Short Rattlesnakes Poems
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Backwater junction in a backwoods town
Rusty and creepier than a carnival clown
Timber rattlesnakes hide their slanted eyes
No one visits this woodpile, no big surprise
Humans are like rattlesnakes,
Mislead with their ability to buzz.
Hide in brown texture and heat,
Camouflage through their face.—
A two sided tongue, talked out,
Only and only venom is out.
God had completely detailed,
Not with monkeys but with snakes.
This is
My home
Evergreen trees
Stinging honeybees
County fairs
And summer air
The history around
Is quite renowned
This is
My home
In this state
There are rattlesnakes
And deep blue lakes
Open praries
Farms for dairy
Mountains high
And winters dry
In this place
I live
Form:
We are the rattlesnakes
The mighty mighty rattlesnakes
We bite you if you make mistakes
We are the mighty mighty rattlesnakes
We slither out of timbers, out of closets and worse
We refuse to pay a king taxes from our wallet or our purse.
We will give you nightmares. You will flinch from our bite.
We are the rattlesnakes, primed and ready for a fight.
Puppies kitties hamsters birds and bunnies
All give us a reason to celebrate
all animals are all such sweet honeys
happiness and joy is what pets radiate
Their gigantic melancholy eyes
this makes animals so hard to resist
they are so cute that you just want to cry
but as good owner you have to insist
we all want pets no matter what it takes
whether it be birds cats or rattlesnakes
on a desert mountaintop
coyotes howl at the moon
rattlesnakes slither under rocks
looking for warmth when the night cools
scorpions saunter aimlessly
looking for prey to sink a sting
mountain lions search for their next meal
on the turf where they are king
every cactus, every living plant
has brambles that cut when touched
all of these dangers, and many more
live on God's mountaintop
Now here’s a tale spun with rattlesnakes
Stung into the eyes of motherless guilt
Now turn the head! Open the mouth!
For all to see, and so, too, that more shall fit!
The tainted vapors from our brew!
Breathe them, breathe them in!
And live like the hellhounds in our minds!
And then
In the morning you shall wake
Returned, confused and dull
With nothing but a final sharp memory,
Like the wavering buoy in a black sea,
Of the world bubbling and spilling from below.