Yelps Poems | Examples

Stench

Dark red, luscious apples felled from her own tree long ago
Under the beaming sun plummeted with a soft, aching blow

The sweat drips and plops, scruple over a furrowed brow
Upon the discovery of rot that blackened her plow

“Has the wind gone mad–or am I the one insane?
Dirt and grime, high dry–surely the only way to explain”

Denial among hatred, she could not face–but under the murk, bits
Beneath, the snakes–surly and shabby—placed high their bids

The heat danced faster as the days passed far less paced
Her blonde hair bleached and pruned, but left one space

The temple on her right seemed blank and bruised
As a failed blow far too long past was nearly used

The magazine fell as she begins filtering the rot past her mind
She screams, shouts, yelps and cries, sobs of an animal forgotten by time

“I never meant for this to go–go and blow up like this!
I never meant. . . I never meant for me to hurt our kids.”

Too far from gone she was, behind silken white bars and drenched in ammonia
“I know, my love, but I must leave and forget you—may heaven forbid us, Aurora”

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas late dinner.
Table set, waiting for Conner, a beginner.
Wondering which turkey will be a winner.
Wild round neighborhood, non any thinner.

Turkeys saw the peaceful neighbor coming,
Plain funny, stomping heavy, and humming.
Toms all disappeared and hid while thumbing
Energetic to all the hens to stop chumming. 

Neighbor looked all through the woods becoming
Fully stressed out, he saw his evident shortcoming.
In thought, no turkey round rhythmic drumming 
His weapon. In an awkward look, little unbecoming. 

Turkeys out of sight, outsmarted in the battlefield.
A series of loud banter yelps filled the field.
Turkey heads yield, poking out the brush, concealed.
Glaze ham dressed like turkey for dinner revealed.

Trick or Treat

Halloween is time to go scaring.
In costumes, you go about wearing;
then knock on some doors,
with yelps, hoots, and roars;
sweet candies reward for your daring!

If candies aren’t coming your way,
then you tell them that they’re going to pay!
It’s trick or a treat
once more, you entreat;
don’t make yourself one of our prey!

autumn

autumnal colors
close neighboring planet skies
equinox sunsets

red hue leaves tussle
woodchuck pops from its burrow
dog sniff, yelps in pain

quiver across limbs
perching mockingbird's mimic
nightly shooting stars

9/18/2024

Amys Poltergeist

Vengeful spirits are the most powerful ghosts
the ghost story reader says to the slumber party girls.
Amy's poltergeist gets angry and pulls a curtain down
It lands on the dog’s head
The dog yelps.

Vengeful spirits' energy is fueled by intense emotions
such as anger, hatred, or a thirst for revenge
Poltergeist is infuriated now
She turns into a whirlwind
Cups and saucers fly out of the cabinets
winging themselves at the family and guest's heads.

There is shrieking and running
Poltergeist feels a bit satisfied.
Demons are the most dangerous of all, the reader says.
They are aggressive and attack humans more than other ghost.
Enraged, Poltergeist begins an all out war in the house.

Rhythms of the Night

The rhythms of the night
Sounds of a dark symphony
A mysterious cacophony
Sends chill up and down the spine
Shadows chase the light of a full moon
Across meadow and forest green
No stranger to nocturnal life
Where life plays it’s game of opportune

The voices of the night 
Many and strange they may be
As the majestic screech owl in flight
And the fox howls beneath the pines
Night creatures scrambling in search of food
For themselves and their kind in nest and den
Ever willing to take a blind chance
To survive Mother Nature’s food chain

The noises of the night
The yelps, screams, the flapping wings
Sound so vicious ‘til the break of light
When the sun chases the dark away 
And the dawn brings a freshness of calm
Welcomed as a consoling balm
And finds some respite from all the fright
That’s found in the noises of the night

The choruses of the night
An eclectic choir of ancient song
As from winged angels in hasty flight
Prepping swamp and forest again
Continuing the cycle of life
That most never fully understand
For it’s not easy to hear in daylight
The insistent rhythms of the night

kingdoms notes

You stole my far away kingdom
didn't say what for?
Said I didn't have the jurisdiction 
to grapple my own crown

The ice resurrects steely bacteria 
will our antibiotics endure?


I feel all elephantine
the piper is never paid 
My foot prints are all asunder
on ancient sanded dunes

My ship is sinking
The troubadour sings
The innkeeper perilously on the cliff yelps
some erratum does he detect

Those In Need

Physical pain,
Arms slain,
Drunk haze,
Music faze,
Drug use, 
Grab the noose,
Put it back,
Back track,
Seek advice, 
Friends are nice,
Whoever helps,
But never yelps,
Do this, do that,
Or you'll be back where you sat,
Wanting no life, 
No strife,
No pain,
Scars stain,
Feel the love,
White dove,
Symbol of peace,
Pain will cease,
We will help, try,
Don't cry,
Just try this way,
No price to pay,
Relaxe,
No tax,
Small shove,
To feel the love.

Yaupon

Written: September 22, 2023
Pleiades 6 Poetry Contest                         Sponsored by: Joseph May     
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Yaupon, mighty stands veiled
Yarn-like branches waving
Yaud of caffeine green source
Yowl, drink that holds wisdom
Yelps of knowledge unwind,
Yoke armor to illness
Your pearl steeped in legends

I Cannot Work With Him

you have to collaborate
you are a team
a family
you must work together

I cannot work with him! a fourth-grader yelps.
Or her or him or them or you or anyone.
I will do this group project by myself.

That is not a group project, I tell him.
But he refuses.
Flat out.
Because he is smarter than anyone else.

Twenty-five years later I discover
that he has had many jobs
but has not kept any of them for more than a week.

Puppy Wants That Cookie

I think about eating a cookie
It’s not mine; it is theirs.
But I had no breakfast, so lookie….
It's up for grabs on the top of the stairs.

Old dog yelps, “don’t do it, Pup!”
This aged geezer never fills up my confidence cup.
I leave the cookie and army of ants move in.
Now may I have it? I yelp with a grin.

Mama of the house picks it up in a dustpan.
I will never listen again to this old man.
It’s gone now, in the garbage can.
I howl the night away, annoying this old man.

Who Is My Neighbour

In this technological age
We don't trust easily
We take our own sweet time to guage
Our neighbors icily

But if we get a friend request
On Facebook, Instagram
We accept it without protest
What a pretensive sham! 

Gone are the days when we would help
A fellow in distress
Now we click pictures while he yelps
In pain and dire duress

Where has our humanity gone? 
Our sense of friendly trust? 
Who will help us if we're withdrawn? 
Values, we must adjust. 


20th February 2023


(A little too late for "Acquaintance and neighborhood" contest)

Forecoming Doom

Forecoming doom is just a hoax or just real? it can’t be? the Forecoming doom? there are mountains blocking it’s way how is it so? The nightmare of some , the joy of others, storm trackers will be amazed how it go down forecoming doom the state ,the city never thought it would be touch even the grizzly ghouls from every tomb would Shuckin by they’re core see the wind spin around and around like a merry-go-around  a black cloud turning the day sky into nighttime this place will go up and down with dust and go out in lust the Forecoming doom please presume to be informed this place is in lost take cover and be strong for those you love hide and run. the forecoming doom this not a drill you will hear screams and yelps see people take cover spot it and seek cover

King Fox

Fox has the keys to the town’s coffers
So, they make him mayor and make him a crown.
It’s an easy chair! He yelps, delighted.
His petootsie feels warm and soft next to the cushion.
His fluffy tail curls around the back as if in tandem agreement.

What else do you need? His subjects ask.
They run to fetch him hot lemon tea and cucumber sandwiches.
He spits them out, so they are replaced.
They bring out trays of meat with horseradish cheese sauce.
Tasty and delicious! He assures them.

Bring me a large book to devour, he demands.
They bring him all sorts of volumes.
He keeps the one that shows photos of plump hens.
These pin up photos make me salivate! He tells his wife.
She leaves home shortly after and it takes him years to notice.

My Work In a Bank

My knowledge of bankers is limited and esoteric.
They have a virtuosity of keeping a poker face no matter what.
Even during a robbery, they are to act as nonchalant charlatans.
Handing over vast amounts of loot, stereotypically including dye lot.

I did not realize how banks operate when I arrived as a newbie.
My inexperience and ineffectiveness was measureable.
I had not planned to land a bank job at all; I wanted to be a ballerina.
But having never danced or even worn a tutu, what are the odds?

I am on auditory alert this morning at my teller’s cage.
The guy behind the old lady I am serving has a stony glare.
I ask her about her son’s new plane’s rollout, to stretch time.
Justifying nothing, she explains about his psychological problems.

Prevention is better than waiting for a shot in the knee right?
The second the stony-faced soldier comes closer I pepper spray him.
In the eyes; he yelps like a surprised puppy!
The bank manager comes running over. And my job is over.
No worries. I have hated all four hours of this job any way.

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