deep in the depths of London, off the A35 trunk route
there lived a wayward entity with the nastiest intentions
A carnivore who ate wriggling squiggling prey
She lived on the borderline of insanity and madness
Her ancestors had lived dank, dark, dreary lives
Secrets promenaded in their family in starts and stops
Because they were wooly, wild, and winsome
Being werewolves also might have entered into it
She was a she-were, the most dangerous, devious werewolf
Most women can control urges, she prioritizes her primality
on Halloween eve she sits in the comfort of Algorith Alley
frightening the rats, who scurry and scatter in fear
There are a few seconds when the moon dies on Halloween
a few precious seconds when this she-were can strike
her ferocious fangs shred shrieking subjects with precision
Madness? Why? Because she leaves carnage after she dines?
It could be mistaken for a shopping list,
or a set of instructions
for assembling a bookshelf,
but you had to go and call it a poem!
Eventually you learn
by the daily application of ignorance and error,
to ride a poem as if it were a unicycle
even so, the larger the wheel
the greater the chance
of a slow-motion fender-bender.
Unless you want to be metaphorically crucified
or theoretically burnt at a stake
for God’s sake don’t give this thing that you do
any kind of definitive name.
Hinged or unhinged they are most often
just thoughts squiggling up to a surface
like worms after a heavy rain,
simply deconstructed word-worms,
but that’s okay
you already said that,
so now you can look cool
and kind of a deep thinker.
Written: July 30, 2024 For Ink Empress Contest
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My blood is infused with poetry
I hope to share with you my inner views
We should all praise our poetry
Without resentment or jealousy
We've been doing this ever since
Check out how many friends we miss
That's what brought us together.
We must respect and trust each other
We all experience bumps and suffering
and boost one another's spirit
Everyone here is extremely lovely
Our hearts reach out to wide horizons
to exchange thoughts or emails
We have become and will remain a family
The best friendships never stop.
It will only last a lifetime.
Still, I found myself missing you here
A gnomish jigsaw piece vanishes without reason
I was absent from both prose and stanzas
Then it hit—maybe you were away
Trophy-winning freedom for others
I'm glad to view you squiggling around
in cyberspace again
An audience is taking in our lyrical poetry.
Miniature Bats with big blinky eyes batting butterscotch kisses
Baby belly flop Frogs that happily hop and squiggling Lilliputian Octopi
Tiny hats on Teensy Teddy Bears casting star bright wishes
Squeezable short-legged Dinky Dogs that are eating Pie-In-The-Sky
Lil' Bitty Butterflies that spread their wings like a whizzing carnival ride
Pocket Size Pixies dusting Boxcar Buggies with carts that whirl and glide
Baby Grins that play hide and seek with every Peek-A-Boo Lullaby
To my chagrin and giggles, heavenly hearts fly off to Lollipop Skies
The itsiest-bitsiest, mini-infinitestimal treasure that is never seen as it is
magically small
Is the giddiness and joy of cuteness that brings so much happiness to us all!
July 17, 2019
Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
I am trying to sleep
Noise outside seeps within
Despite fingers plugging all the holes
Wanton intruders banging on my being's door
Embedding bedlam blasts beneath the skin bellowing bleats and bangs
Squirming like bed bugs screaming and squiggling for blood
Fracas and racket, make caterwauling jangles that rattle within
It's 'Bye Bye' to lullaby, 'Hello' to 'Hell Raising Commotion, Pandemonium'
Noise a personal affront, up front and confronting
Must be quelled and dispelled
I'm up now, angry and fired up,
So look out!
Noisy shout, yell and scream, rage and anger, bang and uproar, screams fit to wake the dead
Shut Up, Now! Stop the Noise!
The only way to stop noise is with noise
For noise blots out calm reason which fails
Only noise on noise cancels the noise out.
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