Short Rattler Poems
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Rondezvous with death
You hear the rattle warning
Move back so slowly
One strike, no getting away-
Snake chose to be nice today.
A. Green
a baby hit a rattler with its rattle
the rattler was startled so it rattled
the babe loaded a diaper
and perfumed the pit viper
that's how a babe beat a snake in battle
from rising to setting
she saw sunshine
shooting above
the horizon
exploding
over pregnant
skies
sunset saw son
shot in back—black
stopped on morning
side drive
baby rattler
found in hand
After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
Unwoven...
Little midnight bunny
Hid in deepest umbra
Cunning coyotes prowl
A spotted owl searches
Wherever can you go?
A rattler reached your hole
A wily weasel roams
Inky shadows shrinking
As the moon is rising
Wherever can you go?
A striped skunk skulks your way
Hunker down, let him stay
a rattler flicking its
split tongue...gathering
chemical messengers~ Prairie Dog
without a prayer
vulture, periscope downward
navigates a granulate sea,
follows the wavering flow of tracks~
just over a grilling crest his meal
falls, pauses and pauses and pauses
he waits a bit longer on the sun, dinner
sun-baked and organic
There was a fancy snake from Paris, France
Who had a thing for lacy underpants
He tried to put some on
But they only slid down
They were designed for cute, pink elephants
There once was a rattler from Nairobi
Who found himself in Arizona's Gobi
When he saw a rocket ship
He thought he'd take a long trip
Aboard spacecraft "Obi wan-Kenobi"
My wife Lomet fell in love with a comet
Hugged the Tuttle and fastened him to grommet
Tuttle was tattler
Snaky and rattler
Lashed his tail in parabolic trail--kismet
my wife lomet/limerick/copyright (c) rajat kanti chakrabarty 21 november 2014
Hot tamales door to door
Knocking on doors along the sun baked street
Ten inch sub rotting on the dusty ground
Souls breaking under my feet
In pile of money the politician rolls
Malnourished beg for more
Poaching saints from grassy knolls
Black ants devour the ranch covered sub they’ve found
Sewer gasses emerging from fractured concrete
From the skull of a timber rattler crawls a paraplegic spider
Corn tortillas rolled on the bathroom floor
The grass toad wanted to slither like the snake
He asked him for lessons, as his tail did shake
I can teach you, the rattler replied, but it might be hard for you.
To truly slither it helps to have scales, like the boog-a-loo.
What is the boog-a-loo? The grass toad asked aloud.
He had a vocabulary of which he had always been proud.
Boog-a-loo is what I do to distract you toads, the snake said.
So saying, he stung him senseless in his inquisitive head.
SNAKES IN RURAL PENNSYLVANIA
The snakes in his head
were timber rattlers, easily
agitated, disinclined to fight,
their rattling a warning to all
before slipping away silently from
conflict or harm
Unfortunately for the fortunate son
his bride to be was a young copperhead,
golden brown and beautiful on the
dark forest floor among the stones and
wet soil of a Blue Mountain summer,
and unlike the rattler she was silent
and aggressive, looking for a fight!
Tattoo arms,felony charges.
He found a woman after prison who also had a
nine year old child.
Spaz mother
tongue choker
saber rattler
thrill shooter.
she fell in love with a desert and was
thirsty forever.
he kissed her passionately in between
her screams and yells.
another brand of savagery flushing into
armed chivalry.
a cryptic bridge stood over her blood.
hunger floats the love abuse can only give.
welcome to the home
of the reliable witness.