Short Creaked Poems
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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
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!”
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
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
…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?
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
Days
drifted,
dust-gold bright,
bare feet skimming
the warm summer roads.
Fireflies stitched twilight’s hem,
porch swings creaked their lullabies,
and Grandma’s voice—soft as corn silk~
called us home through the hush of evening,
where childhood kept its lantern lit for years.
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
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.
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.
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
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.
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A tireme was set to sail
Yet wind failed; to blow
Deploy oars it never fails
Once far enough out
Again they raised the canvas.'
The wind came as a !shout
The ship creaked and drove
The sails bellied so freely
Twas as when sins are shrove'
The cox'n sounded the bell
All the crew yelled and cheered
Music to a capt'ns ears i hear tell.?
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 ...
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.
it was the creepiest place I had ever seen
When did we go there? On Halloween
I did not think I would be scared but I was terrified
When the door creaked open, I wanted to hide
No one said come in, but I felt a presence there
A lingering danger hovered near me, in the air
Where are the lights? I asked my friend Jen.
But she was so scared, she ran off when I came in.
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
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..."
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
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..."
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.
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..."
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...
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
The Visitor
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..."