Taxidermy
He found my need and fed it.
I'm an empty vessel in a shroud.
A thousand pricks kept me calm.
I died for you to keep you proud.
I'm just another trophy to make
me lifelike with glass blue eyes
convincing color of the skin and I
promise I'll keep safe all the lies.
Categories:
taxidermy, abuse, addiction, beauty,
Form: Rhyme
Written: December 28, 2023
Beneath the shades
of velvet shadows
swarms of amber
luminance of daylight
and elusive flits
of faerie embers.
Veiled in jeweled which
rhymed with
Calyx elixir tints
of moonlit hues,
wings of light fractals
of burnished baubles.
Serendipitous breeze
scribbling rimes
of a runic serenade
in glints of jades
and emeralds.
wisps of wood smoke
soft mists of
Myrrh and Frankincense
fragrance of
Amyris and Bergamot.
Life has been beckoned.
by the sun messenger.
In that aurifying light,
crisscrossing balmily
and all at once.
With your shifting cloak,
snail
silver tree,
life is futile
& vain as smoke.
with your beshrews roads
case of curiosity
devoted to
the art of taxidermy,
decorative, restorative
and anthropomorphic.
A canorous dream,
capacious
mellifluous
Hurry past me!
Categories:
taxidermy, analogy, angel, appreciation, life,
Form: Free verse
Mid-November skids into a white-boned sky
Frozen fish dream of warm tape water.
Every step is a cliff-top for the weakening.
Meanwhile, beautiful people wash-up on sandy beaches
create more buttery lobster commercials,
evening gowns drip like sequined icebergs.
The young are headlong as usual
and will not stop
until they pull us into their dreams,
they sew our jester hats
with a pitying love - just as we did theirs.
It’s impossible to regret anything
when the very ground under our feet
is begging for more banana skins,
more slip-ups - anything to keep us going
in a direction identified as forward
by the backward.
We who still dispense the sweet nothings
of glassy-eyes wizards,
must be seen as fully clothed and able,
ready to function still on the old fictions;
though daily, step by step
we are coming to resemble
the still-life taxidermy of moth-eaten owls.
Categories:
taxidermy, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Coal hearted caretaker
never could accept or give love
has a collection of wounded women
placed them in his half dead heart museum..
he painted over one with an oil colored tongue
stuffed her into a silent taxidermy bird
He turned some into paper mâché mobiles
fingered them into a sad sort of yellowing
void of any hope then left them for dead
Forever spinning at the end of his selfish rope.
Others sit hollow eyed- clay pot women
chipped and rotting
from disrespect and neglect.
Lastly, a foyer of unsmiling, bronze busts
monuments to his volcanic prick of destruction.
One conquest was glass blown
he wove her spirit into a poem.
Hung it in a forgotten corner of his mind
framed it in his blood and karmic dust...
Someday he'll have to pay back all debts,
and become a forgotten etching in a derelict museum.
Categories:
taxidermy, abuse,
Form: Free verse
But for those who forced darkness to take flight,
And could never by grounded thoughts abide,
But for those who fought the accustomed fright
At the new thunders rebel minds confide,
Fossil dreams we all would still inhabit,
In the muddied bogs of yore gladly flail.
Dead creeds’ taxidermy doth inhibit
Fresh breaths of reason on intellect’s sail.
Who met decreed answers with questions’ ire?
The gazers into depths and planets' glows,
The starters in gloom of curious fire,
Openers of eyes to vistas long closed.
I bask in the bright truths they dared to glean.
Away with crutches! On their light I lean.
Categories:
taxidermy, books, courage, inspiration, light,
Form: Sonnet
At the top of the stairs there's a musty room
Full of curiosities weird and rare:
Seashells,
Hummingbird nest,
A globe of all the world,
A two-headed snake kept in a jar,
Newspapers from near and far,
Pinecones,
Octopus,
Drawers and drawers of butterflies,
A fossil rock,
Radio,
An ancient arrowhead,
Many, many books are there, just waiting to be read,
A portrait of a woman fair, his sister, I believe,
And up above your head you'll see
A swooping hawk--it's taxidermy.
Inspired by "Big Daddy" Edd Ingram's collection
27 August 2017
Categories:
taxidermy, books, education, family, nature,
Form: List
I'm a taxidermy with a soul
But I've seen foxes on display that look better than me.
Categories:
taxidermy, angst, animal, beauty, death,
Form: Verse
This is a monument.
It was born from us a town illegitimate; we never married.
A great hall of artifacts, plucked still-gunked from our livers,
Others clean-picked from our birdy bones.
Over there you had loved me, there I spooled my sobs.
Here, the streetcar - windows fogged with our laughs.
We would visit this dead museum,
with crumpled dollars to smash through the box-office slats.
We would laugh at the silly, dead fossils.
Now I am alone, inhabiting it like restless taxidermy.
I call you through each dusty chamber,
Every dull ceramic and jaded mask.
I regress to a baby one hundred miles a moment,
My nightgown heavy and helplessly slumping down my shoulders
And not even your body: dried, tattooed, is on display.
Your insides are not carefully dissected, labelled in a looming case.
Your wings and your pulsing pink eyes lay on no proud board,
Your legs are not zip-tied, toes not tagged and inkily named.
You are not Americana Exotica -
You are more elusive.
You're exploring one thousand Arabias
While I breathe sarcophagus air,
Befriend the flogged and leathered skins.
There is only my lonely feet.
Categories:
taxidermy, absence, analogy, change, imagery,
Form: Free verse
New Future Of The
Internet
Cable cost are up
too high
You turned to the
internet and so have
I
My Youtube channel
is the way to go
Now I can even make
video shows
I group the videos
to make a show
To bring you the
best of where I go
For kids the mower
and stove videos
I also have vehicles
and some scarecrows
Kids can watch from
morn til night
with lots of things
for a kids delight
Light houses, ship
building, and horses
too
Antique barn yards
and tractor pulls
just for you
Aviation, taxidermy,
and crafty wood
works
Viewwithme Youtube
has all the quirks
The historical homes
make a great tour
Contest and oxen
pulls are never a
bore
Animal friends, I
haven’t forgotten
you
I have horses, dogs,
cows and sheep too
Plenty of petting
pens and milking for
you
And a simple click
is all you have to
do
A lot of shows with
a mix for all
Like demolition
derby or a stunt so
tall
So if you dropped
the cable and you
have a need
I have three
channels for you to
see
By: Doris Anne
Beaulieu
https://www.youtube.com/user/Viewwithme
Categories:
taxidermy, business, career, film, grandparents,
Form: Free verse
a hardly morbid paper mache crane full
of jolly rancher candies.
blindfolded children wildly
swinging bats on the backporch.
the wise sit back and drink
diet shasta grapefruit soda.
few understood the sky to be sheathed
in paper constantly burning.
such an exquisite sacrifice...
inside in the livingroom an old victorian
couch smells of mouthballs and
aged sunshine.
inanimately standing there in its
four legged stance.
objects like this caused many to sin in
the wildernesses of sinai.
some gathered perspective
others did not.
burst goes the belly of a
brightly colored papyrus crane.
busy goes the little fingers picking
up the candies tumbling out.
Categories:
taxidermy, allegory, perspective,
Form: Blank verse
I'd like to be stuffed when I die
Then, when I say I feel hollow
and soft
and dead,
I won't be some emo tw*t
crying about nothing.
It'll be true.
I'll be the scarecrow,
chillin' in the corner
of my moms bedroom.
Categories:
taxidermy, death, emo,
Form: Free verse
Hey man, let's stop by the drive through nursing home.
'Okay.'
I pulled up to the menu
'Uh, I'll have a septuagenarian widower whose hobbies include
pottery (specializing in lawn ornaments) and taxidermy.'
You want anything?
'Nah.'
Alright.
I drove around and handed the register
jockey twelve bucks.
He just stared at me.
Stared into me
and through me
Simultaneously.
At that moment,
I realized that I did
not know where I was
or why I was there
or who was in my car.
I did know
that the kid on the register
was not some kid on the register,
but a subterranean genie who
had trapped me
in his spindly game.
His fingers splintered into
flowing walls of fishscales.
His nose pulsated into a
badge of strobing
iron-grey light.
His eyes continued to stare,
even as he shimmered and
flickered.
A cold gate opened
between me and the
window.
His tongue extended
through the gate
and down my throat.
'Bite down. It's time to take your medicine.'
I gulped.
Categories:
taxidermy, age,
Form: Free verse
A Large House at a Bargain Price
By Elton Camp
It’s off from the busy highway
Making it a quiet place to stay
With two stories and a basement
It’s right for furniture placement
Elegant stairs, the banister too
The house is sure to please you
To buy it quickly will behoove
A place your mother will approve
And see how this sounds:
A business on the grounds
Nosy neighbors no need to fear
Nobody to this place comes near
Contact a Realtor this place to see
All taxidermy items included free
A careful look this house rates
The family home of Norman Bates
Categories:
taxidermy, humor,
Form: Rhyme