"haunch" poems
All summer I made friends
with the creatures nearby ---
they flowed through the fields
and under the tent walls,
or padded through the door,
grinning through their many teeth,
looking for seeds,
suet, sugar; muttering and humming,
opening the breadbox, happiest when
there was milk and music. But once
in the night I heard a sound
outside the door, the canvas
bulged slightly ---something
was pressing inward at eye level.
I watched, trembling, sure I had heard
the click of claws, the smack of lips
outside my gauzy house ---
I imagined the red eyes,
the broad tongue, the enormous lap.
Would it be friendly too?
Fear defeated me. And yet,
not in faith and not in madness
but with the courage I thought
my dream deserved,
I stepped outside. It was gone.
Then I whirled at the sound of some
shambling tonnage.
Did I see a black haunch slipping
back through the trees? Did I see
the moonlight shining on it?
Did I actually reach out my arms
toward it, toward paradise falling, like
the fading of the dearest, wildest hope ---
the dark heart of the story that is all
the reason for its telling?
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I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson,
Come and share my haunch of venison.
I have too a bin of claret,
Good, but better when you share it.
Tho' 'tis only a small bin,
There's a stock of it within.
And as sure as I'm a rhymer,
Half a **** of Rudeheimer.
Come; among the sons of men is one
Welcomer than Alfred Tennyson?
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Each afternoon in June,
I loiter-linger on the corner of 37th avenue,
Both eyes asleep,
A summer’s sunset smile on my face,
A flock of fairies in free float round my head.
My habit, a daily pause,
Plant my haunch against the blue barrel mail box,
Old empty drum, anachronism, stubborn antique.
I cringe at the mad jazz of shrieks and horns on cue,
The hatter’s rush at end of day,
There is purpose in this cacophony,
My city boasts and brags with noise,
Intoxicated on aroma,
A frequency with every smell.
Baptiste’s Pizza owns the breeze at 4 p.m.
Inhale this baker’s breath,
An oven-joy in one warm gust,
Blond baked crust,
Tomatoes boil and bubble cheese,
Salt fresh anchovies, red peppers,
A currency of meats.
I salivate and lick the wind,
Hunger is desire.
Sudden harmony in one sweet waft,
A pleasant jet stream,
A toker passes by,
And gifts me with a 60’s contact high.
A small girl’s mouthful voice,
A jam cram of donuts is my guess.
The rattle, clap and black lung cough,
An old school diesel delivery truck,
The air brakes squeal for release,
It’s quitting time and everything wants to be free
A homeboy, my local jive,
I know his dreams,
A lacquered finish,
In love with his axe,
You feel me... tap, bump and go.
Vinegar and toxic spice,
A window washer’s delight,
He squeals a squeaky clean
Fresh roses, oh a hopeful night, bonne chance,
The catastrophe of a cigarette,
The killer joy of a fresh cigar,
An uptown girl's stealth perfume,
She knows her prey,
He knows her ploy,
A mid west girl and a downtown boy
Daylight begs to dim,
The sun will witness just enough, no more,
My corner holds its own,
Each afternoon my part in scenes,
I dream,
And never wish, but often wonder,
About the life that might have been.
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
My hands, my knees.
Look at it jolting out of me,
Cavemen clubs with nowhere to go.
The passageway now hurts, pushing out
Whatever that went in.
Liquid, solid, knives,
Lies, lies, lies, grievances.
The forcing, the cough, the blow
Right here, into the middle of my stomach.
The stupid things I do sometimes
Just to feed the pressure.
The oil greases over me,
It’s hard enough to breathe in here.
Hear hear, I speak. It is you I want.
Mr. Grape’s hair I gently stroke away in that trailer,
His lips I gently kiss to an ******
Right there, in my neck,
Between the pulsating veins,
The urge hissing on my tongue.
That’s where you must belong always.
Mamma, won’t you get off
Your fat back and your fat haunch,
Off that sweaty couch, off that shaky little house
And get me out of this god-forsaken land?
Shalini Nayar
© 2004
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:01 AM UTC
Lisas and Cheryls in halter tops walk the
Halls of Stoughton High full
Throttle, coiffed fleece fiercely feathered,
Tonys and Tims trawling in tow, toting
Texts.
Tims and Tonys slip
Slyly away, skip shop, talk
**** **** a doob behind
Bob’s Baitshop’s garbage dunes, tunes of
Geils and Seeger and Stones, applaud
Lisas and Cheryls, laud deserving
Donnas and Dianes (but dude, don’t
Let on!)
See,
A solitary Tony takes to one shapely
Cheryl’s sultry swagger, staggers, blathers
His rathers, turning her hair’s fair feathers
A-flair, she helping his hand higher up her hip, her
Cup, her concupiscent luscious lower lemon-lacquered lip, he agog, a *****
Dog with a bone. And a libidinous loner
Lisa prefers a particular turgid Tim, digs
His Doors tee tucked
In to tight tan cords, affords
Herself a longer linger as his fingers
Dangle, thick thumbs hooked in belt. Looked at,
Felt, ***** his hip, flips a nod, draws a
Sneer, paws her rear, she his
Haunch, he steady and
Staunch, Steady and
Staunch
Not gonna
Launch
Steady
gawdamnsunuvabitch!
Thaws the sneer
Right there.
High gears it outta here.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
The Moon Man sat
Upon a branch
Fat and jolly
Strong and staunch
Just sat there
Broke out his lunch
Put his banjo
On his haunch...
Began to strum
A happy tune
I asked my favorite,
"Clair de Lune"
He said he'd play it
And we'd spoon
It's gonna be
So HOT in June
The heat is comin'
Comin' soon...
He rested there
upon that limb
The cats played sax
Upon a whim
They were right
In tune with him
The Star-fish
Began to swim!
The Moon Man played
The crickets sang
Through the night
The music rang!
We had such fun!
The drums would bang
The tympany
Made beat and clang...
Then he got up
His full height
He made his exit
To the right
Flew off that branch
Into the night
now the fireflies
Hold his light!
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May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
Sitting on its haunch,
Bear drinking river water.
Alone. Safe. Secure.
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Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
I saw him not in suavest suit
For he is coy at a disguise
And disguise is mastery in that place
Infested by swarms of spies
Those wretched parasites on haunch
Of Beauty who inspires lullabies
He sauntered 'mongst that drifting crowd
In worksmen's clothes and cap
A pair of aviators on
To beguile the crowd perhaps
He cocked his head and stared at me
My heart swooped soared and clapped
I never saw a man so sweet
As he, eyes' charm potent, intense
Gazed upon this pilgrim rapt
Her heart filled with awe immense
And with every step her Love increased
Put past to reason, sense
I chained myself in soul and body
To him, my kinship flame
And was wondering if so his malady
Would become less tender, tame
When I sensed his drudgery, demise
Was a baron's law, endgame
Oh Lord! The very glow of Love
Seemed then to wither, die
And a chasm opened in my Heart
As wide and deep as sky
My soul was barbed with thorns of Christ
To think of Him with earthworms lie
To think of that Heart hunted, hung
In tyrants grim steel net
Sullied my very own with pain
Not even sight of him could abet
Dolorous I sobbed and screamed
Till my cheeks were red and wet
To **** the man who loved the world
So much he staked his soul
To bring down tyrants castle
Whose oppression the mind appal
But his heart forever beatific, bright
Have pilgrims rapt in thrall
That he loves too much may be his sin
Some others too little, theirs
Their truths sell at an ugly rate
His for free he shares
Knowledge for the masses true
Not a tyrants wares
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Well...
I heard it from Pookie
Who's real tight with Sookie
You know 'cuz
They're twins 'n all
And they're both from the neighborhood
When it all went down, guess they seen it too
Eyewitnesses times four
You know 'cuz
They two got a pair of blinkers
You know --peepers! Oculus instruments
You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint)
Brown eyed, blue bright
Or "whatever you say Iris!"
She was the one with the twirly hair
And the swirly speech
Rollin' up on all of her
You know ... Gelatinous gelatina ****
Rubberneckin'
Don't mess with this!
"Uh huh"
"Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..."
Throwing ghetto out her mouth
Talkin about. yo mama
So PHAT
(Pretty Hot & Tempting)
For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco...
And you know
If the chicken heads are plucky and loud
Clucking chis-miss rumors
About
How she did done killed her molester
"Down that poor dirt road"
"I can still hear the gospel sang,
the surrounding churches'
Southern love to be loud, wafting
With the breeze through the long grass
Walking, closer to home, a hush...
Back when we folk were shiny skinned
With sweat of Summers' Lovin
Or late night lullaby in' ...
Baby's lil babe
She said he couldn't fall to sleep
Until this Final one"
When it all went Smack!
Talking for no reason now
(Just wanna be heard)
Throwing shade in the hot shadows
Her hollering voice
Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'.
A weeping willow
A peacock
A desperate clarinet cry
Look here now ! Don't miss out !
And that was when Pookie & Sooky
Took home mama Mook,
Who's complaining like Chubacca
Furry as the Wookie
Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas...
But whatever battle she took to words
In the shadow of
Bars brawls and loss of conscience,
Everyone here / neighbors hear
The hoods we're in
She said the clouds! in the sky
"They was the lot of them
throwing most heinous shade!"
And whatever
You took from that there blathering
Wagging tongues
Talking smack. (That's on you)...
*In the dim domain of drank and diggitty
They carry the haunch away*
Three shadow figures
one is itchin' at her arm...
Smack
Throwing Shade.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Here is not the elegant
Sway of a swan's neck
But ****** haunch-
Industrial flesh
The whip-tail
Lively-an agitation
Of shorn wheat in wind
But not
The playful passion of feathers
True of a peacock crown
Yet here eyes,
Live, luminous pearls
In murky shell
Tremble-like only
Still and secretive water can
And in a reflection-
Not grazing
The marbled rice field
Of the beast's eye,
My singular awe-
No more noticed
Than a stone
Against the verse
Of the beast's gait
As it peals across
The marbled rice field
Of my eye
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
"The confession"
Had a haunch in the day that you would come around,
Told you I'm sure you would show up with a smile,
Not a frown,
Too picky with dispositions , in to order to get my attention,
I know this sounds good to you , that's why I'd rather mention,
To me it seems you would want love, when it doesn't come around,
Everybody has an ego, you know I love you , don't make a sound,
But since we kicked it , I don't see any confrontation,
Hoping for a better day with me , there's no need for debating,
But I'm embracing,
Everything we stood for,
I love you more,
Than a ***** among a thousand men,
The confession is I want you.........
"Blow Smoke"
......but really all I want is a moment with you,
You make me happy in a long way,
Towards my inner virtue,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
I swear you turn my grey skies to blue,
Is it the blue pill or the red pill,
I would like to take both for you,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
And when were making love,
Swear I don't wanna hurt you,
Smoke in the air,
Getting high,
Like our souls are,
Heaven could be the solution,
Or maybe the way out,
But we can fade to the stars,
But we don't have no fault in them,
Remember when I pick you up,
When you were depressed,
Hanging over at the bently trucks,
Eating candy on Halloween,
My little little buttercup,
Was a bisexual , but had me a cover up,
Maybe I could your volcano's erupt.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Once more this year I lure my little horse
to step the trailer's high unstable place:
a squishy, soft and noisy, tingling force
on hooves, accustomed to a solid base.
Off sand and dirt and even welcome grass,
step up he surely will, since I can bring
remembrance in his horsy mind to pass:
the snack before, and on his haunch a sting.
So up he flies to ride the road with me
to set a hoof into the jamboree.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
Broke cover
Sudden
Stood stock still-
Breath, mist
Mingle
What thought, doe,
What sound, smell of
Greencoat man with
Lichen brow,
Moss beard,
Hazelnut eyes,
Moist as yours,
So brown.
Veins throb
Yours and mine
Silken hide
Only movement
Ears, nose twitch.
No pointed barb today,
No loud report
Just look
Slow as oak
Bark growing fingers
Grain of the trunk.
No haunch for butcher hook, today,
Doe
Disappear into
New forest thicket-
Oh, how you gentle me
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
i cannot remember the first time
i found myself in a line.
perhaps it was queuing up for lunch
and had to stare at someone's haunch
of course, i waited for concerts great,
though, i quickly learned of that mistake.
but the lines are long at the DMV,
the apple store and the grocery.
however, i find the greatest crime
when waiting patiently in line,
and this cannot be overwrought,
is honking in the church parking lot
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
On wizened, ancient sands a riddle
With which it helps to start from middle
Told on demon tongue with ambiguity
Answer concealed with ingenuity
The words are mirrors to the truth
Nonetheless, the truth, aloof
One feels the Sphinx trapped a snare
To beckon foolish souls to lair
Eternal plaything of her mouth
With Lion's haunch, and human head
The Sphinx from which the riddle bled
She is treacherous, cold and callous
Spiteful, sour and merciless
Devouring those who aren't suffice
To understand, they pay with life
A spectre one never wants to pass
For devoured are the uncynical, uncryptic class
Because the gods and fate aren't nice
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 10:42 AM UTC
...
Yourn purty flirt
enveloped mine cerebral's
chapter
yourn expose instigated
mine weak
mine dither
affecting this spew
From your bottom limb's attach
unto your haunch's camber's
entice
mine eyne found entertain as
morning's Spring wind winched
thine
glabrous humid tumid's
raiment
Ahhhh
vernal ardor
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Aloft on divine zephyr,
A luscious little babe,
With elephantine head and lady's haunch,
Mind unknowable to sage,
She appeared from nowhere,
As if conjured from the dark,
But I knew, that if we flew,
Towards light we'd embark,
She didn't say a word,
She only ever winked and smiled,
But I knew in my heart I was one of her herd,
A carefree cosmic child,
After she winked she disappeared,
To beam to other faces,
That beautiful sweet elephant,
Who graces all Earth's places.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
Again the trials of life by treachery afoot,
Trick you with trap, coy to catch your boot,
Holding thee captive to cage and pain,
Singing a mad and melancholy refrain,
My hand fights, struggles to release the snare,
I've not seen such a forlorn vision,
Of beauty wild, hung by haunch, it makes an incision,
In to my Heart: all Love is bled from there.
I would traverse fate's lines for miles,
To see that disdain turned in to smiles,
Fathoming deep in to the art,
Of turning a furrow and a frown in to a blossoming Heart,
O Beauty you are composite Love,
Her truth embossed behind your eyes,
That fathom deep and wide as skies,
In to Love's exquisite trove.
May God grant freedom and say bless,
Release you from your distress,
Bear you aloft on heaven's wings,
To ferry you to him, most cherishable of things,
Yet make of you a child of Earth,
Gestating deep, sunk in soil,
With the people and the petals embroiled,
Loving her the breadth of her girth.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC