have you  seen the chipmunk climbing up a tree
WILLIAM WORTHLESS

have you  seen the chipmunk climbing up a tree
with  his stripey coat as fast as fast can be
looking for his food a nut than he can chew
with his chipmunk teeth so he can bite through
jumping branch to branch an acrobat his he
a creature of the forest and a life so free
he has big long tail and stripes along his back
running up and down along the forest track
living in a burrow in the ground so deep
this where he goes when its time to sleep

Like a chipmunk, my cheeks are stuffed
TM Wood
TM Wood
Apr 24

Like a chipmunk, my cheeks are stuffed
with chunks of you, little acorns
I’ve stashed and hoarded, clung to,
planted praying for fruit.

Systematically sleeping in separate rooms,
I hear you wrestle with the moon,
but I cannot sooth you.

If (once) our bodies collide
like two stars sucking in one
and one the other,
I will trace your freckles, your scars,
your every limbs' meandering movements
with the gifts that have slipped from your lips,
glimpses of the gears
that have kept you crunching for years.

You love books with rough pages,
thick fabric you can touch with fingertips calloused
and still feel the words beating blood on the page.

#love   #winter   #touch   #whisper   #books   #scars   #bodies   #collide   #freckles   #chipmunk  
Her voice is less chipmunk now
Raychel Darling
Raychel Darling
Nov 21, 2013

Her voice is less chipmunk now
Getting deeper
She's getting taller
I really miss her.

Chipmunk shared in equal annoyances
Lucey Snyder
Lucey Snyder
Jan 27, 2010

Owl listened to Goose's secrets
Fishy could always use a smile
Duckie flew into many a dream
Cat lurked when the sun was high
Bear always gave the best hugs
Giraffe knew the summer's joys
Chipmunk shared in equal annoyances
Yet, Goose befriended them all

Owl was wise
Fishy was mellow
Duckie was comforting
Cat was kind
Bear was understanding
Giraffe was a laugh
Chipmunk was encouraging
And Goose loved them all

Duckie, Cat, Bear and Giraffe all
frequent the same little niche
Fishy swims down the street
from Chipmunk's tree
Owl and Goose fly in similar circles

And where would each be,
without the other
Our animal friends,
Or one another

a chipmunk at the summit
Martin Prado
Martin Prado
Jul 27      Jul 27

I

the river
                          soars
like sun white
horses galloping,
shimmering, glistening

the gallop a harmony
of cacophony
to my listening eyes

what an idyllic
                           sky pink-azure
bringing excellence to rest.
tomorrow the white river
horses will fly like jazz
to my listening eyes

II

half stuttered premonitions ease
at sight of indigo accented flowers.
                  in goat land, clouds turn
                  to white wisps of doves.
the mountain
                            is
                                   with us
a chipmunk at the summit
makes waves through the landscape
dancing like a tambourine

wishes and hopes curl
around my face enveloping
me in Washington air

I see you looking at the chipmunk
and smile like

          really nice,
          your
                    smile
                                is
          really really

          nice

#life   #world   #happy   #happiness   #beautiful   #nature   #summer   #you   #earth   #river  
A single, skittering chipmunk
Arson Nick
Sep 26, 2013

With heavy sigh
A single leaf falls
The first I've caught in the act

It slides down my right shoulder
Kissing my skin with parched lips
'Save me,'
It whispers
"No,"
I sing

A single, skittering chipmunk
Bounds across the soggy banks
Of Lake Fred
Unafraid and nearly near enough to touch
But keenly and instinctually aware
Of my innate barbarism
He keeps his distance

"Did you see that?"
I call to him
Pointing to the crumpled leaf beside me
"Summer is dying."

The chipmunk stops
Cranes its neck and twitches its whiskers in consideration
And replies
'Of course it is,
What else would it do?'

chipmunk into the house and I

my cat curled into my lap then brought a
chipmunk into the house and I
had to lure him outside with
treats and he dropped the chipmunk and
it lived

I went casual hoping you'd
drop by because I felt
lonely and I wanted an
adventure but you
don't even know where I live so
I put on dark eye shadow and
winged eye liner
now if you come
by I'll look like a slut

good
good good

I went walking and it started to rain and
the wind blew your image into my
mind and I swear to god you were
talking to me and I
started to cry

licorrrriiceee maaaaakees meeee bloooaateddddddddddd

good.

AFTER I POSTED THIS A SQUIRREL CAME TO SAY THANK YOU
Over chipmunk chatter
D. P. Limbaugh
Nov 23, 2010

I watch a cardinal fly
And a blue-jay perch
I see a squirrel climb up
That naked birch

All the dreams you see in me
Well, I see falling in the leaves

Those geese flock
And then ducks scatter
It's hard to focus
Over chipmunk chatter

All the life you see in me
Well, I see falling in the leaves

That dog barks
And then a girl cries
Then every bird
Escapes to the skies

Everything that you see
Well, all of it is leaving me

Now you silly chipmunk orangutang
Brett W
Brett W
Jul 24

First I will say you look wonderful
Despite being out in the humidity
Your spirit remains peppy and full
Even over a temperature of ninety
Your smile brightens those around
Your hair flows freely in the breeze
You try to help those that surround
Telling them to stop and to freeze
You like to be surrounded by peace
You're still with some that are a pain
Even those like me that tend to tease
Now you silly chipmunk orangutang
I must ask you one thing before I end
Would you, Madelyn, be my girlfriend?

She said yes! I waited to post this until I asked her.
Chipmunk sat on his shoulder.
stéphane noir
stéphane noir
Dec 4, 2013      Dec 5, 2013

Billy got a shovel.
Chipmunk sat on his shoulder.
They wandered away from town,
away from the businesses and restaurants,
far from the counting and court houses,
past the auto service stations,
until even the roads were gone.

Chipmunk said, Stop here.
"This spot looks good?" Billy asked.
The ground is soft.
"It's too soft. It won't do."
Billy stamped his foot down onto the flesh of the earth
and his brand-spanking-new boots caked themselves in mud.
"No no, this won't do."
We're far enough, now. You can dig here.
So, Billy dug.

At first the digging was easy
and shovelful after shovelful flew behind them both.
Then, Bill struck a pipe
and clean water geysered straight up for a hundred and fifty feet in the air
and splashed down all around them, but they were in the eye of it
so neither of them got wet, and Chipmunk hated water.
"Not the place- I told you."

Three and a half miles later, the pair stopped for a slice of rhubarb pie they brought with them.
What time do you have?
"I don't have a watch."
I bet it's forty minutes past the hour. And this place looks perfect.
Billy sunk his shovel into the ground, again.
He dug and dug and dug and dug and dug
[and eventually found an old brass sheriff's star, which he discarded,
but not before Chipmunk sunk teeth into it and deemed it to be
"antique-trash that belongs next to a green glass Coke bottle and a dirty skull"]
and dug and dug and dug and dug and dug and-

Stop!

One more shovelful and we'll be in Colorado,
and we'll never make it back from that cold.

"What should I do?"
Put down the shovel, Billy Boy.

People had started to gather
because a tabloid published
a picture of Billy shirtless,
[he gets sweaty while digging],
and they wanted to know what
all the fuss was about.
So, Chipmunk got a hold of a megaphone
somehow
and addressed the seemingly-ever-increasing crowd:

If a wild beast sleeps under a poisoned tree,
and all night the tree poisons the thoughts of the dreamer,
do you blame the beast or the tree when the dreams come true?

Nobody answered.
If your heart is held together by very tight stitches,
and one of those stitches starts coming loose, and you feel it,
will a cold glass of cognac, and a warm hand to hold put it back together?

The crowd was dead silent.
An elderly man in the back stroked a long white beard
and a child standing next to him looked up at him stroking his beard
and the mother of that child looked down at the child looking at the man
and the light struck her glasses just so that the stars saw her light years away

and nobody noticed Billy, eyes closed at the bottom of the pit.

 
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