Tikki-Tikki Tembo

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  No Houses

Old school reference.




Like I was being born again, in breach,


my feet became pushed up toward my head, as I fell back,'




and into a hole in the Earth.




As if I was falling from space,


gravity pulling me back, 


I felt the world pull me down,


into its belly, 


like an unconsciously drowned stone,


weighed down by own,


grasp to reach up,


finding a way to get free.




Down and deep,


I fell, 


until I eventually landed,


flat and broken,


in the dark,


where water once grew,


in this dry nightmare.




Now, at the bottom of the well,


I search for a ladder of faith,


as I hope for someone to open my eyes,


back into the light.




I thought I was running away,


and now they think I am hiding from them,


yet neither if us knew,


I just simply, 


became sucked into the ground,


all by accident,


as I fell.




Down here I am without water,


deep in this well,


long gone days, 


drying up this source of thirst.


Down here, I shift my perspective,


high in the hell,


pushing the future back,


drowning away my darkness,


for a better day, 


in which I may get out, 


alive and free.




As I ran across that field, escaping my fate, 


I stumbled on the plank,


walked out across it, like I had created some sort of mutiny,


as the captian of the ship,


chased me.


Then, I broke through the otherside,


breaking through my own reflection,


as I fell,


no longer judged or stricken down,


falling deeper into the core of this time,


where someone once dug a hole,


for us both,


to dissapear,


then re-appear like water.




Down in this well, 


I am drowned.


Down in this tunnel,


there is no ladder,


that reaches me.


I feel alive,


as I slip back into,


the tomb.


I feel alive alive as I slip back out,


of this womb.


I fell down,


then I clawed my way back.


I disappeared,


then I found myself,


out of the darkness.




Submitted: June 18, 2018

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Long prose seems so hard to direct sometimes but you've done it quite 'WELL' here, Doc. I happened to see one misspelling near the end. I marked it for you. Forgive me my pun, I couldn't help myself. I did like the style different without being too left of center, so to speak.

Tue, June 19th, 2018 3:46am


Thanks Akuma ! Nice to hear from you :)

Tue, June 19th, 2018 5:40pm

Mike S.

Quite a bit of excellence, Doc!

Tue, June 19th, 2018 6:50pm


Thanks quite a bit, Mike !

Tue, June 19th, 2018 5:43pm

Criss Sole

I really enjoyed this poem. Very powerful metaphors. I could feel the hopelessness and the helplessness.

Tue, June 19th, 2018 7:25pm


Thank you Criss.

Tue, June 19th, 2018 5:49pm


Some brilliant lines in this one, Doc. I can relate to the falling down part really well, but I've yet to find the ladder.

Tue, June 19th, 2018 8:30pm


Yep, its a tough one; either wait for someone else to thrown down a ladder, or build our own ladder out, better even, just claw our way up and out.
Its based on a poem from my childhood, with the same title.( different theme)
We all have to, one day, climb out the darkness, if not for ourselves, then for another, even just for a brief moment.
Thanks Hully .

Tue, June 19th, 2018 6:02pm

Melancholic Wisdom

I really enjoyed this, your words were powerful and the metaphors were very clever and well written. The imagery was great, as well. You're one of the best on the site, fantastic job Doc.

Sun, June 24th, 2018 4:19am


Thanks for these words, MW, it has brought a smile to my face and my soul, I really appreciate that.

Mon, June 25th, 2018 5:46pm

Keke Serene

love it!

I love this, like seriously, I love this poem a lot. I feel like it should be framed. There's one other poem I've said this about and honestly, it deals with a strikingly similar theme. But I digress.

So this first line, gorgeous. Being born again is deemed this positive thing, spiritually, but in breach makes it not so good. Apparently, I was going to be born in breach, and that's why I had to be delivered by c-section. But I digress, again lol.

Beautiful imagery,and so mysterious! Especially the part about breaking through his own reflection. The difference between the womb and the tomb is so subtle, yet certainly striking.

I feel almost that the speaker is going through a transformation, or more specifically, a reincarnation- the differences between each realm separated by the degree of water.

Ah, how beautiful. I love this poem!

Mon, June 25th, 2018 11:12pm

Keke Serene

the reference isn't ricki ticki tavi is it? :p

Mon, June 25th, 2018 11:57pm

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