Best Goo Poems
TEDDY AND I
Teddy is my childhood cuddly toy,
Who brought me a lifetime of joy,
He listened to all my baby cries,
Biding his time to reveal
His surprise!
I sucked on his ear,
Had a regular chew,
Whilst I spoke to him in
Gobbly goo!
One day I dropped him,
Ouch, he cried,
Don’t do that again
If you do not mind!
When he spoke I got such a fright,
I screamed with all my might
I was two,
Teddy too!
But intrigued, so poked him here,
And there,
Hey Teddy said, that tickles,
Which gave me
Unstoppable giggles!
We decided no one must know,
Hush he said, not to a soul!
Teddy as he grew older, look bruised
And battered, for which
He was well excused.
He’d lost his one eye so he
Couldn’t well see,
And always stayed,
Very close to me.
His arms and legs
Had drooped,
If he stayed up too late,
He was pooped.
On my 50th birthday,
He was fifty too,
A life led by teddy,
Perhaps lived by few,
He had been loved all
Of his life so much,
But his fluff has now become
Less, due to every hug, and
Cuddly clutch!
He’s still with us up to this day,
But is grumpy and will glare,
Jealous of hubby, a stare
Out, between human and bear!
Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their camp twist on Lady Gaga.
For Rick Parise Siju contest
Six plumed vamps, posed on pointe,and smiled lewdly at the judges.
Girls stumbled across the stage and collapsed into a feather heap.
Audiences went goo-goo for their camp twist on Lady Gaga.
For Rick Parise Siju contest
Patriotic Americans are disgusted with Trump news every morn,
all shaking their heads in disbelief at the prick who is a thorn.
With such an arrogant mien, his character is one of a pooh bah.
Always thinking he's above the law, as if he's king or maharaja.
Ridiculous is the new mantra that might be his campaign slogan.
It's just asinine and imbecilic. That's the opinion of Jenna Logan.
It sounds just like baby gibberish when he cries out, "MAGAGA!"
With Putin and Kim Jong Un as friends, who's next, the Hezbollah?
Melania read her script then returned to the annals of obscurity,
saying her hubby will lead America "by love, peace and security."
Lying words, she was commanded to read raised a few eyebrows.
I wonder what price she'd pay if to his agenda she'd not espouse.
It was reported that she swore and cursed using the "F" word
when asked about Christmas decorations, and was overheard
saying she didn't care at all about Christmas, and she was tired
of having to do things in the White House that were required.
One reporter said Trump's MAGAGA sounds like baby babble.
It'll become the new battle cry of his crowd, the motley rabble.
Their banner should be emblazoned with a snotty nosed child
throwing a tantrum, out of control and his anger running wild.
I know this post will not be met with agreement by some of you.
That's perfectly ok because you have the right to an opinion, too.
You can bash Joe Biden when on words and steps he may stumble
but as America's President, I fear Trump will once again fumble.
Can anyone be so blind not to see, by taking an honest reflection,
that he directed a mob to commit treason and an insurrection?
What hold does this immoral sleaze have over far too many?
With eyes open to reality, you'd see his dysfunctions are plenty.
I've never been a Democrat, nor a believer in the Republican ilk,
but I think Trump is a miscreant who'll keep taking all he can milk
from a country deserving to be held in high esteem and dignity.
But four more years of DJT will end in chaos from his malignity.
Spice doesn’t Like me Anymore
David J Walker
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
A taco would be nice
With a little Spanish rice but
Spice doesn’t like me anymore
Some frijoles with grated
cheddar cheese
would be fine but let me
add please,
leave off the jalapeno
cause its just No Bueno
Spice doesn’t like me any more
At one time I could eat it with ease
But now not even Chinese
That Goo goo Guy Pan is for a
Younger man
Cause Spice doesn’t like me anymore
So what am I supposed to eat
That doesn’t have just a little heat
There are very few dips
As good as Salsa and Chips
Too bad
Cause Spice isn’t nice
And nothing will suffice
And it’s hard to think twice
About paying the price
For guacamole with chipotle
Once more
But Spice doesn’t like me
Anymore
As I kneel down to this great monolith a black rectangle tablet has droned in through boundless space. My eyes rose with tears precipitating. A blinking of coup d'œil of a great being calling as an adherent red glowing goo comes trickling down my chin and neck from the bottom of my lip. For I see the birth of an old universe beyond invisible walls. and god calling was an earless wolf serpent with many quills and arms.
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit too surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four-man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end, you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
Goo here, goo there
The puppies are drooling everywhere.
Every-time I fix a snack
It’s a new puppy attack.
So cute with eyes so wide
Staring at me without so much aside.
First one, then two and now three,
Sitting in front of me like a row of trees.
I save portions for one and all
And once fed, they wander off down the hall.
When I eat, it’s so much like a zoo,
Now I’m left with three puddles of goo.
I met a man in a playful tune
Who had a thought I thought I knew
He said to me goo goo g'joob
Does anything sound more real to you
We were out standing in a field
With fresh strawberries dancing at our heels
In a moment a bit to surreal
Continue on Bungalow Bill
We moved past a four man line
As we slipped into dream #9
Being there for the benefit of Mr. Kite
When Lucy and her diamonds fell from the sky
A day in the life left tragically
Our mystery tour on a yellow submarine
The revolution of love has now left the building
In a puddle of memories out on the street
She held your hand to comfort you
The color of love now the color of blue
Till the bitter end you sang passion true
Goodbye to you Goo goo g'joob...
R.I.P.
John Lennon 10/9/40-12/8/80
Impossible mission for yours truly,
sans this dada to validate
those two most significant mentors,
no paternal biased trait,
(who I helped beget) enroute to great
adventures toward enormously
enviously exciting destinations,
thus birth father doth ululate
eternal burning tears boding
indefinite fare thee well,
cuz propensity to
become autonomous innate
within each body electric,
and offload emotional freight
unnervingly, unscrupulously, unwittingly...
within impressionable off
us spring psychs did create,
(especially thine eldest)
perceived intentionally deliberate
indelible, unbearable, undeniable,
unforgettable, unlearnable, unpardonable,
untenably insufferable state
psychological crimes, misdemeanors,
and punishments who bore brunt
regarding mine cratered distrait
parental moon unit gravitational pull
thus itching to break free
and cleared eighteenth circuit atop oblate
spheroid around nearest star
December twenty second, sans
(bench marked circa 1996), her birthdate
I unknowingly long fostered
execrable despicableness and did generate
antipathy, loathsomeness, vileness...
ripe opportunity she hightailed out our
reprehensible company she did hate
despising dirt poor existence portrait-
quick to compare/contrast our pennilessness
with rich Mainliners, where dire strait,
i.e. particularly financial since household
income equaled zilch figuratively
queued, hexed, aligned... with eight
ball, cuz we wanted progeny late
in life, despite afflictions
with mental illness
additionally unkempt, unsightly, untidy,
where chaos and entropy did administrate
residence discouraged "star student,"
nee repulsed offering extending
invites to any chummy classmate,
plus inapropos behavior,
I exhibited oblivious impact
analogous bing saddled to heavyweight
see millstone upon first born psyche
even now, she smolders
thus doth dissociate
with this "sir" and missus,
oh yes...much more aye could narrate!
Dr. Goo Goo lives in the clouds with God
Follow his instructions to the T when sick
Take two aspirin and call him in the morning
Right now is good. Never is even better
Fevers come with a cough and a quack
Not all doctors are created equal
Some live under rocks or bridges
Deliver babies when not playing golf
Goo Goo wears a mask at Sunday services
Performs surgery on high wires at circuses
Sports the letter G on white pajamas
As a reminder; Who is God and who is not
Surgery on tightropes, scalpel between the teeth
Comes easy with his degrees of certain certainty
With expertise he keeps patients in stitches
But do not laugh when asphyxiated
When the doctor falls do not applaud
Audiences should stay in their seats
For no particular reason
Safety nets and parachutes get lost
Dr. Goo Goo fixes us before we go wrong
Before we return back to ash and dust
From that stuff, primordial goo called humans
Who come with medical and dental plans included
the World divided
Sharp as Pins
Soft as Pulp
I wondered
which am I
the drunk at the far-end barstool
jawline submerged in stale foam
a man dissolving
bubble by bubble
Prickles
they parse me
with laws & Edges
promise Order
leave me peeled raw
flensed
a Skeleton
in Glass
Goo
crawls in
through visceral vein-scrawls
fever-sluiced
laughter souring
in the wake of a Lover misplaced
her musk lingering
like Smoke
lifting
then falling
in a house
where paint scales drop
across abandoned Rooms
the whiskey absconds
the moon dangles skewed
a nickel flung
above pavement
over a Lot
that doesn’t give a damn
Then
a Voice
half-Jester
half-Prophet
half-something that knows me too well
leans from gutterlight
and scoffs
Prickles-as-Penance
Goo-as-Grief
the Joke that scolds
the Truth that congeals
I rasp at the riddle
wedged between
Thorn & Undercurrent
Scar & Canticle
Logic & Mucus
a Body mid-rebuttal
against its own
Who am I
So I scribble
fist quaking
on the back of a losing Lottery Ticket
a glyph branded
a verdict spat
through broken mouth
a last gut burst
Love denied
"Healing For My Gracie-Goo"
**To everyone who may be reading,
I need a favor from all of you.
I'm begging & I'm pleading,
For healing for my Gracie-Goo.
**She's my daughter & been coughing throughout the night,
My poor baby's not had much rest.
Please pray that she will be alright,
I just hope she'll try her best.
**But to hear her coughing & going through this,
It's not what parents want to see.
Before she laid down I gave her a kiss,
Rather than having her suffer, why can't it be me?
**I just love my girl so much,
I just pray that soon she's well.
Lord send down Your healing touch,
And send her sickness back to hell!
**So now I'd like to thank you all,
For letting me vent to you.
I didn't know on who else to call,
To pray for healing for my Gracie-Goo.
©Jan.2023 Melissa Darsey (Passionate_Poetess)
The smeary fingers,
Left unwashed.
Leave prints,
All over the gloss.
On bright metal handles,
Drawers semi closed.
Up and down walls,
Even on a nose.
Momma said, "Wash your hands!
Your fingerprints,
Are all over my things, I think.
Makes the ins and outs of kitchens,
Grimy with goo!"
Not realizing of what she spoke,
Continuing on with grimy fingers.
The day caught up with me
And my nose!
My hands got stuck,
To my nose!
Rolling about on the floor,
I began to roar.
"I don't want to walk on my knees.
Or shuffle on my toes.
Please help me get unstuck,
From my nose!"
Momma just smiled.
Took a hot wet cloth,
Got me unstuck from my nose.
Stretched me out and washed me from head to toes.
Now I wash my hands.
Many times, a day.
Make many bubbles,
Put them in my hair.
Momma just sighs, "Try not to get soap in your eyes."