Upon this Pennine peak
in stretch of wilderness,
where ground is silver grey
of moorland millstone grit,
a glistening piece stands out.
I take close look and see
small flake of shiny brown.
Curious, I pick it up.
This stone is not from here
and shows the hand of man.
A thumb size crafted piece;
one edge neatly saw-toothed.
It is my first flint find.
A hunter's blade I hold.
It is a hide scraper
from ancient butchering.
Once used by Stone Age man.
I felt it in my hand.
A peculiar feeling.
Now something primal stirs
deep in my spirit core.
I feel strange connection
with folk of ancient world.
Categories:
saw toothed, england, history,
Form: Free verse
There is someone - a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I'm slipping, taking him with me;
he won't let go of my hand.
We are on the very verge
of a deep pit,
teetering upon its crumbling edge,
at the craters floor a pool
in those waters are sauropods,
crocodilians.
Scree rolls under our feet;
the heavy handgun on my hip
weighing us down, dragging us toward
those saw-toothed muggers
who now thrash in an expectant melee.
In a dreaming funk,
a pensive fear snatches at my flesh,
Then as we slip and slide I glance at the boy
seeing myself in him.
I shout to that younger me
that we both will die from the unforeseen
one day, but not today
for I exchanged that old revolver
for a less heavy Glock.
The scene melts, my child-self
still clinging to my breath
asking the bedroom ceiling: when?
Categories:
saw toothed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
large saw-toothed tiger took a jagged bite
victim was juicy, tasty delight
we watched his mouth turn brilliant red
gulping happy, someone said
some ran off to hide
I went back inside
tiger loved his
strawberry
frosted
cake
Categories:
saw toothed, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Etheree
A deep pit, a crumbling edge,
at the bottom, a pool swarming with sauropods.
There is someone, a boy.
I shouldn't have taken the child here.
I'm slipping, taking him with me;
he won't let go of my hand.
We are sliding on the scree.
A gun heavy on my hip,
its weight drags us down,
to where saw-toothed muggers
thrash in a melee.
It's then that I transition.
I’m a visitor, two-dimensional
in a hurrying cityscape.
I've lost my car
in one of many similar concrete blocks.
Home is a door in the back of my mind
A door not opened yet, I suspect behind it
is a child who knows his way back.
He’s holding a tin wind-up crocodile,
one his dad once bought him.
At his side a revolver,
the same type I purchased
in Florida
in the event of alligator attack.
Categories:
saw toothed, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
I was young- nearly twenty-
the day innocence became ill.
I remember the funeral well
that ninth month.
As the sunlight shattered another night,
I awoke in a dim lit room, silenced
by a strange sunrise
as it splayed across the earth,
then darkened in the most
somber and eeriest gloom.
Ashes were scattered over the sea,
beyond the hills,
into the valleys,
hurdling ocean waves,
drifting across isles,
then settling into unknown graves.
The thin-lipped mistress
shed no tears from faraway shores,
her saw-toothed, jagged edges
cutting deep the wagging tongues,
swaggering into the Eagle's beak.
Her colorless face, with black eyes
bored into souls with a craven heart,
stone cold and set- cast deeper
than the wounded stars and bleeding stripes,
flying at half mast.
We sat huddled, wrapped in gray shawls,
glum and sullen- watching
the smoke curling upward toward the angels
who were stepping out of a mystical fog
dove wings spread wide, reaching down
to lift up all who had fallen.
Categories:
saw toothed, depression, emotions, loss, patriotic,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
signal frequencies
of rising time
decaying values
of motion
bright yellow sun
spreads its wings
we are burning
in virgin love
space coils into a
deep slumber
we are growing up
under gigantic trees
of wisdom and patience
fifth dimension
beckons controlling
the units of saw toothed
virtues dropping
arent we slaves here
of time and space
Categories:
saw toothed, allegory,
Form: I do not know?
THE BEAUTY CHASE
When the winds are fair and guts are hot
The artist breathes as deep as he can dare--
Locates the promised trail that sings
Puts on his boots and tosses care--
And when that trail outshines divine
His soul commits to see the end
While praying it will never come
Thoughtless of waiting kin and friends.
Who follows dream-deadly delights
Designed to tear a life to shreds--
To gladly toss all sense behind--
Hunting True Beauty without end?
The Search for Beauty grabs wild wayward souls
Its teeth saw-toothed-- and sure to harm
But heedless-- brilliant victims venture on
Afraid to lose the scent of charm
Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
Categories:
saw toothed, allegory, art, beauty, life,
Form: Rhyme
When the drums beckoned from Accomgpong Town,
my grandfather run, and run, and run;
my grandfather ran at high speed
over saw-toothed terrain
with vicious rocks hacking at naked soles,
and blood-hounds mauling at his heels.
My grandfather wore stripes
like the red, white and blue;
and when the hot sun rides raw waves on his back,
my grandfather stand tall to wipe sweat from his brow,
then my grandfather wear whips
that echoes louder than the drums
that called beyond Mount Diablo,
but no one was running to his rescue.
Categories:
saw toothed, black-african amergrandfather,
Form: I do not know?
Here's a tangled thready mass of dental floss
Glued on some canvas board with gesso
Each layer of the spider's snare dyed a different color
One layer dried then layered o'er another
Oh the marl-morning sour-gut history
The saw-toothed plaque-frozen mystery!
There's corn beans and sirloin on the string
Microscopic V-8 a thermal-digested chicken wing
Good bad medium days
Hidden 'neath and in filet
Here's Jackson Pollock with his dripping
Splashing abstract expressionism
Pollock though a genius failed
In splashing paint pale after pale
To realize a more thrifty less messy way
To say through teeth what he had to say
Categories:
saw toothed, funny
Form: Free verse