Short Scuttled Poems
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TYPHOON FROM RANGOON
A lazy typhoon from Rangoon
Ravaged the seas in a balloon
He scuttled a ship
But let the cord slip
And had to relieve himself on the moon
When I pulled open the bag laden with captives
Their eyes breathed a great sigh of relief
Pouring out of the bag like a plague
They scuttled off towards the freedom trail
And wove silken webs to capture their enslavers
Well, wouldn’t you?
Suddenly it jumped from my head
Then from my shoulder to the floor
Without so much as a goodbye
It quickly scuttled out the door!
There it goes now, down the street
Well, you can't beat that with a stick
That was my determination
So now I have to call in sick!
Sundown came fast,
the fat Blue Heeler
lolling under the low picket fence
suddenly jerked his head up
as if someone had turned the lights out.
A startled Magpie scuttled over the hedgerow
maybe thinking it would be lighter on this side,
it wasn't,
eventually we all went to bed,
but the dog was dead by morning.
What if the sea stopped moving,
lay as still as setting concrete?
And all around the gulls
scolded a lament
as seals flapped aimlessly,
trying to raise a swell.
With cormorants stranded on a rock
as poised as a question mark,
while crabs scuttled everyway
as if dancing on hot plates,
becoming the uncovered prey
of seabirds and small boys.
She wiggled and jiggled and giggled in bed
It fiddled and faddled and rattled her head
But she wiggled so much that she fell to the floor
And wiggled and jiggled and giggled some more
He muddled befuddled and scuttled around
Till he bumbled and stumbled and fell to the ground
Still he muddled befuddled just like before
And scuttled befuddled through his front door
Queen bee had twin girls, one and two.
Who would succeed her? Who would do?
Other bees made suggestions, but they were silly.
Don’t be ignorant queenie said. Her name was Milly.
Maybe one could join another hive, one suggested.
Milly gave him a look that should have had her arrested.
But she is queen bee, and this is her right.
The bee scuttled off to another hive that very night.
The wind is whistling a tune today;
I heard it whisper only yesterday;
A week ago, how it did roar;
As passed a storm of epic lore;
Sometimes the wind just whimpers;
As it scatters the leaves asunder;
Often, I’ve detected a mere squeak;
As it moves about mild and meek;
Gusts are wind at its finest;
They blow upon us as if to test,
If our lives are set on solid ground;
So, we shan’t be scuttled all around.
I went up river in a canoe.
I had no paddles. I was all thumbs.
I scuttled her in the foothills;
the valley air chokes me.
I tried to drown but was too
resilient. I foraged for food.
I made water from jumble ice
in my seasoned stygian skillet.
I tried to sleep through it all
but became resistive to the valerian
root. I’m no Rip Van Winkle.
I’ve lived this way for 1,080 days. . .
I live this way still. . .
Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair?
Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air
that your soul sought its shell like a crab on a beach,
then scuttled inside to be safe, out of reach?
Might I lift you tonight from earth’s wreckage and damage
on these waves gently rising to pay the moon homage?
Or better, perhaps, let me say that I, too,
have dreamed of infinity . . . windswept and blue.
“Bound by banks of time, a zillion years had passed before you and a zillion years yet to come; but in this timeline, we never met a GOD as he is a cup of delusion and so don’t fear the sacrilege, if you decide not to drink from that cup since bustle of civilization thrived without him and will continue.” After the speech I silently retired to my room and bowed.
scuttled the true faith
and celestial opulence -
I beg Your mercy.
She came aboard my sinking ship
a death blow to the bow,
attempts to bail and keep afloat
this mariners tattered sails.
Plot a new course and navigate
in storms and angry seas,
this vessel lists in the swells
life plundered by piracy.
Now this new maidens charge
is to steer starboard side,
for a new sheltered port
with rising tides.
This once scuttled ship
ill winds cast adrift,
is now tacking leeward
this sailors gift!
The sandy beach and the ocean
obviously do not understand each other.
Each wave falls upon the shore,
as if it had never met that shore before.
The sand attempts to flow away,
yet scuttled crab legs
and the weight of empty shells
slows it to a shackled crawl.
Eventually,
the unstable edge of that feathering lip
tumbles into the sea.
Then the salty, always thirsty water,
turns away to flow more swiftly
through the open gills and mouths
of the unanchored
and free.
her joints,
creaking plank wood,
nails,
shellacked, splintered,
dark
long
hair,
sargasso sickly sweetened
blue crab scuttled,
lips both
brown foam'd,
in
tidal moaning,
her boardwalk secrets
fallen,
on
her beach head,
sand dollars,
insteps
ebb,
sand bars exposed,
while
gulls cry
for clamshells
neap'd,
my bucket
never full,
those swelling
littorals,
leave me
only salt streak'd
in
cold
board shorts,
and
rough glass
foot cuts,
rip current-ed,
again.