Cackled Poems - Poems about Cackled

...A cabin sees a creature cool from night of crawl and hunt in all of gravely stone and street in tone of light diffused by wane of moon a toothless gum with tutting tongue clicks her way like bats ......Read the rest...

... Dear Salacious Crumb, where did you go? I saw what Luke did to the sail barge, as Leia jumped off I witnessed the blow; Echoes of your ceremonious laugh lingered after that swift disappear......Read the rest...

...“22½ euros for a Martini,” Peter remarked, when he first scanned the menu. “It’s not like we aren’t going to get them,” I said, “we’re not going to cheap our way to abstinence." The waiter came and ......Read the rest...

...It's was snowing like crazy my woman and I were alone somebody rung our number calling me on the phone my woman answered the call started that Hello trip gabbing bout the weather said it was ......Read the rest...

...I didn't drink the brew because it made me twitch, and break out in hives, every where I itched. She cackled real loud, a high shrilling pitch, and hit the broom stick with a switch, and flew ......Read the rest...

...April 3, 2051 Dolly speculated about home, "the kids." And decided Skype contact before The dawn of day. Next day early morning. Dolly was thinking, "this turned out Completely different tha......Read the rest...

...Every so often the kids passed a pasture Where a divine farmer kept his sheep One night they crooked themselves in While the farmer was fast asleep They rolled with the grassy hillside Onto th......Read the rest...

...I shall do a dish and a dash and a ha ha ha making myself young, so fiddly fah lah lah so saying, the old witch gave a loud gaffaw her cauldron boiled and bubbled next to her bra I pretend to c......Read the rest...

... iv. By Thanksgiving, their machinations no longer discreet, Voices from the walls and vents, betrayed their deceit. My family revealed as demons in flesh-and-blood guise, Christmas Day was the ......Read the rest...

...I love spending nights on the lake. Once the oven-like sun disappears, things get suddenly quiet, except for the occasional hoot of an owl, crickets, frogs and the soft lapping of the lake on the......Read the rest...

...As if the house had landed on a witch’s vavavavoom, the door’s ajar, and my boy had alerted me… surely tornadoes increase the velocity of speed of a mom, to zero in on, a three year old. Forg......Read the rest...

...Aunt Marilda’s house and closet were full of felines of all types. long-haired, short-haired, tabbies, pumas, and mice-hunting snipes. we knew what we were inheriting when she passed on a rainy day......Read the rest...

...My mam used to clean at Billy Bulson’s farm, A magical place of mystery and charm, With geese that cackled and hissed and every day. Without my mam I’d have run away As they charged with flapping......Read the rest...

...The sparrows praised the morning sun, He hugged the forest in his warm- outreached arms The sun cascaded and grazed his fingers through every crisp leaf, Over every sleepy tenant- illuminating the......Read the rest...

...For My Pickleball Fans Lost all of my luck Behind net pickleball stuck My game ran amok you should see his serve seems to have much swerve and curve while with vibe and verve hard to und......Read the rest...