Snaked Poems | Examples

Seeing Earth as it was

An ask of mine needs urgent sating
I don’t mean to blashpeme or be rude
But when God was done and dusted creating
And he looked and saw that “it was good”
What was he looking at?

Were his eyes glued to the Andes
As the little mountains popped up like warts
Or was it trained on the Ganges
As it snaked its way through the flats
Did his breath flutter at the Siberian mirror
(I know, I know he doesn’t need the air)
Did he find the aye-aye queerer
Than the way we all find it here
Maybe it was the American cays
Strung on like beads of gems and pearls
Or the Himalayas defiant in the breeze
That whipped itself in maelstrom swirls

Or was it the terrestrial layout
Brown meat between white bread
And vegetables, like a chef’s takeout
Hamburger with the perfect spread
Was it just one point, or was it the other
Or volcanic glory, of Etna and Kea
Please, anyone, come help out a brother
I mean look at the Andaman Sea
One secret wish; to truly see
And understand just as he could
What he saw, that unbridled natural beauty
And cry out too “Damn! It is good!”

Blue cheese and old pickles

I shudder while peering at sepia photographs,
showing visits to my maiden Aunt Hilda’s house.
Even though I was very young
it was clear she didn’t tolerate children.
I was to be ‘Seen and not heard.’
Pa said I wasn’t to utter a word.
I loathed being pushed and forced to kiss her.
Aunt's wrinkled leathery skin looked like
she’d been pickled in vinegar.  
 
As she waddled around with a damp duster,
wiping at my finger marks that only she could see,
the wooden floorboards creaked like old bones
for she was grossly overweight.
Her buxom breasts smelled awful
and emitted a musty, moldy, cheesy smell.
Stretchy tan tights were never able to camouflage
the vivid blue bulging varicose veins
which snaked from her calves to her fat ankles.

The old sour puss passed away when I was six
Now, as I reminisce, I will no longer remain silent!

The she between ets

She scissored his skin between her teeth
His moan increasing as she increased the pressure
His fingers snaked her back
A shiver of want parkouring itself up her spine
His fingers entwined in the curls of her hair
He pulled her from his shoulder
desperate to taste her lips
His lunge thwarted by the turn of her cheek
Her eyes beamed with cheek
As she forced him deeper
Stopping as fast as she began
Kiss me he begged
Clasping his chest hair she pulled him towards her
There kiss uneven and sloppy
but filled with passions ache
She pushed him back onto the bed
The mattress accepting his shape easily
The soft temperance of moving together to the same end

Pay Attention

4/24/24


How weird it is
All around the planet are pyramids
Yet we don't understand it fully, this makes me curious
The reason for their construction must've been serious
It makes me a bit furious 
That I can't figure it out and nearly go delirious

Much of it I've questioned
Not to mention
The concept of dimensions
As well as prior civilizations with more advanced inventions
It's all beyond my own personal comprehension
It brings me some tension
No matter how much I pay attention
I still can't make the connection

In all totality
When you look beyond reality
You may lose some sanity
With the change in mentality

Snaked tongued people that are wicked
Hard to trust what they've depicted
Difficult to say what has existed
Then you got all these cryptids
All over the globe, pictures printed and writings listed
Was there ever such a thing as witches
Or is it all fiction
Like making wishes
Too many burnt bridges
Too many coverups involved with riches
Too many hearts colder than a fridge is

When sorry shut you up

When your Hand came by, felt like lingering tie...
,,Sigh", knew it would die high in the sky.
Cause even the love you had for the body (my) you made, 
was betrayed into hate, left me moody into flade, felt disgusting every 30 hours I awaked.
But though that, the sorry I snaked, filled with shade I hoped briefly when you explore, you won't talk backs and think like attacks, but still think good of me, cause i would never be like she.

falling

My last Thursday class is over - my class-week is over.

Looking back at the science building we’d just left,
the hallway looked dark, like the throat of an animal,
the people snaked out like a tongue, the archway
seemed like a mouth - I shivered and looked away.

Lisa laughed, and my senses returned to reality.

The clouds on high, hung like fresh linens on a line
being dried by the sun in its Egyptian-blue heaven.

The air smelled rich, clean and ionized and ever
the inventive stylist, it periodically rearranged my hair.

Leaves rustled, sounding like a buzz of conversation,
as they rushed from place to place, as if late to class.

The breeze was working hard, in jerky flourishes,
like the strokes of an indecisive artist.

The afternoon seemed as bright and brash as a shout    
as if it wanted, no demanded, our emotional attention
and I gave it, smilingly, ready for the weekend.

The Signs That They All Ignored

Nobody cared.
You could tell from the cracked and broken windows.
You could tell from the maggots and moths in the kitchen cabinets.
You could tell from the nails scattered across the dirt-caked floor, waiting patiently to be stepped on. 
Nobody cared. 
You could tell from the way their way shattered brown and green glass bottles littered the floor and the way the doors creaked every time they were opened. 
You could tell from the way all the rooms smelled of rot and how poisonous ivy snaked its way up all the windows. 
You could tell from the sounds of yelling that echoed through the house day and night.
Nobody cared.
You could tell from the tear-stained pillows on the ripped and tattered, sheetless mattress in that pale yellow, tiny room.  
You could tell from the spider webs in every corner.
You could tell from the scent of alcohol on her breath and the slurred curses she yelled at the children sleeping in their beds.
Nobody cared!
You could tell because you were told. 
It was right in front of you the whole time.
You saw, you heard, you smelled, and you touched.
You knew, yet still, you did nothing. 
You cared just as much as they did; 
Not at all.

Wyre

Going home 
across the Shard bridge
spanning a rattle-snaked river 
that bites into the Irish sea
cold-bloodedly pumping
into Fleetwood's gaping fish-mouth. 

Here birthmarks 
are branded with icons
like beach lighthouse at Rossall Point
as Northwesterly winds 
whistle across the dinosaur ribbed sands. 

Yet towers still sentinel 
over the dark valley 
riveted in iron, rusted russet
like warships wrought from steel,

but aspire
like a winged-spirit
above backstreet's cobbled lanes
that echo with drunken frenzy.

The river's stenched breath
perfumes the breeze with sewage leaks
as passing tankers head north
and farm slurry seeps into pure veins. 

Distantly, 
Alveley's coalfields fade 
whose ashen sides once licked 
red ulcers with embered tongues. 
Their slag banks were stacked 
near St Michael's 
whose hidden eddies still swollow
many a beautifully troubled mind.

Now the future skies 
spread star-spangled
glowing with fractured light
sparks that guide strangers 
embracing Morecambe bay's wide  
open seas

Lets Unite the World

“Let’s unite the world! “ The exuberant pretty teenager yelled.
She was shaking a yellow sign in the street. She had torn jeans.
A plethora of tattoos snaked up her arm, and her bellybutton showed.
I agree! I screamed, honking and shaking my fist.
She gave me the finger. I wondered how that united us.

“Let’s unite the world! “ The check- out lady at the grocery said.
I agree! I said with full head on enthusiasm. Shall we start with us?
She glared at me with pineapple points and said “I was talking to her”
Oh. They lady behind me.
I kept quiet after that.

“Let’s unite the world!” the mama said to her drag-queen daughter.
Her daughter laughed until she thought she would fall off the couch.
We cannot even agree backstage after a show who goes first.
Goes on stage first?
No. Who gets to leave first; no one wants to clean.

“Let’s unite the world!” the five-year-old suggested to his mama.
What a smart child she thought. He really is onto something.
Then she turned on her TV set which taught her to hate liberals.
She did not know what they were, but now she hated them.
I know because she is related to me and I am a liberal's liberal.

The Revenge of the Witch

They killed her lover.  She just could not forget.

The raven circled thrice around the old oak,
But settle silently on her wide shoulders.
Dark was the raven, dark the woman’s dress
Dark the environment, all dark except for
The glowing sanguine hair that fluttered in the breeze.

She stood tall in front of the old sparsely lit castle.
No eerie sound echoed in the dark corridors,
No black candles lit any of the bleak rooms.
Only ravens cawed huskily as they flew 
Around the tall turrets or rested on ugly gargoyles.

The dark woman moved towards the main door.
Her eyes glowed in a flaming carmine power.
She looked up towards the ugly low clouds.
Power exuded from her and the storm began.
Electricity snaked down and hit the upper balustrades.
Hellish fire sprang up and soon the castle was in ruins.
Revenge completed, she turned and walked silently away.

One day they’ll burn her at a stake.  She shrugged.
She was not afraid of death. The crow cawed hoarsely.

Last Train To Auschwitz

Train ride, in a windowless freight wagon, 
rocked back and forth,  with the clatter 
and vibration as it snaked on the rail score. 

Packed shoulder to shoulder,  
overpowered by their own stench. 

Separated from their families, 
unfed, with only snow to eat, 
cold, with only the bodies
next to them for warmth, 
as the train traveled for days. 

Resettlement to the East 
It was not fully understood, why?


4/22/2021

Kiss Me Twice

Kiss me twice


I saw you rocking on a Saturday night.
I fell in love with a beauty wrapped inside a light,
That snaked its way over your body.
Scream aloud.  I need to love somebody,
So I can appear in front of your eyes.
Devil dancing, under multi-coloured lights, at night.


Raise my soul up to newer heights and let me get lost inside,
Of the sound of your heart as it eternally sighs.
I love you in this moment in time.
Fire heart needs a soulful cry of delight
And a kiss that remains electrified,
As I move my fingers down your spine,
Pressing all the right digits in all the right places.
Forget all of the other faces.
We are alone in this moment in time.
Kiss me twice in case it doesn’t immediately hit you right.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Now Showing At The Albany

The line of people out the door.
The queue that snaked around the floor.
The building's sleek art deco style.
The carpets' faded plush red pile.

The "Coming Soon" in convex frames.
The "Showing Now" and big star names.
The James Bond pose in poster shots.
The tickets from the kiosk slots.

The heavy doors that often creaked.
The seats on springs that always squeaked.
The fan shaped lights along the side.
The screen that stretched up high and wide.

The smoke that swirled inside the beam.
The shapes and sounds of Pearl And Dean.
The adverts that had overrun.
The trailers for the films to come.

The feature that would come on first.
The sudden pangs of extreme thirst.
The usherette's cool ice cream stint.
The fancy names like Midnight Mint.

The expectations in the place.
The action of the opening chase.
The talking scenes that went nowhere.
The plastic cup beneath my chair. 

The glance at watches in poor light.
The stunts and guns and final fight.
The seats that sprung as credits rolled.
The exit doors and night time cold.

Gorgons - Short

Snaked haired sister, men bones
Flesh, and skin, turned to stones.

Meg and the Sun

Daybreak dangled in foggy strips.
Mizzle had mugged the day,
grey-flecked cuckoo spit
smuggled summer under hoary roots.

Bill formed an Indian gang
to snatch the light back.
Later, parting the scalp of a hedge
we saw the sun
tangled in an old hawthorn.

Meg, (Bill’s sister),
wanted to shin-up and dislodge it.
There was a chance
we would see her knickers
so we gave her a leg-up.
Her skinny limbs
snaked through the spiky twigs.
Half-way to the top
the sun cut loose, drifting
beyond her reach.

Meg whooped and almost fell.
We boys grinned as her bare legs
slide down onto our shoulders.

Bill looked at us
as if we were all crazy.

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