Weasel Poems

List of New Poems

PM	Poem Title	Poet	Form	Categories
	Win At Somethin'	Duncan R. M. Ferguson	Lyric	weasel, angst, humor, longing,
	Palm History Awash With Drips	matthew harris	Free verse	weasel, analogy, atheist, boat, creation,
	The Perfect Omelet	Susan Jeavons	Rhyme	weasel, children, fantasy, food, funny,
	MKUltra - Part One	Rachel Schlichting	Rhyme	weasel, drug,
	The Trapper and The Brave, Part I	David Welch	Narrative	weasel, adventure, family, friendship, grandfather,
	Dem New Publicans	Freddie Robinson Jr.	Narrative	weasel, parody, perspective, political, truth,
	Stick and Defeat	Kai Michael Neumann	Rhyme	weasel, irony,
	Slithering Meat	Freddie Robinson Jr.	Rhyme	weasel, corruption, dark, truth, wisdom,
	Grandchildren	Caren Krutsinger	Kimo	weasel, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother,
	Catch a Weasel Asleep	Kevin Shaw	Rhyme	weasel, drug, surreal, symbolism,
	Looting with HOBBY LOBBY	Anil Deo	Didactic	weasel, addiction, arabic, art, christian,
	Thorn in My Side	Timothy McGuire	Rhyme Royal	weasel, anger, emotions,
	Pop Goes The Weasel	Jack Ellison	Limerick	weasel, fun,
	Demons of Suburbia	Jessica Amanda Salmonson	Rhyme	weasel, animal, fantasy, food, games,
	Getting Deputized	Freddie Robinson Jr.	Rhyme	weasel, allusion, corruption, political, truth,
	The Prequel	eric boddie	Monorhyme	weasel, character, confidence, deep, faith,
	Us	Wendy Nipas	Ballad	weasel, dog, god,
	Alter Ego Part 1	Umeikia Whiting	ABC	weasel, anger,
	New Beginning Page 53b	Owen Yeates	Light Verse	weasel, celebration,
	Beary Tales Episodes 15-24, More Poet's Notes	Brian Johnston	Quatrain	weasel, adventure, beauty, friendship, innocence,
	Dehydration quenched on an island with females - part 2	MATTHEW harris	Free verse	weasel, adventure, angel, appreciation, beautiful,
	Never I Did	Freddie Robinson Jr.	Dramatic monologue	weasel, emotions, how i feel,
	The might of a carrier pigeon in a shopping basket plane	Taoi Chanan	I do not know?	weasel, analogy,
	Solutions To Old Nursery Rhyme Complaints	Sharon Gulley	Rhyme	weasel, appreciation, children, family, fantasy,
	Tablecloth telling the time	Taoi Chanan	I do not know?	weasel, beach,
	Holes grow	DC Bursey	Free verse	weasel, international,
	The Parts	Daniel Handschuh	Rhyme	weasel, emotions, perspective,
	Do Not Listen, Part III	Richard H. Dunsany	Dramatic monologue	weasel, childhood, dark, happiness, lost,
	Picture of a Weasel	James Horn	Limerick	weasel, humorous,
	Tampered Balderdash	Duncan R. M. Ferguson	Free verse	weasel, humor,
	Who Need Enemies	Freddie Robinson Jr.	Light Verse	weasel, betrayal, humor, humorous, relationship,
	Bobby's Dad	Richard Lamoureux	Lyric	weasel, beautiful, dad,
	Bubbles	cheryl hoffman	Light Verse	weasel, america, money, scary,
	Saga of Henry Wiggins - Part I	R.A. Marschall	Free verse	weasel, conflict, corruption, deep, people,
	Wally's Trip to the Mall	Yvonne Uzzell	Iambic Pentameter	weasel, adventure, children, family,
	Wally Weasel Goes Skiing	Yvonne Uzzell	Iambic Pentameter	weasel, animal, children,
	Wally Weasel Loves to Paint	Yvonne Uzzell	Iambic Pentameter	weasel, children,
	martika has a burning fever	Marty King	Free verse	weasel, beautiful, daughter,
	FUTURE PEASANTS OR POLITICAL PROPAGANDA	Michael E. Harris	Narrative	weasel, destiny, discrimination, history, humanity,
	Dawns Angels	Peter Lewis Holmes	Rhyme	weasel, beauty, environment, nature, pollution,
	Professor Yangyinstein's Agenda	Gerald Dillenbeck	Narrative	weasel, beauty, culture, math, political,
	Professor Weasel's Weaving Game Theory	Gerald Dillenbeck	Free verse	weasel, beauty, passion, peace, philosophy,
	Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents	Robert Lindley	Rhyme	weasel, beautiful, bird, nature, seasons,
	Injury	Robert Ronnow	Verse	weasel, age, death, friend, humor,
	Eye of the tropical January sun	Robert Ronnow	Verse	weasel, death, fire, food, innocence,
	THE MOON PRINCESS: PART TWO	Tasha Taylor	Epic	weasel, god, magic, men, moon,
	And still i drive - part one	john fleming	Rhyme	weasel, heartbreak, places,
	A WEASEL	RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY	Limerick	weasel, fun, nonsense,
	VIBRATION	olusegun Arowolo	Dramatic monologue	weasel, allegory, life, political,
	Weasel	Leslie Philibert	Free verse	weasel, animal,

Weasel Poem Example

And still i drive - part one

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly staring back at my 
Abject countenance with detached contempt and utter disdains.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And i start to drive.
But arriving at the brew i am compelled to ease upon
The pressured brake,
For, at the slowly closing level-crossing with its red lantern gate, 
The tolling bell insists i stop...and patiently wait.

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
As once again i prepare to drive.
At last, in rapid haste, the late commuter train 
Has rattled by -
Within:The snoozing jostled crowds and deceitful 
Drunken brokers that boozily sigh.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall... 
But stars do not lie.
Away now from Littlehamptons smothering, towered,
Blue-stepping climes,
Where, high upon high, wheeling fat-bellied gulls
With angry squawks viciously dispute their scavenged finds.

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not die.
Motoring downwards to ancient Aruns sheep-strewn 
Meadows and thin grass plains;
Past black flint-knapped walls girdling squat Tudor abodes;
Along the oak and Elm treelined roads 
And winding green verged lanes.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
Past the dimly lit little ramshackle station where you welcomed
him in;
Here gently retiring Larkin did once alight 
To muse at a noble dukes tomb
And his boastful castle of grey, hewn-stone might!

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry. 
Travelling alongside these thorny lines of Hawthorn hedge,
Where the cunning Stoat and slinking Weasel reside,
That do so ably divide 
A long forgotten, once bustling,
Feudal countryside.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars shall not deny.
Each side: Fields of Harvest mouse and blackened Vole
Beneath the hushed, brown feathered wing -
So rips the sharp beak! 
So deathly the talon!
Swooping upon the heath where brown Linnets sing.

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
Following the deep sided Rifes where the farmers boy 
In olden days did so joyfully run -
And wade the sharply tinkling shallow Bournes with excitable 
Barking hounds and readied hunting gun.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not lie.
Standing upright, like troops aside their barrack beds,
the ranks of stiffly rattling thatching reeds encouraging 
Spearwort and sedge;
Where the chugging long-legged hens slide across slow glides:
Thus cleverly disguise and hide their speckly eggs.

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not die.
And still i drive. Across the hushed and vigilant lands of
Silvery streams
Where glistening otters, safely holted,
Whistle within their slumbering dreams.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
And still i ride. Past the frozen woods of blasted trees
Sheltering the demure deer shying from night time chill;
And tumbling badgers rolling at ease
Upon dry-cracked carpets of rustling, black spotted, molding leaves.

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars shall not deny.
From ancient glade to ancient glade
Where a Gaulic conquerer made an Anglo-Saxon a slave;
And here this Norman dismounted and stood, 
Domesday within his grasp, his thumb between a parchment page.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
Exhorting upon my labouring engine to gain the crest 
of yet another leaping hill;
Below: Globular luminosities, distant blobs, sleeping hamlets,
Dwindling narrow cornered streets, 
Misted frills so vacant and still.

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
Accompanied by the gleeful, ever gurgling sounds
That wind their way down the sloping downs
To unselfishly feed the constant demands of the neat, red-shingled, 
West Sussex towns.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
Under this vastness of great yawning cosmic sublimes
Ebbing upon the waves of galactic oceans swelling above:
Straddled by eternal Orion with belted sword and terrible club!

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
For as i pass those goodly villages and towers, sneaking a peek,
I look out over the dark outlined shapes and spires:
Wonder i upon that furrowed brow, that crimson cheek -
Did you quietly cry, blaze and rage, or fall you into deep troubled sleep?
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And still i drive.
But sunrises horizons will surely arrive;
And i feel so weak as i readjust myself to the reclined seat.
For i have miles and miles to drive
Before that welcoming bed that i do most earnestly seek...
Lends to me - and sweeps away my exhausted feet!

Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not lie.
My heavy heart embedded like an anchor deep within
Your reef of sighs;
As motoring over Portsbridge creek my engine flies:
Little painted craft pushing laboriously against the current 
Of a Solents double tide.
A brief glimpse of a lit up bridge, a safe harbour:
The beautiful river Hamble
Where the millionaires yachts reside
Secured and snugly moored
Against a picturesque quayside.
Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not die.
Standing tall and proud, refuting Hampshires Pompey winds,
Beached "Sails of the South" of wide fame renown;
When, rushing in: resounding waves of indifferent sounds -
Crashing over Portseas spray-lashed rocks to remorselessly pound!

Poem Copyright © john fleming