Snuffling Poems | Examples

Dark Signs

Feral hogs attack the land.
They want my neighbors bones.
She is chicken thin,
her neck creaks in the wind.

She does not see the danger;
a gentle great grandmother
of childish dreams.

I fear she will not last the winter.
I eat pork
kill the snuffling trotters
if they draw near.

Cats come to me at night,
dark scouts, warning
of sleepless tusks and snouts.

I also dream, scheme, and plan,
paint red letters on the barn door 
of what I see now and saw.

Black cats carry the words
into the woods.

Evening Watch

Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.

Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.

Fever

Transports of hereafter
pass one leaf to unclasped heaps.

Flirty winds rearrange the hedgerow plumage,
wisp in gentle whispers.
Chipping sparrows play hid and seek 
with a watery sunlight.

Business is flourishing for the snuffling groundhog.
It’s the narrow part of the day,
a shoaling light ripples where squirrels dart.

A Blue Jay raps his usual rib-digging oldie.
Felicity flutters the loose and drifting:
the soft green carousels of evening,
the pirouette and circumvolve promenading.
Leaf bundles are ransacked by delving voles
but gently.

Seeing all this
I paint the hedgerow again with this eventide wash,
watch it all spun into dusk
from these owl bright eyes.

Whispers of a Moonbeam

Sentinel, through cloud cover, as a lover discovering each other, 
the moonbeam cuts the stillness of the secret night. 
Illuminating nightjars in flight and denizens 
of the dark embarking on their nocturnal ramblings. 
Shambling, snuffling and shuffling 
through fern and field and briars unyielding 
thorny embrace, they race the dawn, 
whilst the sleeping fawn dreams of sweet meadow grass. 
Alas, the beams light is transient and ambient blackness is restored, 
as dark, rolling clouds once more enshroud woodland, 
moor and rocky tor until, once more, 
the clouds are rent and another beam is sent. 
Stabbing, grabbing the dark in stark illumination and yet, 
it softly settles on bog cotton and nettles as a whisper to an ear, 
translucent and clear, endearing itself to artists and lovers, 
poets and others and mothers night feeding their young.

Isolation :: Dreamscape

Alone lone
Suffering snuffling
Social isolation
~x~

Abuse leads to blues
Purity doubts come from Infidelity
Emotional isolation occurs with mistrust.
~x~

Yonder

Yonder there, where twig figures bend
and blink out as a sea-swell slugs the beach,
there the netted thrash, then hauled, toggled and pinched
yet more, into a gill-snagging catch.

Far away a village rests, submerged
beneath a mossy night, yet some prowl out
seeking ways to scrub a bare-knuckled living,
some to find a new prayer in the restless surf.

There a woman in denim is digging for clams,
I trudge upon a leaky flow to edge near,
to see her blue buckets mouth, its salty slosh,
to tell her I laud her rooting stick, the prod and scoop
of her delving hands.

Here by the spume, a spotty dog runs and scuffs tidal pools, 
it scampers between weedy humps, a tangle of sea-scupper;
nose snuffling a tangy furrow in the sandy smaze.

Now the dawn sky breaks apart above and below,
let’s slip a far-off world as yet unmade.
Near or far seem only a fingerprint of wind and light,
a painted wave for distant viewing – 
always a yonder truth
on the margins of nil and naught.

A Question

A dog
wanders down the road
sniffing
snuffling
head raised
suddenly
alert
to protect
	
    why

*    *    *

A wall
built ten feet high
stone upon stone
brick upon brick
hides the outside

    why

*    *    *

A crack
in the wall
craggy
splintery
light shines thru

    why



Collection: Attaining Peace, Experimental
Written: December 2019

Autumn

Shorn from arbor crowns by sharp northern breeze
Aging maple leaves curl like rumpled rugs,
Falling as stars amidst disrobing trees
Shivering in the face of hoar frost hugs.

A wee mouse sniffs wind which wakens his needs.
Snuffling with fury, tossing leaves about
To find nuts and seeds among grass and weeds
He scratches and scurries with whiskered snout. 

His tit-mouse neighbor hurries to his spouse
Twittering that it’s time to fetch some seeds;
Together they gather and chase off grouse
To hide in the grass of murky marsh meads.

Furry gray mouse and tan titmice agree
To stay winter’s course in tunnel or tree.

10/29/2019
Contest: New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

A Time To Sleep

Fall
                                                  Autumn
                                             Leaves of gold
                                           Squirrels squirrel
                                          their larders to fill
                                   with nuts acorns fruits seeds
                                   Hedgehogs start to hibernate
                                 snuffling cosy place for to sleep
                         whilst Nature dreams of her Spring Parade
                           



Written 25th August 2019

Contest Name	Autumn or September or October Nonet
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger 

Syllables Per Line:	1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Total # Syllables:	45

Love On the Farm

Mucking out and milking we are curds in the churn.
Our house is a blooming belly brimful and snuffling,
feet planted in the green rubber of muddy dawns.

A fox rapturously cherished a hen last night;
brown feathers speckled red fly now on the wind.
The patchy cat watches; it knows that we share
a dream guzzling tractor, with its rhythmus purr.

The tangy beasts are fed, the turkey and goose fatted.
Our meat squeals in the marketplace and struts to auction.
What is not eaten, wallows.
We live thigh deep, grub and plow;
partake in the love of it.

Aurora

Over the hills I unroll my light blanket
Warming the earth
Reviving,refreshing and resurrecting
The sleeping colours
Where a solitary rabbit sits snuffling and still
Drinking in the sparkling rays of the sun
My palette painting his world
Bright,brisk and botanical

This is my destiny,this is my fate
To burnish,to beautify and to bless
What otherwise would lie dank,dull and dead

Out of sight but in my mind's eye
My one mistake sits whimpering
Gibbering mindlessly
Cursed with immortality
Doomed to shrivel endlessly
Making my memories 
Of Tithonus,my lost love,
Cruel.

At the Gates

Knocking into a golden gate
A familiar face approaches
Staring and observing my fate
And it's tough for me to process

They let me in past the doorway
A thinness in the air embrace
The vision seems a bit starry
Wandering in this solemn place

Walking past in the grandeur hall
A hand guides me through a stoa
Marching with my hand on the wall
Snuffling scent of lush aroma

Reaching the end of the journey
A man queries with supple voice
Asking if I am that worthy
I responded yes with rejoice

With the increasing shriek of rooks
He patted me and confided 
You are not written in the books
Then swiftly woke up alighted




Describe heaven Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal 
August 30,2018

A Haiku Anthology - 4-1-18

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brighter things in life
bioluminescence
woodlands  singing

moonbeams dancing
clouds conducting rhythm
hedgehogs snuffling worms

the early bird sings
seagulls tap  dancing
worms for breakfast

did you see
penguins flying over Wales
April fool

children having fun
hunting Easter eggs... their joy
bunnies job well done

rivers flooding
April showers... no... torrents
summer biding time

winter grey... its spring
fauna... flora.. begging
time waits for no man

moving on...
the North Atlantic
icebergs do

desert penguins
remember this very day
April fool

rapids frothing
dippers diving seeking food
lambs bleat for ewes

crazy moments
mom... mom... there's a ufo
one day of summer

looking
over shoulder
spring... just checking
~~~~~~

Grim Reaper

Night creature
Forsaken
Slithering
Unperceived
Charging through
Machinelike
Stealth engine
Frozen breath
Smoldering
Steely eyes
Dark life form
Growing near
Fire spitting
Dragon breath
Snuffling prey



AP: 2nd place 2020

Submitted for contest PIC MOTIFS NO.2 sponsored by NETTE ONCLAUD - November 14, 2017

Life Hands Us Gold and We Look At the Road

Life hands us gold and we look at the road
A few days away and we share every minute,
Three  single beds,
Like story book orphans,
Which you bounce across in games of convoluted chase,
Involving code words and eyes closed,
Falls and injury,
While I try to read the paper.

Eventually  you sleep,
Snuffling like baby seals in the darkness,
As Glasgow’s sad traffic passes slowly beneath
And I worry about parking.

At waking you proudly make weak coffee,
After exhaustive instruction  on kettles and water,
And help opening  the milk and sachets.
At breakfast you hoard bacon and try to steal the spoons,
In the car you invent unending stories of small girls in danger,
That never quite end in disaster,
And fight about the radio,
While I struggle through the traffic
And try to keep my temper.
On the plane you get grumpy and I get desperate.

Now you are back home,
My heart and room are empty.
The gold floats beyond my reach,
Intangible and fading,
Like fireflies at the end of
Summer.
Life hands us gold, and we look at the road.

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