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Butterflies as big as bats
with phosphorescent wings
My ears can’t speak
My mouth can’t see
My eyes begin to scream
Bugs are climbing up the walls
Spiders come out of my skin
My mattress melts into
tomato sauce
in which I start to swim
The ceiling spins in a circle
I’m holding my eyeballs in my hands
Pointing them at things
I want to see
but cannot understand
The TV walks across the room
There’s Myra Gulch
upon her broom
Jimi Hendrix rides a star
smashing bugs
with his guitar
Snakes appear upon my head
Look in the mirror
and I am dead
I point my eyeballs at the plate
all the mushrooms
I must have ate
Senses now in overload
Waiting for the crash to start
Sensing things I must leave untold
I swallow an eye and can see my heart
Falling
Bawling
Insides are crawling
Spinning
Sinning
The mushrooms are winning
Aching
Faking
Never reawaking
Crying
Dying
Nothing is complying
I wake up not knowing
How many hours may have passed
I’ll have to try those mushrooms again
That trip was such a gas
Buttercups are dancing to singing daffodils
King Neptune, with his trident, is surfing down a hill
Rabbits playing hopscotch with rainbow coloured frogs
Snails with sparkly spinning shells slither along gold logs.
Wolves in sheep's clothing are bleating nonstop,
Four hyenas harmonise, in a barbers shop.
Centipedes were newly crowned; Kings Of Tug Of War
While spiders spin silk candy floss for their online store.
A pony with a sore throat, was sounding rather hoarse
Moles queued to play nine rounds on Trumps new golf course.
The parrot kept repeating the same unfunny joke
The magician did his magic tricks with a talking cloak.
I came across a chip tree, surrounded by a moat
Where fish were reading newspapers in a paper boat
The moat is filled with batter and when a fish goes in,
A sudden blast of dragon's breath, cooks and seals the fish within.
I thanked a praying mantis, who had taught me self-defence
Only then to realize, none of this made any sense.
I blamed it on the late night snack before I went to bed
Then said goodnight, to the squid, that's curled around my head.
19.05.22
I open the old door and it squeaks,
then a cobwebbed, dusty ceiling appears...
what I find brings me to tears:
a moaning cat about to die, his weak heart still beats.
If all cats have nine lives as my cat has,
this one may know only one because of someone's shameless neglect and cruelty;
I check his yellowish eyes, and he dares to meow and lick my compassionate face...
as he clings to me for help and sympathy.
How did he survive under a cobwebbed, dusty ceiling
with no food and water...did he feed on spiders?
What about breathing in a sunless room frequented by mice?
Oh, he must have had a feast, while burping!
Ah, I shouldn't talk about rodents, it makes my hair standup!
All I want everyone to know is that the cat is doing well and loves a beefy treat,
not something he was forced to eat...oh, poor animal with a fiant heart!
No, sweet kitty cat: cobwebs and dust won't fall on you...here it's safe to sleep!
Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Cobwebs And Dust "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 3/ 19/2012
the bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
along it soldiers march
workers trample, children skip
with balls of light
cows graze, horses gallop
between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
sung over by soft rain
its roots tangled like veins
in molten centre of
Mother Earth ______
below it gurgles River of Intentions
on its banks rural maidens
with feathers in their plaits
play reed flutes
lilies grow in its crevices
whilst dragonflies sweetly hum
mothers sing rhymes
whilst suckling fat babies
spiders delicately continue
to weave below trodden cobbles
I longingly listen for the trample
of your brown leather boots on
the other side of the bridge !
[ Placed 8th : Premier Contest :
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April 26 ]
In the fifties
it was the suburban icon
that survived the start
of the renovation phase
and still graced the backyards
of most houses in the neighborhood,
the ubiquitous Australian
outside dunny.
Ours was a corrugated iron
oven that cooked you in the summer
and would freeze even the most proud
member down to a modest size
in winter. Daddy long leg spiders
would watch from the walls and ceiling
and bounce about in their webs
when the chain on the overhead
cistern was pulled
and water gushed out.
One hot summer's day my Dad
was sitting on the loo
with the door open and saw
a snake crawl across the lawn.
Up with his trousers he pursued
the snake until it slid into
the shade house, grabbing it
by the tail as it slipped through
the wire netting fence.
For an hour he called out
hoping someone would hear
and help him deal with the snake.
Back then there were no
snake catchers you could call,
you either killed it or let it go
and worried whether
it would come back.
Finally our neighbor, Jim Ireland,
came running in armed
with an axe and as Dad slowly
pulled it back out,
dealt the reptile a fatal blow.
When I came home from school
that day, there was this four foot
brown hanging on the clothesline
almost cut in half.
It seemed too small to pack
such danger, its jaws sealed shut
in death over those lethal fangs.
I couldn't bring myself to touch it
in fear that it might spring back
and bite me in a final revenge.
That year, my Dad kept
the dunny door open
all summer. He never saw
another snake. I should have been
a better son.
Notes.
Though rather obvious, the term
“dunny” refers to an outside toilet,
a good old Australian colloquialism.
It's rare to find snakes in suburban
backyards these days unless near
open areas and waterways.
As a matter of interest, the snake
referred to in the poem was
an “Eastern Brown” whose venom
is rated as the second most toxic
in the world, the most toxic being
the Inland Taipan another Australian
species.
Catfish are very funny looking
They have two whiskers, don't ask me how
Their tails are short and have no hair
And they never say meow
Their diet consist of many things
Worms, fish, and some day old chicken liver
A taste for spiders and also "Spam"
If you slice them up a sliver
In my life I've caught a few
Hundred's up to date
But only one, had I let go
The rest were on my plate
I've cooked them up so many ways
I'll mention just a few
Cajun, blackened, deep fried in oil
But I like them most in stew
So if you catch one fishing
Or if you see them in the store
Bring them home and cook them up, enjoy!
You'll be going back for more
Catfish- Contest
Sponsored by Catie Lindsey
5/10/18
There once was a time
Though it's hard to believe
A superhero, of a kind
Could be someone like me
Every language or letter
I could fluently speak
Make everything better
With exaggerated feats
Like kill giant spiders
With the swipe of one hand
Make night dreams quieter
Chasing off, the boogie man
I could enter the mind
Inciting imagination
Simply sit side by side
Causing total elation
I could hold the world
With my strength in one arm
Make it sleep, as I swirled
No need for alarm
It was rather abrupt
It all came to a stop
My children grew up
Now I'm just Pop.
by Daniel Turner
The witches finger
When night time falls on Halloween if you`re near the woods don’t linger
For if you stand to long this night you`ll feel the Witches finger.
It`s long and crooked with a pointy nail its skin is rough and grey
It comes alive on Halloween night but dead and black by day.
She wakens up but once a year from her cold and icy tomb
Then she sharpens up her nails and sits upon her broom.
She screams a deathly cackle as she adorns her Witches hat
Then summons from the depths of hell her big black evil cat.
It stretches and it yawns with its mouth so big and fat
Then gobbles up the cobwebs and the spiders from her hat.
With jagged teeth and razor claws and a pair of fiery eyes
It sits upon the Witches knee as they take towards the skies.
The crypt doors they burst open as her finger points the way
She`s hunting for some victims before the break of day.
She`s flying through the night sky with evil in her eye
She’s hunting for lost children as she passes by.
She needs to be replenished with her heart as dark as coal
She’ll put her finger on your chest and steal your mortal soul.
So when you’re trick or treating in your Halloween disguise
Don’t wander in the shadows where the witchy has her eyes.
Don’t go down dark or unlit lanes where children should not be
Stay in the light stay with your friends where you can clearly see.
But when a shadow falls across the moon and you hear the witches scream
Your legs are frozen to the spot and you pray it’s just a dream.
Her dark cloak flutters in the wind her broomstick whooshes by
She has rotten teeth a crooked hat and she only has one eye.
So hold on tight and run for the light and do not be a hinder
Because if she catches up with you you`ll feel the witches finger.
THE END
She had one job, just one job.
No bugs in the house, ditto with mouse.
But there it goes across the floor,
eight legs scrambling towards the door.
The cat is snoring, obviously tired.
She had one job, so now she's fired.
Damn spider is hiding, who knows where.
Cat is sleeping, she don't care.
Spiders I hate with a passion.
Maybe her cat food I should ration.
Stupid spider, stupid cat.
I wonder if it went under the mat.
There 'll be no sleep tonight with it running free.
Good thing there's lots to watch on T.V.
She had one job, only the one,
now I'm warning that spider I've got a gun.
SPIDER SILLY CRAWLINGS UP AND DOWN A WEBBED WALL
THERE ARE GOBBLINS AND MONSTERS & MEOWLINGS TOO
JUMPING JACKS THAT POP AND LITTLE SLY FOXES THAT RUN
FOR GOODNESS SAKE BE SAFE, SAYS THE EVE OF GOOD WILL
SCARY DOLLIES WITH EYEBALLS THAT JIGGLE AND WIGGLE
A PORCUPINE CHILD WITH A PRICKLY DEMEANOR, OH MY !
HAUNTINGS & MUDDLINGS, SCATTERINGS & SCARINGS
THE KIDS IN THEIR GARMENTS ARE WILDER THEN RODENTS
HERE COMES THE STICKLIEST WITCH OF THE YEAR
FLYING ON A BROOMSTICK BEWARE, SHE DRAWS NEAR
SHE HACKLES AND CACKLES WITH DROOPY NOSE QUACKLES
MY KIDDIES BE CAREFUL, DON'T EAT FROM HER CASTLE
SHE'S GOT MONGRELS AND HYBRIDS AND ALL KINDS OF BREEDS
AND EVEN THE GOBBLINS ARE AFRAID OF HER GREED
SHE'LL TRICK YOU SHE'LL TREAT YOU, BUT DON'T YOU BELIEVE HER
HER CAULDRON IS READY AND SOON SHE'LL BE FETCHIN'
SPIDERS AND GOBBLINS , LITTLE ONES TOO, EYEBALLS AND TOES,
AND MAYBE , .... EVEN YOU !