Poetry by Awwa

1987 Goth

In-shrouded in the cloaking fog,
Oozing toward the sea,
The Green-eyed Worm,
Slowly slithered home,
And slowly...he digested me.

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River Be Damned/But Don’t Damn the River

It slithered
and stopped
sniffing
it looked around
in the air
and on the ground
It felt footsteps
it waited
"EEEKKKK a Snake!!!"
said man friend of mine
as he ran back onto the porch
We all looked o'er the rail
yep it's a snake
It was brown
with sorta diamonds
on the back
But no rattle
nor copperhead
Brown and simple
Nothing remarkable
I diagnosed
its pit viper head
as another friend said
"It's crawling under the cabin"
Lo, did I hear
in my mind's ear
the fear
of sleeping in a cabin
with a snake so near
Having seen some sticks
under the porch
and knowing what must be done
I ran for the steps leading down
and chose the first stick within grasp
Said snake was slow in the midday heat
he lingered near neath the house
I tapped him sternly on the back
he didn't like the that
Again I tapped and tried to turn
the stubborn beast that slithered
Then with weird transformation
did he strike and strike
and we saw his head burn bright
as copper in the fire
Pit Viper Copperhead he was
and proud enough to fight
To impel his head be a neat trick
to impress the ladies
yet life is life you can't ignore
even yet babies
I chose to remove
this fearful thret
from our immediate theatre
I saw the angle of stick to snake
and calculated the force
and as caveman did first invent
I levered the snake to nether
I can say I was there
and say the snake played fair
I slung it high and away to go
but with it said a prayer
Thank you great beast for showing yourself
an experience we'll always remember
and please do not repeat the feat
old men are not so limber
And the snake slowly slithered away
into the brush beyond the field
beyond the cabin

epilogue

We all slept soundly that night

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Guest Poet, Starship Ed

I am riding down upon a fence in the dark.
It is important to know
where it is and where it breaks.

I am running down towards a ford in the river.
I do not know the way,
the meadow must show me.

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Haiku

Sun glints off steel
Rockets blast, Men fly
The land does not care.

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When That Happens

When that happens,
I hug my pillow.

I hug it,
like I love you.
I gently caress it,
and call it sweet names.

You my love,
Are what I need.
Hugging Goose down and Foam,
Does not Succeed.

But Hug It,
The Pillow,
I Do Most Nights.

Love It?
I Do,
For My Own Spite!

And When I Have You,
Will Relieve All the Frights.
Love You, I Do.
With All of My Might!

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To A Honey Bee

I love your sweetness,
Everyone does!
I love your neatness,
If we all was!
You light up the room,
Like a Roman Candle!
Baby it's just you,
Too hot to Handle!