"stripey" poems
Tell me something
Honey bee
What's the point
In you and me?
Is it to fly?
To fly so free?
Won't you tell me,
Honey bee?
Stripey black and
Yellow too,
What's the point
In me and you?
Is it the flower,
The nectar glue,
Which you find nice
And I do too?
I scratch my head
And drink my tea.
You dance your dance
And make honey.
Us two together
We know, do we
The sweet things we make
Make us sweetly free.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
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
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
The material was stretched tight
deep furrows in the red and black
pulled across your shoulder blades so severely
but you were all soft edges.
The blunt edge of a 2B pencil
gently shadowing in the crease
where stomach met hip bones
and warm.
It was lovingly done.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:10 PM UTC
In Auschwitz the air hung still.
The dragons are imaginary.
Once they had their fill.
The only gold fell from the fingers of those now perished chosen ones.
The birds crying relinquished flowers.
Lilies all dressed for death.
The classless funeral attire of the blue stripey pyjama death.
Now the camps be emptied.
Those passed inside be free.
Camp be closed.
All souls released, but still the sky hangs heavily.
May God please bless the free.
(C) Livvi
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
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 with 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.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
FRAMING THY FEARFUL SYMMETRY
It's the little things remain
shadows on your skin
memory preserves it
makes it more precious
despite its
insignificance.
The ephemeral
made permanent.
You all
sunlight and shadow
marking you a tiger
a stripey 5 year old.
"Rrrrr!" you roar
burning bright.
I throw my little tiger
up in the air
catch her years
later.
The sunlight now
in teacher mode
displays an
equilateral triangle
made of
pure light.
Hear her voice of then
still telling me now
"Look...an equatorial triangle!"
And so for ever
it is.
The angle I see her from
changes
the years come and go
and the equatorial triangle
still burns brightly
you my little girl tiger
twisting the sinews
of my heart.
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
Stripey, furry, pollen coated
Buzzing summer stillness into life,
Journey of fertility from stamen to
Stamen, pollination, by-product of travail.
Sweet honey stored in citadel honeycomb
Shaped perfectly, Fibonacci sequence,
Queen factory birthing, supplying an army
Compulsory conscription, signed up for life
Common mind, common goal, calculating
Journeys to fertile meadows, returning
Debriefing to communicate flight path,
Destination situation report, until
One day dispatch signals failure
The hive is silenced, the computer
Turned off.
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 7:30 AM UTC
I see
other people's smiles,
and they sometimes
remind me of you
Or black hair
peppered with grey,
and scarves
in stripey patterns.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
there was a little fox adventure bound was he
he took a little trip far across the sea
he reached the shores of africa and took a look around
went into the jungle to see what could be found
suddenly he saw a monkey in a tree
swinging branch to branch as happy as can be
he walked a little further and saw a crocodile
with his great big teeth that almost seem to smile
then he heard a lion giving out a roar
did once did twice then again once more
he took a little rest and a little snack
sat down in the shade along the jungle track
then set off again when a zebra came insight
in his stripey colors that were black and white
fox he was so happy with his holiday
his adventure he enjoyed in this land so faraway
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
theres a bumble bee in my garden as funny chap is he
buzzing round the flowers and all around the tree
with his stripey suit as funny as can be
flying round my garden so wild and oh so free
he lands upon the flowers as gentle as can be
******* out the pollen such a sight to see
then off he flies away back to his little nest
then he goes to sleep to have his little rest
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 8:08 AM UTC
On the horizon, I want to see,
four elephants marching slowly to be
joined by two zebras in stripey white coats,three stoats with hair tinted,a polar bear minted and in a sign of the times,a cavalcade of ***** that walk in straight lines.
On the horizon, I want to see
the new moon arising and setting for me,
Jupiter calling,Mars at war falling in love with his Venus and Uranus can do as it pleases, while in the lap of Saturn I map out my eyes on
what I would like to see on the horizon.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC
when i was in the garden i saw a bumble bee
in his stripey suit a lovely chap was he
flying round the flowers flying all around
happy and content with his buzzing sound
buzzing round the trees and all along the plants
landed on the rose bush and did a little dance
i sat there a while and watched him having fun
then he flew away underneath the sun
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
FUNNY FELLA
You wear a coat of many colours.
An eccentric soul you bear.
Your colours,
they're all stripey.
You sport a baggy jumper,
all full up with holes .
It flops from your lapels.
You jangle while you're walking.
My man of jingle bells.
They match your make up and your hair,
absolutely perfectly.
Your trews all brown and baggy.
They're just a little grubby.
Attached to your fragile ankles,
with bending cycle clips.
You wear a floppy sun hat.
In the depths of winter.
You're really a rather strange one.
Sometimes seen wearing flip-flops,
in snow and ice,
I'm told.
We'll see you in a few weeks,
as on your sleigh you play.
For in a few days out to play,
nice and neat,
all dressed in red.
You'll visit us, 'twill soon be Christmas day.
(C) LIVVI
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
when i was in the garden i saw a bumble bee
in his stripey suit a lovely chap was he
flying round the flowers flying all around
happy and content with his buzzing sound
buzzing round the trees and all along the plants
landed on the rose bush and did a little dance
i sat there a while and watched him having fun
then he flew away underneath the sun
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 7:48 AM UTC
there was a little fox adventure bound was he
he took a little trip far across the sea
he reached the shores of africa and took a look around
went into the jungle to see what could be found.
suddenly he saw a monkey in a tree
swinging branch to branch as happy as can be
he walked a little further and saw a crocodile
with his great big teeth that almost seem to smile.
then he heard a lion giving out a roar
did once did twice then again once more
he took a little rest and a little snack
sat down in the shade along the jungle track.
then set off again when a zebra came insight
in his stripey colors that were black and white
fox he was so happy with his holiday
his adventure he enjoyed in this land so faraway
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
theres a bumble bee in my garden as funny chap is he
buzzing round the flowers and all around the tree
with his stripey suit as funny as can be
flying round my garden so wild and oh so free
he lands upon the flowers a gentle chap is he
******* out the pollen such a sight to see
then off flies away back to his little nest
then he goes to sleep to have his little rest
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
I will not be seen by your eye
in deep grass and striped am I
hiding not but hidden still
until I know it's time to ****
Low to ground I hold my stance
hidden from your every glance
yet I know you know I'm near
as I can smell your building fear
I choose my timing to announce
now any second I can pounce
It's far too late to keep on walking
now that stripey death is stalking
© One man
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
Though her case was rather heavy, you'd never have guessed by looking at her carry it. Brown leather as I recall. I remember thinking that her maroonish poncho was chosen to complement the case. It was certainly not to cater for the weather. Rain. Something which hadn't been seen for at least four days by then. As you can imagine, she was not the only one who was fashionably unprepared. I myself was fortunate enough to have worn a hat.
Men with makeshift newspaper umbrellas cursed as they rumbled by with a diagonal posture of urgency. I suspect they were displeased to say the least. She however, seemed not to notice the rain. She stood on the platform as drop after drop it danced on her cheeks now red from the cold. She wore no make up from what I could tell. Perhaps a small amount. She was fantastically plain in appearance, not unattractive. But perfectly average. She seemed distracted. I briefly considered engaging in conversation with her but this idea was inconsiderately interrupted by the ever nearing whistle of the train that was due to cart us to Blackpool. Through the wet stripey air I could see the steam-cloud thin out and disappear to the heavens. As it approached she gave one last glance around at which point I made eye contact. She abliged me with a bashful smile and retreated her attention back to the train.
Setting her case down by her ankle for the first time since arriving on the platform. She took two steps, larger than her regular gait. and a third that would she her land but inches from the nose of the slowing train. I didn't scream. Or shout. To be honest I didn't know I had seen anything until the police came. Her case was filled with clothes, a hairbrush and a small mirror.
I got the next train with everyone else.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
when i was in the garden i saw a bumble bee
in his stripey suit a lovely chap was he
flying round the flowers flying all around
happy and content with his buzzing sound
buzzing round the trees and all along the plants
landed on the rose bush and did a little dance
i sat there a while and watched him having fun
then he flew away underneath the sun
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Dark stripey laminate
Sits comfortably underneath us
As we paint out a million colours
Into the dimly lit air
Silent tears roll off rosy cheeks
Yet somehow they are met
By the realness of happy smiles
We talk for what feels like hours
We talk about love
We talk about hate
We talk about monsters we haven't shared before
By the end
We are floating
Feather light from the weights we have shed
We grab our hands tight together and
Fly off to the stripey duvets next door
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
stripey girlie lost in the woods
trees fall behind you but your feet are now roots
Daphne's magick won't come running to save you
because, stripey girlie, you are too lost in your boots
pointing at little birds' tiny nests of tiny houses
hearing, not listening, to their creative social outlet
incorporating the spark into your very own eyelashes
seeing the world through another's survival handle
hear the roaring of the forest's floor as it breaks under your toes
crumble into nothingness and girlie'll be thought of no more
stripey girlie, pointy girlie, it was all your fault
'cause you couldn't hide your chip (from another machine) no more
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 6:30 AM UTC
the beauty of the tiger is such a lovely sight
makes me feel so happy fills me with delight
with his stripey coat as regal as can be
roaming in the wild roaming wild and free.
hunting for his prey so he can stay alive
with his hunting skills that help him to survive
a beauty to behold such a sight to see
this creature of the wild with a life so free
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC
The young woman of summer dreams.
Dark glasses, a sun hat and bright stripey shorts.
Sits under the trees, with her offspring.
The three of them together.
They're watching the colourful boats as bobbing down the stream.
The race to the sea began.
No crew to guide them.
No compass to follow, onwards they flow.
Riding little ripples.
Their hulls tickled by minnows
The children giggled as their creations flowed away.
They chuckled as they waved goodbye.
Far away from the 'hood, found something really good.
Enjoyed their day at play.
Maybe they'll make the sea, maybe they won't.
Daddy came to take them all home.
Mummy and daddy, children holding hands.
A united band, a family , cruelly missing in todays society.
(c)Livvi
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
today my cat had kittens there are only three
cuddled up together a lovely as can be
looking for a teet so they can have a feed
for the mothers milk something that they need
with there eyes still closed they still think its night
feeling in the dark to fill there appetite
mother she is lying in the basket too
licking all her kittens just like mothers do
one is very stripey mixed in with a grey
first one too born first one on the way
the other two are black with a touch of white
born very shortly afterwards. sometime in the night
mother she seems fine after all the strain
now her fat has gone shes nice and slim again.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC