Short Crouched Poems
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A fleet
of clover feet.
The puddle grunts.
Crouched atop
leafy beds,
groovy eyes
dance.
Croaks and caws,
a symphony.
A quartet
in the woods.
strong mighty hunter
of my neighbours last chicken
African wild cat
crouched in backyard grass
my cat stalks neighbor's chicken
neighbor throws a rock
Along came a fine feline named Morris,
Lured by lilt of lascivious chorus;
He crouched inside the cage,
Appetite to assuage -
Patiently he purports to ignore us.
In the hot sands do you stand
Crouched on all four
Waiting to devour the wanderer
In search of Truth
The babes of the Jews escaped your fists
So you stand there with your nose in bits
quiet & understated
two words waiting
at the bottom of the page
crouched as though
some other they might chase away
or bar from the path
tonight
i am once again allowed this trespass
Little by little
Fear forms whittle
Dimming soul’s light
Day and night
Crouched in fright
Dark thoughts belittle
Our mindful eye
Thus does decry
Onset of grief
Ego, joys thief
To get relief
We wingless fly
Much Too Close - TB
The frog leaped high!
Closed each eye tight
when I crouched down.
My face too near...
without fear...he
headgear became!
January 31, 2019
For Contest, 'Any Theme Than-Bauk'
sponsored by Charles Messina
As evening fell,
Air gray and still,
My ears discerned
A cardinal’s shrill—
High in an oak,
He fussed, aglow,
While crouched a cat
With stealth below;
From bough to branch,
That bird flashed bright
Until his foe
Slunk into night.
Feline Football- English Haiku
Cat on all fours crouched.
Grape football hit with
swift paw.
Punt, calico wins!
October 8, 2019
English Haiku
5 syllables-line 1
7 syllables-line 2
5 syllables-line 3
A woman crouched upon the floor,
retrieving something, near the door.
I walked into the busy shop,
while talking to my mum,
I hadn't seen the woman there -
and kicked her up the bum!
written 6th January for Natasha's Funny Memories contest
She lies crouched, with avarice eyes
Peering out from faux summer’s guise
Not yet the spark to light up the night
Nor quite the voice to scatter with fright
Just a glint in June’s fiery eye
Poised to pounce as warm winds draw nigh
Hungry morning dew
perpetual heavy haze
icy embrace
blood red rubies
another victim
in a dark alley
beaten with chains
Bruises
Pulverizes the earthlings existence
without hesitation
A beast in human form
crouched as a wildcat
a tall blonde, white plaited with salt
all elbows and knees,a new menhir
on a guilded stage of
tidewash and wind,crouched under
a sky of ovens and red brick,
serious and wide-eyed
before a sandring that loses
its smile as the sun drowns;
the sea turns to black.
Crouched in an alley
Cold unwelcoming cobblestone
Raindrops keep him half awake
Stayed up all night sipping coffee
Finishing touches to canvass of
Bluebird skies and sailing ships
Those holding umbrellas pass by
Look - and move on through
November's leaded skies...
Form:
Haiku Trilogy
Fox poises mid-step
Rabbit scent tantalizes
Mouth waters wildly
Eyes peer intently
Haunches crouched, slung low to ground
Biding time to spring
Mountain lion growls
Padded feet part tall grasses
Hunter now hunted
©R.Selena Howard-Rowland,2012
Seek and destroy, cause of stupor
Exit hypnotic trance
Else accept a dark soul future
In crouched and fearful stance
Be silent and mindful
Make this life beautiful
Bliss suffused, to the full
Ego spawned ploy
Seek and destroy
30-November-2021
Quietus
It is disconcerting to walk past your car
and see a man crouched down, hiding in the back seat.
Who is he?
What does he want?
Do I warn my husband before he hot tails it out for gas?
Or would he rather be surprised?
Perhaps it is an old college roommate.
I think
as I wave goodbye from the driveway.
Imagination's leap,
has come to a sudden halt.
He crouches his dreams
on an altar of skinned knees.
Weary of his travels,
calloused hands soothe a calloused foot.
As he momentarily ponders,
his heritage of great pain.
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Inspired by Michelangelo's Crouching Boy
Earthbound renegades
Quietly nestle
Beneath mulch rugs.
Their silent vigils begin
From crouched positions
Down deep in shady glens.
Grounded in grassy glades,
Upstarts creep unnoticed
Till they stretch, fully dressed.
These vibrant visuals rise
From underground rooms
Decorating woodland floors.
Form:
To save your feelings, is so cliche.
I gave you a thought, is gone away
Words mean little if crouched in lies,
They hold my ears, obscure my eyes.
A little white lie, is all that's there,
and then you said, I lied, I care.
Actions mean little if the feeling is false.
Why bother if the inevitable stalls.
Her knuckles sore as she spat and swore
whipping the cloth back and across
Crouched on her heels on the stone cold floor
The newspaper used as a rug
Her forehead smeared with black polish galore
She does her weekly chore
As she polished and shined four pairs of black shoes
On the eve of the Sunday mass
Chubby cheeks pause milking
from mother’s hanging breast.
Heartbeats are balancing
the drunken fan’s bawling.
A fist swinging laugher
pauses to meditate.
The batter is ready,
slightly crouched by the plate.
Pennants flutter gently
in the afternoon breeze.
The pitcher checks first base,
then the delivery.
Jungle by night
In the far jungle
The big bear of darkness lay
Crouched all night on leafy ground.
It glared through eyes of
Oil lamps of far away huts.
When dawn came, it slunk away.
07/Dec/12
Form: Personification in Form ‘Sedoka’( Syllables: 5-7-7, 5-7-7 )
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
Motif: Nature
For Mary Oliver Rotman
This morning one bird awoke first,
breaking the night with a spiral tongue -
I was not there.
Under the oak tree mud bloomed stars -
I was not there.
For a while the sky hung as a still blue prayer
I arrived late; was not there.
I was crouched over hoarded words;
yet those words did not happen,
and now will not appear.
It took a comment to play it openly
in my mind...
where do i stand in this?
I have a question to be answered with
realism i guess...
maybe my optimism is fighting
asking for the opportunity
to be life-like.
Quickly,
i hid
the cynic came looking for
my company
Crouched behind hope,
the cynic tapped...
i shudder
facing my unwanted friend...