Tag: strange poems

On Top Of Graves

I watched them tango
and do the lambada
in the very dark
and cold, in very little moonlight,
the smell of old broken men was in the air.

I was sitting on the this long branch
looking down below (quietly)
at the sick & highly twisted dancing.
The sounds of the ghoulish
was music to no ones ears,
but I listened carefully,
trying not to vomit,
as they continued to tango
and two step,
minuet,
dirty dance.
Until the sun came back again,
rushing them all away.

A Hernandez 7 29 2025

Sam the Invisible Man

Walking into a bar after a long ass day,Hey Sam, I heard them all say.

Sam replied they all said, yet i 

Could not hear what Sam said or even

See him, or at least I could not hear or see Sam. Everyone else in the bar did. Or at least I thought they did.  

Where is this Sam? 

I asked this old man,

Next to me as he took puffs from his cancer stick and blew swirling circles of smoky tricks with that stick. 

You can never see Sam, my boy, or hear him, but he is there, truly for surely. Right over there in between Maria and Sylvia.

The old man informed me, pointing with the craziest grin on his wrinkled face, 

To an empty chair, to an empty space, 

Next to Maria. Maria smiled, taking another swig of her Wild Turkey. Raise your hand Sam, she told the empty space. And every one in the bar began to cheer, hear hear! Sam is here! We may not see or smell him or even hear Sam but we all know he’s near. In the bar stool over there and the whole room pointed to the empty space. 

A toast to Sam the old man said with a serious face, raising his glass to the empty space. Everyone raised their drinks. May he never be seen or heard or smelled or touched ever again. Hear hear! they all agreed. Hear hear!

I began to wonder,

Perhaps this was something to ponder

Maybe i have lost my mind,

And it is i who is perhaps

In the wrong,

Perhaps seriously wrong. 

I drew closer to the empty space,

Maria had the cutest smile on her face,

And i noticed a golden ring on that empty stool,

So bright and so shiny and so sparkling cool.

I picked up the ring 

And I soon started to sing

And everyone did too

And after the song, I asked Maria who does that ring belong to? 

It is your ring now, my friend.

Wear it Sam says, you will comprehend,

Once you put it on your finger.

And so I put it on my ringer.

And I began to feel somewhat dizzy,

And my world around all fizzy,

And everyone one began to laugh out loud

Laughing at me so loud

And from the corner of my eye I spotted

A man leaving the bar; as he trotted,

Everyone was waving goodbye to him,

And he was smiling and waving goodbye to all of them,

Goodbye Sam they all said together like

Some out of tune chorus, 

And before the man left, the man winked at me, and he winked at Doris,

And I could see that 

It was Sam!

Damn! It was Sam!

He slowly evaporated from the doorway,

And said he could no longer stay,

And we all began to sing again

All the women and all the men,

And we all raised our drinks

And some of our drinks did clink

And we all laughed out loud.

We were so very very proud.

A Hernandez 12 5 2025

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This and That & TUTI

Here are two poems i wrote back in the 89. Not really sure what the first one was about. But TUTI is about my pet turtle.

This and That

Buggers are black. Buggers are blue

Snot is slime

And so is you, bright is dark

Dark is slime

The deadly mark, roses are red

Roses are fine

Breakfast in bed blanket covers head

Hang to a grape vine

So many found dead, with brain full of lead.

The river is blue, the sky is new

Flowers are grown

& that I knew, today the clouds are here

Today they are near so dear so clear.

A loud voice wavers through the openness, changes

Carried on beams of light, a lovely sight.

Art Hernandez 1-3-89

TUTI

He was out from under his rock

I saw him and quickly hid

It was time to observe with some luck, as

The turtle’s neck protruded outward,

Taking in air as he did.

He moved right & left and abruptly forward

Fish swam around cautiously

And the turtle watched them,

As he swam so casually.

Suddenly between the pump’s bubbles

The turtle gave a chase

The fish knew there to be trouble

As they met face to face.

Into the turtle’s mouth went one

Down its throat into its tummy

All the other fish were so stunned

I saw that the turtle’s face shone yummy.

Art 2-7-1989

Sinking

(Another ancient poem from the late 80s)

Bi-polar ultra-underwater pink fish
Find it hard to look at my dish
Which fish on my spoon
summer time fish do bloom
over looking are the sharks not too far
they love the taste of bi-polar fish mess
I swim away from this darkness
to find I was undress.

By AH 7-26-1988

Past & The Ways of Ways

Here are a couple of short words or poems i wrote back in the late 80s.

“In Memory of My Venture”

From way deep inside my heart,

I must lay down and sleep and

Dream. I fantasize the new world,

I dream of the old land. I speak

With a long tongue and eat all my vegs.

I wish to be as strong as a tree, and

Pertrude green fingers, and black bark

Will cover me. The birds and bees are

Within me, tickle me, the sap is my blood

And the squirrel is my love.

I dream of my past, and see far

Into the future. I miss my old things

That now I have no reality. I can not

Soak into a hot bath, and rinse myself clean.

I miss the tiny things, the fury things,

My past is no more but a dream.

Art 4-14-89

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The Ways of Ways

It was borrowed from Hell
it was this horrid smell
that I love stuck on the tongue
sticking out my mouth so long.

The birds all fly away
flying drunk as they sway
the smell is so sick
smells like an old hick.

I like the way I lick
the scum off my brick
sniffing the scent
of a flower bent.

Look as in to the ball
wavering softly above hill
cloud and stars and all
with a crowd of blue stills.
The Ways of Ways by AH 9 24 1989

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Deep In My Bones

There’re stupid homes

For silly drones

Floating alone.

Fluttering stones

With ice cream cones

I am mr jones

That’s what my mama called me

You see.

When I was born.

With this horn.

Sticking torn,

Into my head.

I am not dead.

The doctor said.

As I bled.

Instead.

A Hernandez 1 4 2023

Maybe by A Hernandez – Digital Art Abstraction

Spaceman and Spacecat

The spaceman enters the store,

With his spacecat meowing beside him,

He spots the deli and goes awkwardly

Towards it, limping from the pain

Of sharp moon rocks in his space shoes;

He spots the stars and the moons,

On the very top shelf,

“Can I have some moons for my pup? And two stars

For my eyes? So I can see into forever?”

The clerk agrees and hands the spaceman his stars

For his eyes and hands the moons to his black and blue cat.

6 17 2024 A Hernandez

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