Pythons Poems | Examples

the Colourful picture

shadows draw across the canvas
with light oily strokes and dry wet soul 
the white pythons and black mambas
conspire as their tongues slither and roll 

down the canvas. 
like honey, it marinates the mellow white 
bruising it with time… yet as the honey lathers
and the white bathes, the paint stops with all its might

leaving behind the canvas
with monotone delight and black and white 
then it cries as it bleeds like Danvers
watching its Hyde as he flees at the sight

as though his Hyde has a right 
for leaving the canvas in black and white
the shadows of black and white
dissipate at the sorrow, at the pain 
at the rain that washes the black and white
away.

Leaving behind the canvas
and time.

It Started With A Blank Canvas

It started with a blank canvas-
just another mid-spring day;
no sun nor rain, or gentle breeze-
an atmosphere so still and gray.

A day in May- a fresh-mowed lawn;
leaf-laden trees, soft velvet green.
Yet, at my window, looking out
no birds or squirrels on the scene.

Then came that rush! The canvas filled
with fear and horror- in one stroke! 
Six trees were downed- the roots exposed;
outdoors, unreal- our hearts then broke.

A strong tornado- with wide brush,
painted a jungle at our home;
blocking our house and driveway too-
we felt so trapped, nowhere to roam.

The twisted limbs and branches lay
like pythons in the throes of war.
And splintered tree trunks stood in shock
as landscaped beauty was no more.

Stretched out, a canvas of distress;
strewn damaged trunks and tangled limbs.
How one tornado- wild and free,
repainted life at nature's whims.

Louisiana Bayou

Louisiana bayou full of pythons and alligators
The boatman glides through the water holding his breath
Wondering if something will get him
By falling out of a tree or overturning his flimsy boat
His journey feels longer today than ever before
Horror story of alligator eating a man on the news this morning

Monkeys Last Heartfelt Scream

Do not poke spiders, pythons, alligators or crocodiles! Mommy had said.
Monkey thought she was too cautions, always living way up in her head.
He did not even know what a python was, so he poked a stick at a snake.
Not recognizing his move was not good, until python’s tail gave a shake.
He was being chased around the world now by an angry serpent mean.
“Mommy!” monkey screeched, it was his very last heartfelt terrible scream.

Ode To Australian Numbat

australian numbat is cuter than a chipmunk, monkey or cat.
with deep claws that know how to dig out food so fat.
tiny brown eyes and shiny nose remind us of the snout of a deer.
his striped eye socket is chipmunk-like, and crystal clear.

termites are the numbat’s diet of choice of course.
never a poetic subject of Poe or Joyce, like a horse.
but he devours termites twenty thousand strong.
not yearly, but daily. I do not think this is wrong.

reptiles and raptors – pythons and eagles too….
try to catch and devour numbats as foxes do.
numbats sense of smell is overly developed, keen.
at Yookamurra Sanctuary they can easily be seen.

mumbats' caves and cottages are actually hollow logs.
where he can hide from feral cats and dogs.
george moore recorded his first one in 1833.
“Looks like a squirrel, weasel or striped cat to me.”

When - Airy Pythons

When youre foiled first time
ply the sirens
on empathetic emergencies
your pain first dawned
like the culling of a bird

When Lions escape from their pit
wearisome statistians ponder
on the risk analysis for folk

When Pythons  spoil your sleep
Slip your dreams
in airy onion bags
lunatic like
apron strings
when things go wrong

Precocious Unicorn Prances With Philosophical Pony

Precocious precious pink unicorn had a priceless smile.
Precise and pretty, it could light a road for over a mile.

Prancing ponies paraded alongside her in her dream,
Practically princely, proud of her pink perfection preen. 

Pandas, pythons and parakeets did not understand at all.
Priceless precious pretty unicorn paraded pride that fall.

Perhaps Professor Pony can enlighten the other folk, 
Philosophical purple pony suggested to the elm and oak.

Pleased, polite and pretty, pink unicorn is okay already.
Providing people with explanations are problematic, Teddy.

Precocious precious pink unicorn was happy to have a friend.
Psychologically sound, these two ended up together in the end.

Breathing Is Important

Some Pythons grow as long as 23 feet
Enough to wrap around 6 people in a Jeep
Panic if you see one
Bloody well run
Gasping for air will leave you white as a sheet

What I Desire

I thought I wanted to be rich
I thought I wanted to be immortal
I thought I wanted private jets
And golden rings

I thought I wanted to be a movie star
I thought I wanted to be in a commercially successful band
I thought I wanted well toned abs
And twenty inch pythons

I thought I wanted the latest electronics
I thought I wanted a massive mansion in the hills
I thought I wanted a yacht
And a private island

That's what I thought at the age of 20
But here's what I know at the age of 30

I just want to be financially stable
I just want a nice and fulfilling life
I just want a decent car
And useful tools

I just want to be married
I just want to have kids
I just want a photo book full of memories
And room for many more

I just want to have friends
I just want to feel necessary
I just want to never be lonely
And never cry myself to sleep

I guess the thing I desire most of all at age 30
It's quite simply to be happy

Heroin Or Heroine

Heroin or Heroine?
by Michael R. Burch

(for mothers battling addiction)

serve the Addiction;
worship the Beast;
feed the foul Pythons
your flesh, their fair feast ...

or rise up, resist
the huge many-headed hydra;
for the sake of your Loved Ones
decapitate medusa.

Keywords/Tags: addiction, drug, drugs, user, heroin, needle, track, tracks, marks, pain, despair, hopelessness, mental illness, heroine, heroic, hero, recovery from addiction, uplifting, strength

Where Angels Fear To Tread

I was a picked on, 
bullied, browbeaten, buffaloed boy
from Buffalo New York.
I grew up on Buffalo’s lower east side,
the ghetto by another name.
The Frederick Douglass towers.
Formerly the Talbert Mall
better known as the Jefferson projects.
The home turf to a gang
called the Pythons.
It was a place
where angels fear to tread.
I had so many bullies
it’s a wonder I didn't end up dead.
I had more bullies
than the law allowed.
I survived my childhood somehow.
I can count one hand 
how many times
I was saved by gang members. (5)
I join a bigger gang 
right after high school.
The United States Army,
and saw the world,
Germany, Turkey and Italy.
I met the man who would be
my Kung-Fu master,
three years later he had made me
a very dangerous man.
Back stateside I became
DJ Bobby K “The One to Know”
For a little over fourteen years,
I played the music
that made the difference.
All the while I heard the voices.
In the year 2,000 
I took a course
in creative writing,
and Bobby K
“The Poor Man's Poet was born.”
Now when I go out to speak,
I mean to be heard,
giving voice to the spoken word.

Early Cake

Wake bake earlier your cake
Throw your stuff backwards
The face clean through your lace
Mess not for your case chase

Early the work earlier the laugh
For the lazy own no stimulant
Like pythons rough bellies tough
Unconceivable but later expectant
Protruding bellies deficient stuff

Time to arise time to awake
Tis the time boss your toss
A coin whose fate owns your bosom
Time to let your fortune blossom
For no more to call you my ewe

Sleep more no work but rest
And sad fro Jan to December
A bruising life sharpen your slay
Cropping your lap around pay.

Smoker Ravages Uma

Down through the greener woods of Uma,
Through the lions’ den to the green mamba’s palace,
Near the dik dik’s habitat,
As the antelope took off to escape the rage,
Of the approaching leopards whose paws protruded,

Upon the trees were vultures the street sweepers,
Freely interweaving chores with weaver bird choirs,
Whose melodious tuning meant zero to the jungle-
Whose circle a train man decided to cremate,

 Elephants hitting their tusks clumsily-
To secure escape routes as rhinoceros tails wagged by,
On their bellies, precious pythons unwounded their rings,  
To fit in the general jungle athletics

As the dark pan paper like smoke covered
Rapidly converting the small milieu into-
A small tentative night before a see through,
Thorough plights epitomized the sodomic tragedy 
         And the Gomorra wails.  
 
As he moved down the valley to Naili Center
Nyama choma’s aroma spread in the setting
As occupants of a small matatizo City
Saw through to Lake Matatizo bounds-
Silence in Uma.

Shapeshifting Tornado

A shocking nightmare- the tornado arrived,
that early evening, Tuesday, May 15, 2018.
We were three miles away from our home-
yet, it took nearly two hours to find our way
through the maze of so many blocked roads.
Finally, we arrived via eerie darkness, where
shapeshifting shadows of destruction stood
beneath the storm's pale, shaded moonlight.

Come morning, the celestial sky of gray
with dim, clouded sunshine, shocked us 
with how drastically it did transform our property.
Eight huge trees, like giant pythons in the throes
of war, were entangled, each with a pinion
of twisted, splintered limbs and branches,
lissome and woven upon the verdant lawn
everywhere, blocking the driveway and path.

Most still remain in decaying repose for now, 
until they are sawed, dismembered, chipped,
no longer part of the old estate firmament
under which they stood, proud, tall, and lofty
until now, for perhaps, one hundred years.
Trying to sojourn to their favorite nooks again,
the birds and squirrels, wing and scurry about,
still now, frantically searching for their nests. 


May 25, 2018

Contest: Shapeshifting or Shapefitter
Sponsor: Anthony Beaanco

Something Most People Sees As Ugly But Which I See As Beautiful

Your eyes that  foretells danger,
soulful charisma that boils my blood stream.
your walk on the valley of darkness.
way you are talked about, but unaware.

your really bad lip kiss, that's perfect for my life.
it mesmerising and captivating simultaneously.
it hazardous but prodigious spontaneously.
I shall die upon your set boundaries. 
those you set when you  gaze with that stare.

exposing my flesh to venoms,
my eyes to pythons,
and soul to evil,
all nothing compare to your beautiful terror.
I have wonder why it feels good to fall for error.

exploring this love feels like the grass beneath our bare feet.
like blood circulating  through veins,
whilst tasteful bitterness designing our  pains.
and a blind directing our ways.


I rather fall sleep on the back seat of the moving car.
than hit the wheel to direction that will lead to burning scar.
she's soul mate,  if I betray her I die.
my soul mate, I lose her  if I lie.

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