Short Crouch Poems
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Yellow eyes locking,
glares broadcasting dominance
Bodies crouch, tails flick,
as potential energy
changes to kinetic force
Drama against the footlight’s glare
Phantoms crouch,
Looming shadows,
Revolving props,
The stage disappears with the play.
given that we are living light
child of God always shining bright
enlivened by Holy Spirit
why for then do we crouch in fright
A thousand fragile crickets
mindlessly lost in dreams and song.
Swollen with dark intrinsic fevers
in a place where well kept secrets crouch.
Ouch!
A hard nut from Burnham on Crouch
Got bit by a crocodile, ouch
He snuck from the zoo
With a bush kangaroo
And a dead crocodile in its pouch
A girl on the Tube stared at my crouch
Her mum sat there and tried not to watch
Then mum's face turned red
As she softly said,
"She thinks that is where I get my Scotch"
A thousand fragile crickets
mindlessly lost in dreams and song.
Swollen with dark intrinsic fevers
in a place where well kept secrets crouch.
Written by my husband Thielus.
A. Green
Form:
In the darkness I crouch and wait: for dawn to warm
my bones and face and replace;
the ache of life and fate.
To hear the song of sunlight
thrum!
Therepace yon army's marching drum.
Form:
Little Roo is bendin' low; body in a crouch
Just an itty bitty joey sitting in Mum's pouch
Still learning how to hop
But all he does is flop
I guess that's why he's always such a grouch
Resistant to the light, we crouch in fright ~
Bemused by lower mind, we feel contrite
How long with fear, will we thus trauma bond ~
Ignite bliss within, by love’s magic wand
14-November-2022
I SHUDDER IN THIS LIGHT
I RECOIL AWAY
INTO MYSELF
COVERING MY EYES
SCREECHING
PULLING AWAY
SKIN SHIVERING
INSIDE
THE TASTE OF THIS
IS BITTER
I CROUCH AND CRINGE
IT'S CLUTTERING ME UP INSIDE.
standoff
feline green eyes stalk
canine paws crouch in pounce mode ~
play erupts fun romps
1-25-21
Contest: Moment in Nature
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Syllables checked with www.HowManySyllables.com
etched in own minds eye
white kitten raising one brow
in crouch position
Tribute To The Kitty Cats Meowwwww LOL
If I seem a little manic
Come December twenty-fifth
I’m just on the verge of panic
About getting you a gift
So please forgive me my remissness
As I crouch beneath the tree
Since I’m “present” here on Christmas
Let’s just say I got you me.
Religious votives
light a somber lair.
A hole I fathered
with rhinestones of doubt
and swatches of fault.
Sentinels loom -
vapid gargoyles
crouch in ghostly
contemplation
ogling my
handiwork.
Poised to pounce
when the
flames die
out.
The avoidance, the whispers, the fear
of fellow Jews now daily I hear
Do I dare walk around with my skullcap on
If I see Palestinians, should I run
Tonight marks the first Chanukah light
that 21st century Jews crouch in fear, out of sight
I may be blind without eyesight
I may crouch on through age and time
underneath an unseen sen
not knowing blood and death and gun
I may search long on the ground
to find but scorn from man and hound
but someday I might find the switch
to bring day to this dark and pitch
We need to know the truth of soul
Our self existent light
We’ve drifted away from life’s goal
And so we crouch in fright
Cessation is the way
Where all we do is pray
Letting God have His say
Give it a go
We need to know
30-May-2023
Quietus
Petty words are spears which jab the back.
Their masters leap from foot to foot as fire flicks to wood.
And dance cruel games of lacking rules,
To play the unaware.
They crouch as dragons curled around their jewels we call the ego,
A suicide so soft, so sure,
It fills our satisfaction.
PERFECT!!!!!!
Standing solemnly in standstill,
Aah how awesome and amazing,
Stirring at the splendor of space,
I fall flat on the face,
Frolicking fervently as I watch the flow of His glory,
I crouch to the creator of the creatures,
And I smiled for everything fit exactly in its environment.
Form:
Everyone tells a story
Few are boring as hell
Few make me jump in joy
Few make me bite my nail
Few let me crouch in corner
Few make me wince in pain
But all are unique
It’s an art
As I am crazy listener,
I travel along the story
And love to carve it delicately in my heart ??
Snow cat
so wild
and white
black spots
will hide
and blend
with ease
by still
black trees
he looks
he stalks
black prey
in cold
chill brush
black eyes
stare through
he hears
white noise
a crouch
a lunge
a strike
to catch
and eat
white meat
his prize.
Written on 3/6/2016
inhaling grace, exhaling gratitude
reborn at dawn, yet fearing not the night
the dweller of our heart sparks fortitude
through fierce storms of life and when dims our sight
knowing He’s within why’d we crouch in fright
with each breath outflow as God holds our hand
that we are His child, we then understand
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a silence, thick as August heat,
parts when the bus driver waits
for the limping man to reach his seat.
the child weeping in the pharmacy aisle
is not yours, but you crouch anyway,
offer a tissue, a name, a glance
that says I see you.
waterside vigil
buffalo nears water hole
lions crouch low nearby
three-pronged ambuscade
buffalo calf culled from herd
swift pincer attack
quarried prey springs forth
stressed calf serpentines about
lead lion cuts angle
driven toward snare
flanks assaulted from both sides
vise tightened prey clasped