Python Poems - Poems about Python

Oh, I'm a Limmerjack and I'm okay I sleep all night and I write all day I write silly stuff, I fry my brain I go to the lava-tree On weekday's I get hammered And write about thirty-three I write pretty poems I eat lotsa stuff I goes to the lava-tree On weekday's I get hammered And write about thirty-three CHORUS I write silly stuff, I fry...

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Homes at the edge of a jungle must be built on stilts or the dead will bubble up through the floor when the rains come. That is why, when the python eased its way through a wire casement above my head as I sat on the toilet. I was not that surprised. I knew it would enter the house dragging with it a belly full...

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Perky pink python plays a piccolo Perforated opossum practicing as pro Pretty prancing porcupine poke Pinocchio Pronunciation phrases performed in pleasing prose....

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Monty Python taught me, the more outrageous the better Brits were born with giggle genes, the rest got aged cheddar Being a Canuck Was partly in luck My genes, though worn, are still Brit-based giggle-spreaders...

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Craziest time... Under my sheet Felt something strange... Tickling my feet My wife wasn't there... She had slept at her momma's So I knew it wasn't her... That had crawled up my pajamas I froze for a moment... Lay stiff like a board Then I jumped like a rabbit... When my breath was restored I fell...

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If you feel too dejected to talk, are alone and feel dull as a rock, try to be at your ease, imitate Mr. Cleese: raise your legs for the silliest walk....

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CRYPTIC CALLS: i The night called out to him A man of plane fleet Gloved in illusion of machete and strength To beat out from the web of sleep And answer the howling cryptic calls: Cryptic calls of hooting owls and chirping crickets Cryptic calls with lurid eyes of a marauder A marauder in the parapet of silence… The chameleon has changed its colour The cloud...

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little coil shiver and shake tiny squeeze squeak tah dah tah dah anaconda arrives need any help? she asks python hisses a warning constricting a bit tighter louder squeak, then silence dinner’s eyes pop out python smiles not about to share her lunch anaconda slithers away...

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silent but deadly a python in high grasses sneaking up quickly...

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after Odumegwu Ojukwu after Chinua Achebe after Christopher Okigbo after Dele Giwa after Kofi Awoonor after Kwame Nkrumah after Ngugi Wa Thiong'o after Nelson Mandela after Wole Soyinka after Leopold Senghor after Flora Nwapa I am part of this ancestry black struggle For Africa to be reckoned in the world not of ancient historical context of backwardness but of...

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It’s not a love that’s creeping in her sleep. Though wounding kisses wake her up, her worn-out body – an old Indian make – resists. She grabs its head as it twists around her – both are tough fighters – loser will lose life. The fray on her floor doesn’t seem to end. This snake coil isn’t as hard...

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That summer night we raised our tent beneath the moonlit, star-filled sky. A day of hiking we had spent along Australian trails nearby. All settled in, did not take long- exhausted from the rugged hike, to fall asleep with nature's song of creature sounds soft and ghost-like. Before too long- asleep...

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Ten foot python log then? Well that is a mirror for the senses. First to arrive is a late morning whilst a skipping rope can traverse many waving beams. Travesty when using a pillow. Engrained in a pickle at ninety six degrees. Unfathomable by a curd whose pulsating juices ebb and flow. Like a forestry...

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She slithers out of her dress perfectly like a Ball Python shedding a faded coat of skin. And her hair floats in slow motion like astronauts dancing on the moon, like sun burned autumn leaves letting go of their mother tree, like a child letting go of a mickey mouse head shaped balloon. And in her eyes I can see and...

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I went to an ‘animal experience’ its something I won’t forget Sitting there on benches with a canopy to stop us getting wet The first creature we saw was a giant cockroach – it was sooooo big We had the chance to hold it I said ‘no way’ just put it on a twig Next we saw a giant...

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