Short Slunk Poems

Drunk, in a funk, a lowly punk, I shrunk from a skunk.  It stunk. Away I slunk.  I too stunk, I thunk.  I took a dunk and sunk.
A chunk or hunk of B.S. or bunk?  Please debunk....

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I felt the ghost of your kiss
along my cheek,
behind you I heard
coins drop, counted;
one to thirty.
My eyes widened
as you slunk the knife
into my back.
Your kiss bit into my lips,
a taste of betrayal....

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Mick and Paddy got steaming drunk
And off to the toilet they slunk
Poor Paddy was sick
So was his friend Mick
‘Bejeezus’ the bathroom it stunk!

Not for contest - Happy St Patrick's Day folks

03~17~17...

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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....

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Jazz was born beneath a heap of rubble,
An abandoned stray, her life was a poem
The more she shivered, slunk and tried to hide
The more she appealed to my rescuing side.
It took lots of convincing to bring her home.
She was certainly worth all of the trouble....

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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...

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I sank into the depths of marbled 
Frustration.
Canonized in furrowed gasps,
I claimed my own footsteps were thieves.
We all skulk slunk-shouldered to the same sorrowful shore.
Though it ain’t all that bad.
Look through the lightened leaves
The maple glow will warm your 
Foiled, flagrant, tired eyes.
If you are not your own era,
Bring your illusions to the foreground and
Castrate your deadened pride....

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Give the dog a bone

So I slunk back into my safety hole
Realising I’d teased the blackdog too much
Complacency I told myself

Brave until the bark bit
Tearing into old wounds
Foolish I told myself

You cant teach an old dog new tricks
Just control it with old ones
Safety I told myself

Give the dog a bone
A new one to gnaw on
Subtle changes i told myself

In time the blackdog will trust
Tamed, it will let in the light
Don’t give up I told myself...

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Birds, up in the trees,
Chirping selves to please,
Flitting under eaves
Of the old gray house,

Cheer of you's like light
All a sudden bright.
Hearing gathers might
At Joy's carouse.

What does Winter say,
Snows now slunk away,
Sadness in dismay
At your quick hope?

Naught, for he was wrong
Stilling so your song,
Sitting icey long
Like an old grey pope.

Glad, be glad again!
Paint, be spread again!
Wrap the souls of men
Round the old gay house!...

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Chilled paws on the ground,

Ears held upright to the wind,

The he-wolf on her right flank,

He is good support,

The one who runs with her now,

She didn't want him at first,

This has proven him,

She tried to chase him away,

But he slunk right after her,

She has grown fonder,

He is welcomed company,

A warm flank to lay beside, 

Feeling his warm breath,

The security and peace,

Hearing his paws beside hers,

Chilled paws on the ground....

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That Kind of Day


The cat just hissed and slunk away
the dog low growled and hid,
squirrels sat teary eyed in tails,
sparrows still on ‘lectric rails.
Oil skin clouds sailing past
billowing dark pirates bones
sun, as hostage, tied to mast
moon in slivered shiver tones.
Cold steel shrapnel’s stinging touch
reddened cheeks unwanted blush.
The cat just hissed and slunk away,
it was just that kind of day.

for SKAT A Any Old Poem Will Do #3 contest
John G. Lawless
2009...

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