Short Creaked Poems

My aunt Joan was a madcap 
And she sat down on my lap 
When I creaked 
She was freaked 
Honored me with slime and slap...

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Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”...

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yesterday laughed
my bones creaked so
my age creeping
I was shocked; when did this happen?
moreover, who is this old one?
my age creeping...

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There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked 
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn...

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…Money…in a voice that rustled.
No sir, I do not have any money.
How about getting a job?
…Change…in a voice that creaked.
Sorry sir, I don’t make the rules.
How about running a campaign?
…Help…in a voice that trailed.
Sir, how do I do that?...

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   silverware tarnished
     forks absent some teeth
   plates chipped at the edges
     set of cups incomplete

   the table wobbled and creaked
     like them, sad and bleak...
   down the block from prosperity
     of which they hadn't a peek...

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Bare wood creaked
a hand polished rail glistened
the texture of the risers
caressed her feet
each step
a staircase stanza
an elegant entrance
ballet-like
balancing
cold ground
a short dance
and relief

©4/8/2023

Writing Challenge – “S” Words, Poetry Contest
Constance La France - sponsor...

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my first seduction 
was with a bowl of stale feta, 
a tragic affair with a refrigerator 
that wouldn't shut. 
crumbs scattered like apology, 
i whispered sweet nothings, 
"eat me, make me whole”
the hinge creaked, 
and i poured out, 
wanderlust in the cheap cheese, 
another unloved abandon, me....

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A blanket of morning snow engulfed the town
like a luminous south sea pearl
stretched out
mirroring its watery home,
as the villagers slept,
tight in the warmth of the mattress
that creaked like an ancient schooner,
and they awoke to see with faceless dreams
that winter within themselves,
kindled by December lights....

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Tall pine
log line

Big Jack's 
long axe

Swung hard
no guard

Thick trunk
housed skunk

Tree creaked
skunk freaked

Skunk sprayed
Jack paid

Axe head
blood red

Jack's cost
toes lost

Tale goes
two toes

Jack's fame
new name!



Poetry contest:   Your Footle Poem
Sponsor:              Judy Konos...

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When Simon fell asleep on Christmas Eve.  
Dreaming of presents that Santa would leave.
He soon stirred, when his door squeaked.
Open- eyed, as floorboards creaked.
Now he knows Santa, is not make-believe.

    12 / 12 / 2022.
    Sponsor  Tania Kitchin.
    A Funny Santa Limerick Poetry Contest.
    howmanysyllables.com...

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Accepting my costumed friends dare, I cautiously pushed through the weeds to the unlit dilapidate porch.  Before I could knock, the door creaked open.

"Come     on in.

      We've              been wait-        ing for            

you."       Croaked the emaciated little girl with the basso profundo voice.

Something pushed me from behind ......

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It's ninety eight degrees
in Jersey,
your hug felt limp, 
sweaty,
and forced,
like the old air conditioner
that creaked to life
when you made us coffee,
looking into my eyes,
just to show
you could be sober,
at least for a New York minute,
letting me know
a happy future wasn't an option
and love was only real in movies,
but at least
you made me laugh....

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Vacant eyes
of wandering mind
Crooked neck
of broken road
I found myself
lost at home

Stained by glass
Splintered by bone
The wood creaked 
My face stone

Mocked by self
Driven by pain
Pity was fate
Solace in vain 

Echoes of life
Remnants of death
The stale air spoke
My last breath

Mirror, mirror
On my wall
Tell me
Who will miss me
When you’re gone...

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I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."...

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Shh…
Shuttered the stifling air
Confining her innocence
Clinging to a teddy bear

Shh…
Ruffled the blanket of lies
Concealing her trembling
The lids to her cries

Shh…
Echoed the corners of the room
Beneath the glowing ceiling
Of a neon moon

Shh…
Creaked the rays of flight
Unlocking morning
Pardoning night

Jesus, she whispered
Lowering her weary head
Do you know why my father
Comes to my bed...

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I pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered my
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of my
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet

I switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."...

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Moon peeped
through the treetops,
tiptoed
to a window,
knocked softly
and hushed
to keep his promise.

‘Chuck, chuck, chuck, '
a gecko wished;
a bat dropped
an oozing mango
and flapped
from the backyard;
a curlew
screamed a welcome note;
a door creaked open,
and they
shadowed the moon.


Robert Browning's "Meeting at Night" inspired me when writing this piece....

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He pushed at the open door
no sound
just darkness inside. 
Dust filtered his
nostrils, 
    a mustiness of lost years
inhabited his senses. 

A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, 
the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories 
of his
living hell. 
A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at his feet

He switched on the light
"Hello son
     I knew you'd be back;
He's gone..."...

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I pushed at the open door,there was no sound,no noise,just darkness all around.Dust filtered my nostrils,a mustiness of lost years inhabited my senses.A loose floorboard creaked as I headed for the stairwell,the aroma of her Chanel provoked memories of my living hell.A tear of self-pity congealed in the dirt as I switched on the light."Hello son,...I knew you'd be back...He's gone..."

...and then......

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There was a wheel that squeaked
Not a sound in the world like it
My senses were surely peaked
Drove me crazy, gave me a fit
The air in the tires leaked
No piece of it worked, not a bit
The whole bike when moved creaked
I could do nothing but come sit
Sound of the wheel sure freaked
So I got off my bike and quit

Entrant into Suzette Crous's "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" contest

3/2/2013...

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Written: December 23, 2023, For  Mohan Chutani Contest 
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This desk bears wedding rings.
formal banquets, lonesome dinners, and warm welcome
sweet greetings

It groaned and creaked 
had stood time test to some
oil leaked!

spilt grape
lend mood to come
shape!!

this desk bears wedding rings.
had stood time test to some
shape!!...

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re-post inspired by Constance form D contest

THICKER THAN WATER

I pushed at the open door, no sound
just darkness inside. Dust filtered my
nostrils, a mustiness of lost years
inhabited my senses. A loose floorboard
creaked in the stairwell, the aroma 
of her Chanel provoked memories of my
living hell. A tear of self-pity congealed
in the dirt at my feet.I switched on the light,
"Hello son I knew you'd be back;He's gone..."...

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callous clouds cremating
hoisted horizon hibernating
mystic mirror birthed
meagre mimick mounted
pulpy punctures lent
lanky lust wretched 

bounty boulevard bruised
humpty-dumpty craving cruise
perforated pilgrims puked

sassy similitude seeped'n
vulnerable voluptuous trees
dark dribbles creaked

airy aura tripped
nocturnal nature gripped.
     '20:04:12:09:29

Note: Of nocturnal nature. Inspired by a picture saved from Temi Otedola's....

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His skin was like loose Saran wrap
that no amount of topical
cream could smooth away its wrinkles.
His skeletal bones creaked, muffled
by an old squeaking rocking chair
he gently, rhythmically  rocked
to singsong poetry he wrote
nearly fifty odd years ago.
Each iambus spoken aloud
curiously matched his rocking:
the short syllables went backward
the longer ones ever forward.
Suddenly his recital stopped
and the chair went still and silent....

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