Short Sneakily Poems
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pulling me gently
into a quagmire
not in a quicksand way
but slowly
methodically
sneakily
steadily
until I disappear
into wet cement
forgetting
I ever
was
Over there where the sun don’t shine
The ghosts and the spirits dwell quite fine
They plan sneakily
Then laugh gleefully
When they jump and you run like a swine.
I am a timber rattlesnake
my venom is highly dangerous
I can damage your nervous system
sneakily waiting to strike you with my tongue
lying under a stack of logs as quiet as I can be
Stimulus excreted
Sinuously invades
Subconsciously corrupts
Suggestive images
Seeded, sneakily sown
Sacrificial victim
Satiability owns
Pleiades S Contest
Date 4/21/21
Under my breath I cuss and mutter
As I step on lego clutter
They sneakily stick inside my feet
All the pain I can't delete
They're like ninjas in the night
And I can't win this ouchie fight
sunny, steaming, sultry
summer saunters so sneakily
smells of steaks simmer
July 12, 2020
10:10am PST
The shy, feral cat creeps in close to the ground,
Stealthily, silently, is not a sound.
We don't even notice her gold and brown.
Sneakily, makes a nest above high ground.
When husband sees, he makes a sound.
Was eight years ago, and she's still around.
The cat on his mat
Caught sight of a rat,
Sneakily stealing his food.
Which was a disgrace;
He ought to give chase.
But he wasn’t in the mood.
They started to chat,
The cat and the rat
And very soon became friends.
So that’s how they stay
To this very day.
And that’s how the story ends.
Aggressively protect freedom,
let not your hand be staid,
the powers are always searching,
That has been evil’s way,
they waits for you to relax a bit,
then, far from light of day,
will sneakily take everything,
It’s “progress,” they will say.
Better to fight, risk it all,
then live on as their prey,
aggressively protect freedom,
or tyranny holds sway.
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I save memories of four boys, ~~not three,
They got out two toys, gameboy that would be,
My they have grown, they are aged differently,
Day not as smooth, as I make it, ~~you see,
Why did the older two, ~~play sneakily,
Made the brothers to be angry, ~~like me,
"Share the gameboy", I said commandedly,
"Here, the toy, lest dad turn off the T.V.!"
Date: 05/30/2019
It doesn’t matter these days,
if I don’t check the door's shut
when I bring out the trash,
or gossip with the neighbor.
If I don’t come home for
days on end, it's no big deal.
It happens so easily, already:
this learned nonchalance
that breaks my heart anew.
Slipping in so sneakily,
without warning or regret,
in the empty space
where you once were.
Green granny faerie ends up on the Subway express
Every St Patrick’s day and her hair is a mess.
She tells tales about witches, goblins and such.
No one can shush her, her cheeks are all flush.
She is excited like a little girl, she has a happy face.
The subway riders know her and treat her with grace.
Magical green granny faerie, who appears once a year.
Disappears as sneakily and quickly as she doth appear.
Slowly so sneakily you crept into my life
Destroying everything in your path
You simply don’t care do you?
Leaving your slime everywhere
Eradicating everything you touch
Moving on to your next innocent victim
You revolt me and I detest the sight of you
I heaved when I saw you today
Well I’ve got news for you
I know your little game and ITS OVER
I’ve put the pellets down and you are trapped
Goodbye slug forever
Jan Allison
4th September 2014
Pru was trying to keep the purple and yellow caterpillar safe.
But he refused to be socialized, kept running off.
So Pru put him back into the grass and tried to socialize a snake.
He sneakily slithered off, giving out a small cough.
Pru was irritated now. For she wanted to boss something.
She finally found a mama’s boy to train and shape up.
He thought she was wonderful and took orders like a hero.
She and mama are both bossy; hard to say who wins the cup.
Why grieve over death
It sheds what is not yours.
Water, air, earth, fire and space.
To let real you – the soul
Exercise its real power.
Why fear death
It liberates you
Without being asked to
From fleshy prison.
Why not love death
It disrobe you of constraints
Put sneakily by crazily loved body.
Cherish it hence.
For death is freedom
The real lover
Lends who the wing
To the stranded soul
To fly beyond zenith
To hug the ocean
It dropped wherefrom.