"yipped" poems
When I met you,
my heartbeat fret--
something was incongruous.
And once frantic words
careened out of your mouth--
I saw rapid fire machine gun
rubber bullets bouncing everywhere.
Neighborhood dogs desperately yipped
and barked and howled
as your attempts to weave a conspiracy laden
tragic web of a storybook life into a net
to trap those who will listen unravel
before me.
Storm clouds darken around you.
The cacophonous pandemonium of your voice
and slithering slender body
are fascinating to watch as headlights dance
by while you whirl in the middle of the road,
***** drink in one hand
a plucky smile--
your green eyes glow like melting peridot.
With a train wreck personality,
your frolfing at a busy intersection
influence over some is astonishing!
The next morning,
through a haze of listlessness,
I understand what you are;
Succubus.
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 8:44 AM UTC
Above the black wood
A moonless, deep cobalt, vault
Filled with stellar sparks
Glowered, mute and majestic
Below, coyotes howled and yipped
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
When you left your childhood to become an adolescent.
Your mind was elated, curious and effervescent.
You wanted to know the unknown and try the untried.
You were prepared to break laws and put rules aside
Then you smoked me bit by bit.
When you saw any girl having beauty immense.
You wanted love between you and her to commence.
You looked at her with pleasing smile.
You held me in your hand with great style
And you smoked me bit by bit.
When you were in anguish, pain and grief.
You wanted some-kind of respite and relief.
You held me between your fingers tight.
With help of lighter you set me alight
And you smoked me bit by bit.
When you wanted to show your happiness to others.
With happiness and smoke you wanted to create smothers.
With joy you cried, shouted and yipped.
Then tightly between your lips you gripped
And you smoked me bit by bit.
Now I became your habit and your need.
You were ready to surrender and concede.
You were losing a thing which cannot be bought with wealth.
You cared the least about your deteriorating health
And you smoked me bit by bit.
Now everywhere and anywhere you cough.
You are sick and your end is not faro-ff.
People look at you with pity and ruth.
You fool, now let me tell you the truth
All these days I smoked you bit by bit.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Propellers ripped through the morning air. —Destroying the peaceful solitude. The yet conscious hikers stare on, unaware or uncaring of the violence unfolding. Circling like vultures, the shots rang out…Do it for good or do it for gold. Do it for likes or do it for strife…. —Each one howled and growled, yipped and they yapped, even the pups tried to keep up….—A lone soul listed with intent, just two hours before—— before they came, and took more than lives…
——but they also gave, they gave us this poem to read, and a lesson to teach….and a wish to one day live in harmony…
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC