How many times have we met? I don't have thick skin
if I were to come under the needle of a vet;
barf would linger on clothes that aren't yet washed
down by the hose of a zoo attendant.
The span of your ears sweeping back the stench
I exude with perspiration, thanks, elephant.
My rumbly gut on your gut, your rotund barrel
takes us over Niagara Falls.
A cold, yet steamy mist can exit rage.
A friendliness plummets over me where I stand
too drunk to squirm and go visit my girl.
I turn and want to unlatch my cage, bar
pressing my nose to what might be in store
not ready to eat hay nor sleep on the floor,
grateful that your prehensile
trunk can reach in the fridge and snag a beer.
Categories:
rumbly, drink,
Form: Free verse
Tinkling trickles everywhere - bathroom, rain and coffee pot
Roaring warmth from the heat source after clicked up one half notch
Old soles of slippers whisper tales to the hardwood as I stroll
Cars swoosh by, tires scrape wet streets as down the street they go
Open the drawer where flat ware is with a soft sandpapery glide
Spoon in hand, thick pouring cream, silent honey not far behind
In my mug, tiny circles burst with decorous plip
Gentle, rumbly, raspy snores from Kitty in her sleep
Dragon breathing gas poofs on, cracked eggs soon gasp then bubble
F sharp kabong when toast springs up, scorched bread is healed with butter
Contented sounds from fridge, computer – clicking, ticking, bleep
“We’re in good working order”, they say in the land where electronics speak
Vibrations bounce with ringing bells soft or booming in my ears
When noises cease abruptly, that’s the sound I love to hear.
11/6/2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
rumbly, onomatopoeia,
Form: Other
In an exercise of
Psychopathology
Students are told
To find
A safe place
And to go in
My home, your room
In the forest
Under a tree
A hidden cave
Quickly went out
My mind
Crippled and entered
Stayed there
Never ever again
Expected
Older and rumbly
White washed patches
Dirty big walls
Three sides secured me
The heavy iron door
Kept me watched
And locked by the big key
I was safe and slept
Shadows of inmates
Shaded in and out
I was called
To come slowly
Out of the place
Stepped to the door
Was not opened
The jailor or the guard
Was not near by
I was called
Come to the present
And to open my eyes
From closed of my eyes
Tears fell out
Hid it I in
Opened my eyes
Incredible sight
Mind in the cell
Broke the heart
Why did the mind
Go there for a safe
To escape from the death
That was the place
It was not my choice
Time gave the prize
Darken days and nights
Prolonged the life of death
Once in away
Flash back to the past
I am not allowed
To forget my pass
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Categories:
rumbly, depression, life, memory, pain,
Form: Free verse
There's a war in my tummy,
But I don't know why.
There's a white unicorn
Fighting a cow!
There's a war in my tummy,
And I don't know why.
But goodness me,
Do I try!
There's a war in my tummy,
So I tell my Mum.
She says, "There's fruit on the bench,
Go and eat some."
There's a war in my tummy,
I don't care why any more.
'Cause when my tummy rumbles,
I simply need to eat more!
~Written in 2002 when I was thirteen.~
Categories:
rumbly, allegory, animals, childhood, food,
Form: I do not know?