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Weasel Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormCategories  
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem Stick and Defeat Kai Michael Neumann Rhyme weasel, irony,
Slithering Meat Freddie Robinson Jr. Rhyme weasel, corruption, dark, truth, wisdom,
Premium Member Poem Grandchildren Caren Krutsinger Kimo weasel, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem Picture of a Weasel James Horn Limerick weasel, humorous,
Premium Member Poem Tampered Balderdash Duncan R. M. Ferguson Free verse weasel, humor,
Who Need Enemies Freddie Robinson Jr. Light Verse weasel, betrayal, humor, humorous, relationship,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem Professor Yangyinstein's Agenda Gerald Dillenbeck Narrative weasel, beauty, culture, math, political,
Premium Member Poem Professor Weasel's Weaving Game Theory Gerald Dillenbeck Free verse weasel, beauty, passion, peace, philosophy,
Premium Member Poem Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents Robert Lindley Rhyme weasel, beautiful, bird, nature, seasons,
Premium Member Poem Injury Robert Ronnow Verse weasel, age, death, friend, humor,
Premium Member Poem 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,
Premium Member Poem 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,

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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!

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