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Well here we go. Robbed of my dignity, I continue to write poetry. What's worse I think this one is continuous, to be added to or edited later. Drat. What a world is this.

(inspired by a particular website that has yet to fail to impress me.)


Gaping space and ickle beasties
dark and light and colored feasties
All be bouncing round about
Teasing, scraping, screaming shout
Teeny fry to mugwump's head
pain-house floor to baby's bed
All in one the same they be
to every beasties's scheming glee
In ever cramped and crusted cranny
they be scheming craft uncanny.
Beasties can't be made undone
Beasties can't be made to run
can't hide from them, can't them forbid,
but neither can the beasts be hid.

Black and mighty, felt and tough
wings that spread and skin that's rough
Evil smirking, toothy grin
talons gleaming, sharp as gin
drunk enough from mighty black
happy fades, senses lack
sucked by vortex wings are beating
dragged into the hating, eating
every joy its claws can reach
mighty black is there to teach
and if there's learning had from dread
then learn it well, or join the dead.

Shiny, gleaming, tiny flitting
dark and light and highly fitting
to the sky it darts among
from fluffy clouds by claws it hung
ickle beastie to be sure
hard to see, hard to cure
flying flitting never quits
eyes that follow targets hit
dizzy-making, dazzle-bee
flying paths eyes do not see
leather winging, heart-a-beat
cannot remain in any seat
confused forsaken, never deep
flitting flying bounding leap
cannot focus till its gone
no future, present, times bygone
once there's focus, once its flown
what's dear is gone, one is alone.

Bright and glassy, brilliant white
light in darkness, joy in light
feathers flying, unseen hands
comfort giving, light expands
taking all and keeping none
sharing, caring, inner sun
white like diamond, glow like gold
neither takes, nor dearly holds
laughing always, bouncing bounds
beasties sing and beasties hound
but brightness back them all away
so in the edges beasties play
and bouncing brilliance laughs and sings
and clears the dark, and hope it brings
shining, flying, feather light
to far and fast to see upright
as beasties come and beasties go
this beastie brings the most in tow
and gladdest is, and welcome met
but leaves as quickly, its path sublet
to other beasties, though they please less
by this beastie hope is blest

Many colors, wavery hues
flooding bases, acid blues
human beastie it may seem
held by none, in no esteem
in between and changing ever
let it be or flood the river?
asking always, answer never
wondering, wandering, pulling levers
warnings sniffed and labels slighted!
Let this beastie be delighted,
troubl bringing, ire inspiring
bloody, ghastly, grumbling, tiring!
Color beastie washes out
ignorance and stupid doubt
touching, prodding, poking poison
taking not tocsin nor omen
Carefulness not valued here
away from danger, never steer
ears a-flicker, no cares whereat
curious'ness can kill the cat.

For I'm a rover
Seldom sober
I'm a rover of high degree.
An' when I'm drinkin'
I'm always thinkin'
of how to gain my Love's company
-I'm a Rover, via Great Big Sea


The following comments are for "Creatures"
by Kitten Courna

Hang up my keyboard?
When I read something as far ahead of me as Stone Age from Atomic Age, I should despair. Kitten, this is bloody brilliant, I hope I can write poetry half as good in ten years time (Atomic Kitten Age - hmmmm?) But for now, I shall behave in a manner befitting an English gentleman, with calm dignity and aplomb. WAAAAAH, NOT FAIR, BOOO-HOOO!

( Posted by: ogg [Member] On: August 27, 2003 )

This was fantastic. When I read "ickle beasties", Roman Dirge popped into my head, but that's not to say that this still isn't original and great. Kudos to you. Even when I was writing poetry I couldn't write it this well.

( Posted by: Elphaba [Member] On: August 27, 2003 )

... minds would LOVE this.

I imagine a school display teeming with children's mini beast pictures, and this poem, the centre piece.

Truly, when my Nephew is old enough I will read him this poem, and inspire him to search the garden for those fascinating creatures you describe so well.

Great stuff,

( Posted by: Jasmine [Member] On: August 27, 2003 )

That's high praise from all of you, and I'm honored. I hadn't thought about this poem in a while, but you have refreshed the original inspiration. I'm very glad you all commented, and thank you.

Bob-A delight in a return for a delight. I am very flattered, and happy to hear that you like it still. I love seeing beasties from you.

Ogg- Now really! I have faith in your word workings...although I do like the idea of an Atomic Kitten Age....hmm....I think I'll have to work on that....Thank you for your comment and you're as dignified a gentleman as any *grin*

Elphaba-I'm glad you liked it. I'm going to look into this Roman Dirge, sounds interesting...

Jasmine- To say that you would read this to a child of your own family is something beyond praise. I wouldn't be able to say how happy that made me. I'm glad you liked it, and I hope for the best for you.


( Posted by: Kitten Courna [Member] On: August 28, 2003 )

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