
another path there be to take
to another place to be
yet does light before me shine
upon the mountain peaks so high
though they lie so very far away
on the path that I cannot see
I sit and watch.
Changes come so slowly.
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings
erected between
the watch and I.
Thoughts, which flit and skitter
fight for outward movement.
Flesh that is too weak to hold attention,
leans toward the walls of cracks;
where even the plaster pulls
from its sheaf
and the dirty
double paned glass
waylays the eye.
Enthralled by the changes:
rain to sleet, to snow, to hail, to rain,
the maple buds leaving
their pointillist, rouge-lacquered shells,
dropping like the wings
of an emergent butterfly; I root.
Nights of storm-slapped branches
unfurl orchestrated by wind –
How the maple now dangles leaves like earrings
from the tips of the smallest twigs.
Tomorrow they will open
to palm the morning breeze
and welcome the spears of Lilly of the Valley,
as they emerge overnight beneath the mother tree.
The deer have eaten the tender,
green, tongue-rolled, delights of Hosta and Day Lily,
but they are stalwart plants and will return.
I’ve watched and watched but not seen the deer
though I have seen their bedding spots
among the mulch beneath the maple
in the winter and their hoof
prints in the snow.
Today, I will watch
temperatures are rising
and soon there will be
lilacs.
First Published in Latchkey Tales 2014
Rapid ideas sprinkle out of my dendrite village,
Flowing down my shoulders, landing on the best of days,
In kilter skelter felter welter milter belter jagged piles
in crazy, zany, silly, dark, ugly, horrible, unnatural, weird ways.
I watch them form little armies. Some skitter off into the kitchen walls.
Others slither back up my legs, trying to reinvent themselves.
None want my help, so I walk into the living room.
Some are laughing hysterically, thinking it is a game.
A couple of them hit me hard in the middle of my lower back.
They are giant jumpers, trying to get back into my skull.
Good luck I think, knowing my imaginary dendrite village well.
If there is one thing she does not allow,
it is access to repeat offenders.
Best to lie down on a page and let me
Draw a cartoon around you or put you into a poem.
Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed
Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed
Gnaws at sand buried tree toes gnarled, spit polished
Hourglass chamber sugar dwindle, dunes demolished
Churning chant casts a melancholy spell, people powerless
Moan of manic Manager’s anger depicts dreary dourness
Man on the Moon cheese puff cheeks chew mushy monsoon
Rain runs through town, to be trapped by typhoon
Form of parading peacock, pigment stripped, fan feathers vibrate
Look - at - Me Leuca’s lazy turns spur first hurl of weather irate
Fancy fowl foxtrot gathers gusts in her skirt skitter spin
White witch whips wind, water waltz whirls, wild chagrin
Hummingbird hurricane hovers over ocean, dizzily dragged to occult
Sect stretches elastic strap string - tied to tornado’s tumult
Brash as a bastard coconut afloat on Baltic Sea, bashes calm ground
Leuca retracts tail regal, regrettably her force flung coast bound
Cranky current circus tent cyclone, lions leap out of hoops
Lost roof iron roams rogue across roads while Princess Leuca loops
Serene above storm, she surveys scatter, stricken war worn love lorn
Tree tremors drip torrid toll, feet attach fresh turf, in readiness reborn
12th March
Thankfully only a tropical low
hit coast of Oz
Something about my odor
Perhaps attracts the slimy rats
Gnawing at the slim remains of my flesh
The tendons stretched as strings
I am, by all means, a meal
Eyes, beady, twitch to follow my figure
Across dimly lit doldrums
Perhaps I am the rat
Falling into the trap just to steal the gouda
And skitter off, back to my hole
The cats, chasing and prowling
Always so close, yet out of reach
Preying and praying for only a taste
A mother cat’s tongue
With which they groom and pamper
Lure and comfort the simple child
Blithe, though not naive
To the textured strokes of mother’s preening
The clock hanging swings in measure
Tick tick tock
Three years, two years, one
The mouse runs up the clock
Long conceived dreams
Not so far, they seem
It is only a role
For whom the bell tolls
no one sees them
as the veils begin to shift
and night falls
ghosts begin their walk
high heels tattered and worn down
jeans stiff from two days wear
jesus dangling between their breasts
at the corner of a downturned mouth
spit and a cigarette gather
jittering and itching they rub their arms
awaiting the next rush and run YEAH !
when the cops are around ? like rats
they scamper and skitter into the shade
will-o-wisp's they arrive and depart
and into unknown destinations they travel
for moments of ecstasy with new and old
'friends'
the hours draw thin the air turns moist
day is coming, and like vampires
they withdraw to the shadow of light
until the darkness echos once again
Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
Ransacking treasure trove
of maximum headroom.
To remedy a fate worse than death
or orange hair oaf becoming
forty seventh president
or contracting one
of several viral diseases named pox
permeate heavy shut tight door
with numerous deadbolts
and sophisticated locks
and impossible mission to out fox
analogous to roach infestation,
who favor nesting within custom made
Roper men's shoes brand name Docks.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Das scribe's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned
in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Embarkation upon meditation...
Believe me you upon manifestation
regarding Das godaddy bing linkedin
with avast cosmic consciousness
self induced light hypnotic trance
I become enthralled
unless wife disrupts intent concentration
calling out "Matt...Matt...Matt"
bajillion times Googleplex
(slight hyperbole for literary effect),
subsequently courtesy
disembodied voices
deliver poetic inspiration
without forcefully summoned,
rather gently coax (zeal lust lee)
amidst Smokey and Bandits spiritus mundi
plethora of discordant
indistinct jabbering murmurs
requiring exacting golong strategy
kickstarting coalescence regarding
faintest hint analogously harboring
shipping news a boat
reeling in catch of the day
thus, fingers snakishly
slither skitter, sidle
at greased lightning pace
across Macbook Pro laptop keyboard
feverishly unleashing
unexpected brainstorming tsunami
recalling steely apothegm
strike while the iron iz hot,
thus such epiphany occurred
moments ago - in case
ye heard "Eureka" shouted
loud, free and clear
without moment to lose
yours truly brooked
stream of consciousness
ignoring flash flood warnings
slapped down one after another
figurative pontoon bridge
all the while skirting
eddies, whirlpools, fierce whitecaps
fortunately hauling unexpected
magnificent linkedin kindled
sense and sensibility
yours truly rendered speechless
(most time non verbal when writing),
additionally hodgepodge mashup
offers no rhyme nor reason,
yet burst of pooled
imponderable gushing silent spring
(courtesy ghost of Rachel Carson)
currently did flickr
demanding immediate typing
though poetic license expired
please don't tell commission,
nor chief word den
these unpredictable eruptions
(most likely indistinguishable
turkey in the straw gobbledygook
to the untrained eye),
rather good n plenti
camouflaged indecipherable creativity
(nope, not even practiced experts
keen on esoteric etymological arts)
stymied to understand)
mine swiftly styled harry tailored
gibberish oh baying avant
(to assign long sentence
upon Matthew Scott),
which "FAKE" premature ejaculation
incorporating poppycock mishmash
screened for your viewing discomfort
unbelievably came to this homeless tramp,
while he plodded across no man's land
with hud door hubble mojo risin.
Kitty, Kitty
where is my sweet snugly Kitty?
You're full of mischief, but witty;
my furry fur ball so pretty.
You're so pampered with chasers and teasers;
smarty skitter critters catnip cat please-errs.
You love to hide and stick out your paw
striking at anything that goes by, not to mention
purposely lying down in my way for attention.
It's Christmas and we've brought in a Christmas tree
into our home and underneath the tree,
a pile of beautifully wrapped presents waiting to be opened!
You've claimed it and won't let it be.
It stands tall up against the wall
with balsam pine scent branches that call
to you. You sink you claws into the scaly bark
and climb and hide within the branches.
A glitter reflection of light catches your attention,
those little paws can't resist slapping
at the blinking
lights, silver tinsel, and colorful ornaments.
Oh, Kitty, you've taken one too many chances.
You've gotten too far-out and bent the branch
losing your balance,
toppling the Christmas tree causing an avalanche
of colorful ornaments to the floor!
Frighten, you zoomed out of the room
and hid under the bed.
Kitty, Kitty
where is my sweet snugly Kitty?
12/24/2018
Poetry Contest: Christmas Pets - Writing Challenge December 2018 -
Sponsored by: Dear Heart
Alternately titled: Get out of my head mister chatterbox!
While inside me noggin legions
of monstrous demons abhor
protest being force fed
arcane and obscure
assaying into religious dogma
hence mind chatter goes full bore
thus crafting poem quite a difficult chore,
one lightweight bag of bones
basketcase weave gotta deplore,
nevertheless mine tincup rattled
courtesy garden variety eyesore
athwart slip stream
of space/time continuum
twenty two minus
seven years and fourscore
orbitz around black hole sun
scattering cremains galore
camouflage ashes colored like hoar.
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!