The rush of wind c h u r n s sported leaves of fall,
charming the r u s t i c path so warm and cold.
A u t u m n a l gal whispers in brief e n t h r a l.
S e v e r i t y of chill is c r o u c h i n g bold.
Pumpkins don’t scream when scooped of seeds and fruit.
The hush of f l i t t i n g eyes, f l a m i n g with oils,
f r i g h t e n the dark, the b l a c k e s t cats recruit,
And bring to mind c h a r c o a l-c a l d r o n that boils.
I worry n o t of l a t e s h a d o w s of a g e.
Skulk-stares s h u d d e r when sight is lit with peace.
I iron n o t my w r i n k l y smile, my s a g e.
In Autumn’s a c e, serpent’s r e c o i l and c e a s e.
Ruby, amber, and b i t t e r s w e e t, the s h a p e s.
The gentlest c r u n c h and flung football e s c a p e s.
Categories:
skulk, age, autumn, halloween, tree,
Form: Sonnet
MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
Categories:
skulk, africa, anger, anxiety, courage,
Form: Didactic
The Summer sun of midnight
loves the Antarctic sky;
Her brilliant orange cloak
spreads out behind her
as she flies;
Beauty
solar
cosmic
bright -
It is all day - there is no night;
Though night would skulk around the edge,
swirling shadows
rippling clouds.
Pink banishes the smears of grey
as dawn prevails to herald Day.
Categories:
skulk, nature, sky,
Form: Rhyme
They came and went, they drank and ate
These chillers and killers and villains great
From a Halloween party that misbehaved
Not tricking or treating but sick and depraved
No bobbing for apples but slashing with knives
No life of the party but those who take lives
Freddy thought he'd show off a little shock and awe
But leatherface got him first with the chainsaw
After a couple drinks his accuracy not on par
Then Jason slipped and fell in his blood at the bar
Rising angrily looking for a weapon to acquire
Found the wrong end of a kitchen knife, classic Myers!
Jigsaw so loaded he truly was a puzzle
Kujo got loose and escaped his muzzle
That leprechaun was on a drunken skirt chase
While Chucky keeps calling the barbies dollface
Full of shenanigans that would turn your face red
No blushing for these devils as they're already dead
It's quite the hangover that lasts a calendar year
Yet every Halloween they're back to strike fear
One night a year where they all skulk around
Come November one they're back in the ground
Categories:
skulk, halloween, silly,
Form: Couplet
I feel her dressing in the darkness
Still some time to daylight
Anticipate her goodbye kiss
Before I slip into the night
Walk quietly through the wood
Until the village is way behind
Walking the route unthinking
As she still fills my mind
She gives me so much pleasure
So much pride and joy
She deserves much more
Than this callow boy
She really doesn’t know
And I don’t know why
I can’t tell her I love her
No matter how I try
She teaches me to love
With respect and care
Shows me always that
To love is to share
She dresses in the darkness
And I skulk around
To make sure
We are not found
I want her so much
To stay there in my life
I hate the man who makes
An unloved wife
I dread the day when
she tells me as I go
Goodbye is goodbye,
it will come I know
Blonde German girl who
Lets me share her bed
Just doesn’t know how my heart
Really wants to rule my head
Categories:
skulk, emotions, jealousy, romance, sad
Form: Rhyme
This is the last time I mention you
by name, the last time I
bother, so I'm asking you the last time
like yesterday or the day before and before that,
court me and wrap me in your blanket
like the pigeon on your roof that, poor thing,
shivered to death, victim of your negligence.
This is the last time I catch
your attention, last time I whisper in your ear
and knock on your steel heart, Stop
leaving me stranded on the highway, or
under the bridge, I swear this is the last time
I skulk under your skin looking for
you, lost in your swamp.
Categories:
skulk, absence,
Form: Free verse
This is an ode to the beautiful friendship.
which has been through all my hardship,
From my childhood till the kingship
we've have run this crazy relationship
He had eaten my all lunchboxes
we never laid for the other any fake hoaxes,
Together we crushed skulk of foxes,
we both never mentioned coaxes,
Our bromance is even older than silver jubilee,
Having memories both meaningful and pretty silly,
Went together to the highest peak, thunderous and chilly,
We both together are like a cart's wheelie.
Hope this bonding stays till very end,
our next generation has same blend,
Let our friendship be considered as a mold,
An example , in others' heart to behold.
Categories:
skulk, best friend, brother, friend,
Form: Rhyme
How lovely is this turtle! So peaceful!
His course is well designed by nature's whim
He crawls, like a green creeper, so blissful
He can walk and skulk and easily swim
His course is well designed by nature's whim
He's not sure of his life's next stride or stage
He can walk and skulk and easily swim
He seems calm, content like a saintly sage
He's not sure of his life's next stride or stage
He crawls, like a green creeper, so blissful
He seems calm, content like a saintly sage
How lovely is this turtle! So peaceful!
28 May 2021
#4
Pantoum Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Categories:
skulk, life, nature,
Form: Pantoum
enter the wood, end of the day
deep deep reverb, everywhere
eerie sound from between the trees
from bowels of earth, around the sky
then chilling stillness, flee or stay?
thump thump! disturb the very air
flurried dance, the following breeze
as yowls of mirth personify
monsters lurk and skulk, hide away
blink blink, acerbic scary stare
belly scales grow knobbly knees
fat jowls of girth, the fleshy eye
children scamper, fierce games they play
beat beat, why curb their merry dare ?
carefree clamber through ill-at-ease
with howls of worth they yelp and cry
fungi feast while dank leaves decay
sleep sleep superb in fairy lair
life poking head, no guarantees
where scowls give birth, when dreams do die
look up beyond where branches sway
squeak squeak perturb the glary glare
past hazy stars, the " Pleiades "
night ghouls of dearth by radar fly
Categories:
skulk, children, fantasy,
Form: Verse
My Daughter
Sneaky boys skulk in the night.
Begging favors in the form of flesh.
But, they are no match
For the God-awoken mother.
She wakes up running on her feet
Heading his way.
Categories:
skulk, abuse,
Form: Free verse
A lone wolf yowls lachrymose,
At a lowly weeping full moon,
A hyperborean chill blows,
To quake the trees snow-clad festoon.
Reverent icy waters stand still,
Solid as old placid cold stone,
And crystallize its surface frill,
Webbing fractures as cracking bone.
The moonlight shimmers lupine pelage,
Luminous white, silver, and grey,
Scintillating eyes peer a ledge,
To skulk the skirted night away.
A carmen matricale of night,
In some strange darkened equipoise,
Vapored vacuous of breath and bite,
Winter bares its fanged alveolus.
The ethereal moon looked on,
With frigid distant nocturn eyes,
When soon bedims her view by dawn,
The wolf muffles in subdued cries.
Snow blankets the barren land white,
A place time seems to have forgot,
Away with the sounds of the night,
And the melancholy it brought.
Categories:
skulk, animal, howl, image, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Emerging from dappled shadows dim
Panther skulk speaks compassion's incessance
Gentlest ally protects all Creator's kin
Hunter's bulk subdued by sweet breath essence
Hot wafting exhale compels creatures
Fragrance soothes universal firm friendships
Mottle spot camouflage flank features
Manuscript of many talents shared intensive
Granted allegiance nurtures frightened
Hundred eyed hide has stealth of God on Earth
In Panther's presence, fears quietened
Caterwaul roar at tomb mouth reclaims His turf
5th October 2020
Written for Contest : Panther, Legendary Creature
Sponsor : Julia Ward
Categories:
skulk, bible, blessing, caregiving, cat,
Form: Rhyme
I hear cheering chimes pealing far,
Beyond travails' veneers which blur
Tomorrow's rainbow scenes' glare;
Robing in glooms fine seasons fair.
Which wise to thank knows not I
As gold-dew greets from the sky,
Ushering in fresh starts on slates
Of pristine lot after fiercest fates.
Ahead still skulk facades dull,
Portending night's faking pains;
Posing askew out of envies null,
Shrouding rays on morn's plains.
Yet what eyes of flesh mayn't espy,
See ones within of crystalline light;
Untwisting stars cast in dims to die;
Shaming jets that soot ivories white.
And whilst at last loom shiny sights
Of respite hour's rarest viands' bites,
I'll hugest vollies of unmetered joys
Lilt past all ears and cherubs' voice.
Categories:
skulk, allegory, allusion, change, christian,
Form: Rhyme
My brook has grown
into an ocean.
Pearl-spot fish
have disappeared.
Instead,
sharks skulk around.
They see
my pocket,
not my heart.
They’re
democratically undemocratic.
Poetry is inedible.
Profit is
the sole default
in their thought-mechanism.
Shark morphing
petrifies me.
I wake up
from the dreamy life,
losing my serenity
in their serrated presence.
I turn
a tiny sardine,
ready to be swallowed.
First published in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
skulk, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
It began when I was a young girl, oh I did not scavenge,
in the mud or float in the river but I was known to collect;
rocks and shells by the shores of lakes and rivers, and ocean,
but, one of my favorite things to do was to go on a scavenge,
hunt in the woods, I was like any good Mudlark seeking a treasure;
I called this an adventure. "Where are you going?" mother asked,
"on an adventure !" Was my reply . . .
Now, I am grown but I am still gathering things, I love to skulk,
and prowl second hand book stores and all the junk stores;
and I am not opposed to getting on my hands and knees to explore,
a hidden tattered box, and finding a treasure within making my day;
and once I bring these things home- like an old book, vintage jewelry,
or dish of some sort that becomes my treasured possession . . .
My motto is "just because something is old it still has value"
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April 5, 2020
Poetry/Narrative/Scavenging for Treasure
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1241-647-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Categories:
skulk, nostalgia,
Form: Narrative
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