Stalk Poems

Menacing Garden

My garden plots my demise 
Haunts me like a living soul
The care I give is appreciated, yet expected
Each time I weed takes a toll

When it's time to prune
All hell breaks loose
The clods grow stones to throw and wound
The ears of corn hear all that I say
They stalk me, following every which way
The sly potatoes sprout

Wish I Had a Stalk of Barley

Tiny Terry Titmouse peeks at me from a wee stalk of barley.
Is he consuming this plant?
Is this his home or his slumbering place?
I watch his eyes flicker open.
He does not appear to be afraid.
He makes no moves.
A country mouse for sure.
Slow and steady, not wasting any energy.
I admire him.
No hurry.
No scurry.
No hustle or bustle.
Does he

One Good Scare

Following down the sidewalks
Watching from my backyard,
Everywhere I go, he stalks
Waiting to catch me off guard

Even in the safest places
My town, my school, my home,
The shape of his masked face is
Hiding wherever I may roam

Lock yourself into a closet
Behind dresses and blue jean,
Fight back and scream 'cause it
Is the night of Halloween

And, when fear is

In Darkness

In the darkness, I am shapeless.
Formless I slink through the gloom.
Witness, for a moment, death near.
Your breath is deep in its tomb.
In the darkness, you are helpless,
Senseless and fearful forlorn.
Blind to what’s within deep shade,
Displayed in expression adorned.
Your heart beats quicker in darkness,
Your hardness and will are undone.
Looking in shadows for demons;
The legions are really

They Stalk Wait My Leap In the Dark

In the window,
                   stopped, i feel...
                   The street,
           

Let Death Stalk

A poem is not a poem if it does not 
have death on its mind. The joyful and uplifting 
is for the witnessing of summits
yet behind that revelation, 
a hushed spirit walks to the gravesite.

The light and bouncing sparrow 
nests under the somber hood of the ebon crow.

Words grow from the ecstatic pain of creation,
they

Leaf Stalk

Like a leaf stalk
Forever 
I will hold 
You-
My leaf blade.

Can'T Make You Stalk Me

Turn up the lights
Fold up the bed
Turn up those voices
outside my head
Lay out for me
Feed me with lies
Just hold me up, your patron saint
Do matronize me

'Cause I can't make you stalk me
if you won't
You can't make your mind think something
it don't
Here in my light,
in these early hours
I will pick up my heart
and not feel your

Don'T Stalk My Territory

Don’t stalk my territory again
Stealing my sleep
Making me cry in vain
Which under servitude you can no longer keep

Whether all the weapons on Earth you deploy
To cull your desire
To employ
Ruse, fuse or fire

In a bid to finish
My ambition
To diminish
The mission on which I embark with passion

To protect the territory
You thought subdued
With the armoury
No longer skewed

In the

Stalk of Corn

Oh you stalk of corn,
How withered you look now,
Stripped of honour and full of scorn
Oh you stalk!, now you bow,
 you have remained standing only
 as a provender for stalls and fodder

Once in full bloom, you were the
 cynosure of the farmer
Paying homage to you regularly
 giving you largesse
 of herbicides' and fertilizers' 

The delight

A Leafless Stalk

Don’t let the worms touch the brittle petals,
Just blow them to my empty palms
As gentle dream. I can no longer settle
Be lonely as a leafless stalk.

And coltsfoot not roses,
Just coltsfoot surround me
And nothing comes close
As close as a dream comes.

It rains all over our roofs and our raincoats
And we might fall or wither away,
I long

Past Lovers That Stalk You

I can not run from his history or dodge a best forgotten past,
I'm constantly reminded of his flings that did not last,
You can run but I've learned you can never hide....
I get swept into his embrace but pulled out by a historical tide

Limerick: Once a Great Doubter Climbed Jack's Bean Stalk

Limerick : Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk

  for the raped 5-year-old Indian girl next door

Once a Great Doubter climbed Jack’s Bean Stalk
Cried : « For what Crime 5-year-old was debauched ? »
He got no true hearing
Slid down no more doubting
Now stalks 4-year-olds on dark side-walk.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Stalk You

I’m gonna stalk you

Follow you around

And harass you

I’m gonna

Show up at your house

I’m gonna

Show up at your place of work

I can’t seem to get my mind

Off of you and your personality

I can’t seem to turn the other way

I want to love you

I want to hold you

I will make you mine

I won’t leave you alone

Until you

The Stalk, the Fear, the Take

What a long day, so sore are my feet.
I feel so worn out, oh am I beat.
     I see you've returned home
     and you think you're all alone.
Think I'll skip, brushing my teeth.
I just want to lay down and get some sleep.
     Up

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