Best Hopped Up Poems


Premium Member Soul of An Angel, Life of a Moonshiner

He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught the junior high Sunday school class and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side, he 'stilled' moonshine way back up in the holler!)

He was faithful in tithing ten percent of his ill-gotten gain.
(For his John Barleycorn he used only the best obtainable grain!)
He occupied the same pew every Sunday listening with attentive ear.
(It was rumored about that he also brewed some very potent beer!)

He proffered an "amen" at appropriate times and wore a suit and tie.
(He was renowned throughout the county for his very delectable rye!)
His tenor voice blended well when singing, "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord."
(On back roads he did a bit of bootlegging in his hopped-up V-8 Ford!)

He was the first to offer succor to widows, orphans and others left bereft.
(He'd run his still for years - at evading "revenooers" he was very deft!)
When folks were needed to serve on committees he was first to volunteer.
(When asked his occupation he replied, "I'm a 'Spirit'ual Engineer!")

At Yuletide he was generous with the parson giving him a beef, cash and pork.
(At the annual church picnic he surreptitiously passed a bottle to uncork!)
There couldn't be found a finer saint in all of Boondock County, Kentucky.
(He'll continue to "minister" to parched throats thereabouts - if he's lucky!)

Entry for Tania Kitchin's "Primiere Trophy Contest" Contest

This poem is worthy of a Primiere Trophy since it won First Place in the Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest in April 2011.  (Won $50 and an Outstanding Poetic Achievement Certificate).
Categories: hopped up, funny,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Outside

 A redheaded pileated woodpecker hopped up a tree
Barn swallows fly around me
Doves were cooing down in the dale
Other birds joined in, I even heard some quail..
    

While walking the dog in the late afternoon..
Categories: hopped up, dog, nature,
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Create What Will Become a Teensy Bit of Me

It began as an idea.
Hopped up on my dendrite highway.
Zoomed through my wide-open interstate and took me on a ride.
I was holding on as hard as I could.
 
A smile turned into a flat out worldwide laugh.
Idea one turned herself into upside down girl,
Flatulent gorilla, chameleon on a stick.
A poem? A canvas? A play? A book?
A novel? Possibilities overtook me
And threw me into a soft nap.
 
Ideas do this to me sometime.
To percolate prettily while I sleep.
I never color inside the box,
Because I do not see a box,
I always see a diamond or a star.
 
My hazel eyes on the prize, I took out my favorite glitzy paints and began to devour myself.
On a canvas, on the wall.
Drew the brush swiftly onto the wall and down onto the floor.
Never stopping, happily, zanily  out of control, abnormal to some,
Completely normal to me.
 
Beginning once again to create what will become a teensy bit of me...

Fully into the 
Kingdom of “be yourself” which my dancy, prancy muse and  I will leave
In my wake at my wake. 
Furiously creating a non-final me.

Written 12-14-2019    Contest: Creativity in Visual Arts
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Categories: hopped up, creation,
Form: Free verse

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Premium Member Haiku 4 25 2019 2

oak buds stimulate
the crevices of the mind —
hopped-up flowerage

adventurous vine —
the tongue-twisting succulent
of wildflower verse

4/25/2019
Categories: hopped up, spring, writing,
Form: Haiku

Horse Racing

She opened her legs then hopped up on it

She gripped it tight then sat down on it

He started to move so she began to ride it

She loved the feeling cuz she enjoyed it

She pulled out the whip to show that she was master

And when she swung it he began to go faster

She started to scream at the top of her voice

For the way he made her feel her voice got so hoarse

After a thirty minute run he started to tire

For this horse was no longer young he was ready to retire
Categories: hopped up, hilarious, horse, metaphor, race,
Form: ABC

Premium Member Her Intoxicating Smile

Her embedded dialect,
Savored

I become a speechless stanza,
Craving her conjugated inhales

Hopped up grins,
Engorge momentary lapse of pre-judgments

Grandfathered seconds pass my retinas with
3rd eye epiphanies, 
As she encroaches my textured tomorrows

How do I fly upon this gifted morn
When her lily-coated grins placate my Gaia wings,
Without uncertainty’s scorn

How do I breathe new breaths,
When her articulated verbs
Conjugate my silence

…

©Drake J. Eszes
Categories: hopped up, for her, life, smile,
Form: Free verse


The Two Gerbils and the Wheel

This is a story of sharing. This is a story of caring for one another and placing other's needs above our own. 

Once upon a time there were two gerbils in a gerbil cage. One gerbil said to the other gerbil, “Hey, wanna go for a stroll on the wheel?”

The other gerbil replied merrily, “Nah. You go first because you haven’t run for quite a while.”

The first gerbil hopped on the wheel and began to run and run and run until he couldn’t run any more. He even became dizzy and almost fell off the wheel. He was so excited to get some good old fashioned rodent exercise, but he just didn't know when enough was enough. Finally he hopped off the wheel and took a rest for a while. 

Soon after that the owner of the gerbils came over and said, “HI! “ 

“How are you two fellas doing in there today?” said the owner with a happy grin.

The two gerbils looked up at him and decided to run on the wheel again just to say thanks to the young boy for taking such good care of them. 

The second gerbil hopped up on the wheel first and then after two minutes decided to take a break. Then the first gerbil began to jog merrily on the wheel again. It was like gerbil heaven in the cage and the two friends continued to take turns all throughout the day. They even helped each other take turns at the water container too.
 
The young boy who owned the gerbils wondered what it was like to be a gerbil as he sat there most of the afternoon. He wondered if he could survive all cooped up in a glass cage too. 

There is a moral to this story. There really is!

The moral is you never know what you are getting yourself into when you live in a gerbil cage.

The second moral is that even in the smallest environments you can learn to live in harmony with one another and peace can prevail. It takes effort and it takes a BIG HEART too!

Gwendolen Rix
4-11-15

gwendolentoney@yahoo.com
Categories: hopped up, animal, character, environment, children,
Form: Narrative

The Girl From Peru

There once was a girl from Peru
Who really wanted to be a kangaroo,
so she hopped up and down 
in her frilly night gown
and ended up in the loo!
© Super Star  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: hopped up, children, children, fun, kid,
Form: Limerick

Premium Member What's White Got To Do With It

Black-blue and purple-gray, barred from florescent in amber we play
scratched across vinyl, we sway, arguments in amber we play.

Hopped up on booze, blow, and the down beats blare where we grind
the twenty-first centuries bruised gene pool is content in amber we play.

Fused in secretions, saps, drink thrust and dine whoring for more
like the short lived denizens of earlier times in amber we play. 

Alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway
selling their innocence as if it were blight
oh the pretense of love, found, lost or betrayed.

Drunken dancers grope for holds, bleary eyed strays
tasting the bitter fruit bone weary of fright
alive in the moment pupils blown, see them sway.

The disc jockey's spinning tunes stage dive, surf the floor
in the jaundiced light of bars where love's betrayed in amber we play.

Whites blown and blood shot, cigarette smoke a thick haze
jaundiced death walks to the bass beat as in amber we play.




SONG: Whiter Shade of Pale
Categories: hopped up, nostalgia, parody,
Form: Rhyme

Frog and Toad

A frog went on a day trip to a pond just down the road, where he met up with his friend, Ribbity the Toad.
They found their favourite lily pad and hopped up side by side and called the taxi fish to hail them for a ride.
They went right in to the middle to where tadpoles sold ice-cream and newts were selling tickets for a concert at the stream.
Toad had had too much dessert and felt a little icky. Frog had dripped it down his front and made himself quite sticky.
They hopped in to the water to swim and cool off a bit, then climbed out on to the bank to find somewhere to sit.
They talked about the weather and the kids were doing at school and the latest people living at the Grand Lakeside Hall.
Frog had brought a picnic of barbeque flavoured slugs and they bought fresh maggots with honey coated bugs.
They shared a bottle of pond weed wine and some chocolate and fly cake, which Mrs. Toad that very morning, had kindly said she’d make.
They said that they’d buy tickets to the comedy show tonight and asked directions to the booth; straight down and then turn right.
The pair sat and laughed their way through a very funny man who told them that his name was Frogosauras Stan.
He did dinosaur impressions, which is hard in summer heat. Frog and toad both laughed so hard that toad fell off his seat.
When Frogosauras Stan took his final bow, Toad and Frog decided it was time to go home now.
They went back to the pond and hailed the taxi crew and the fish moved so fast across the water that the lily pad nearly flew!
Once Frog and Toad were safely back upon the bank the other side, they shook each others hands and said their goodbyes.
Frog enjoyed his day trip to the pond just down the road and he really enjoyed seeing his friend Mr Toad.
Categories: hopped up, animal,
Form:

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine

 

                          The phrase is deus ex machina

                          But I seem like such a pariah

                          There's sabot for every machine

                          I feel like a closet queen.

 

                          Incognito or incognita

                          It really doesn't mattah.

                          Hopped up on so much amphetamine

                          That I'm tempted to be mean.

 

                          An alma mater with no alumna

                          Would not have pleased my grandmamma

                          The culture of the Pleistocene

                          Gave rise to the evil Augustine.

 

                          He had the morals of a Shah or a Pasha

                          That he precipitated a coup d'état

                          Being such a Philistine

                          He was the libertine-est of the libertine.

 

                          In modern terms he's so bourgeois

                          He allowed no femina in his Utopia

                          He was the essence of the obscene

                          He had the mentality of a drag-queen.

 

                          I quite identify with his aura

                          I must be a member of his diaspora.

                          So let me hasten to come clean

                          I beseech and implore your forgiveness

                          I pray for your mercy.

                          I solicit your sanction

                          For my disposition to demean. 

  

                                                        g Tiberius
Categories: hopped up, devotion,
Form: Light Verse

The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine

 

                          The phrase is deus ex machina

                          But I seem like such a pariah

                          There's sabot for every machine

                          I feel like a closet queen.

 

                          Incognito or incognita

                          It really doesn't mattah.

                          Hopped up on so much amphetamine

                          That I'm tempted to be mean.

 

                          An alma mater with no alumna

                          Would not have pleased my grandmamma

                          The culture of the Pleistocene

                          Gave rise to the evil Augustine.

 

                          He had the morals of a Shah or a Pasha

                          That he precipitated a coup d'état

                          Being such a Philistine

                          He was the libertine-est of the libertine.

 

                          In modern terms he's so bourgeois

                          He allowed no femina in his Utopia

                          He was the essence of the obscene

                          He had the mentality of a drag-queen.

 

                          I quite identify with his aura

                          I must be a member of his diaspora.

                          So let me hasten to come clean

                          I beseech and implore your forgiveness

                          I pray for your mercy.

                          I solicit your sanction

                          For my disposition to demean. 

  

                                                        g Tiberius
Categories: hopped up, poetry,
Form: Blank verse

Thanks Giving

"And the times of this ignorance; God winked at;
 but now, commandeth all men, everywhere,
 to repent! (Acts 17:30)

 Interesting it is, what gets printed
 in the fine print on the other
 side of a Business card
 especially on those cards that
 you considered flippant and flipped
 them into the jockey box, or
 slid them under the pile
 you keep on your dash
 seriously, how much is the thought
 worth? that one which came 
 from the card presenters mind;
 I suppose it is a write-off or that
 he or she makes more income
 than I; curiously enough, I have
 a card and it is my online handle
 my call out to name in print
 is Michaelw1two, simple for sure
 "when there is something strange"
 flowing through your brain...
 who ya gonna call?" presently
 what is your purpose?
 Is it "special"?, does it have leg?
 can you get a handle on it, or
 grasp the asp of it, or do you really
 give a shite? You might, if you
 want to live; in my universe!
 personally, I care, however; that is
 not my point, you are conjoined beings
 i.e. both flesh-terminal and
 spirit-eternal, are you wearing a capuche?
 no doubts about this; you spend most
 of your daze, sittin, shitin, pissin, dissin
 diggin... your own graves!
 responsibility, all yours, remember that
 "free willin thang? Can you hang...
 your heads in shame now?
 I am guessin nope! That you are still
 those mentally hopped up on your
 dopa-minded attitudes about your self
 interests and more focused on the
 point of your noses; poseurs plenty
 you all are! I'll bet that when you
 wish upon that star you think that
 star is you! blind little savanna monkeys
 you still be! listen to me, give thanks to
 the big guy, for allowing you to yet breathe!
Categories: hopped up, analogy, growing up, imagery,
Form: Free verse

Premium Member Soul of An Angel - Life of a Moonshiner

He served as a deacon in his church and was as pious as they come.
(But on the side, he sold whiskey from a thirty-gallon drum!)
He taught junior high Sunday School and was a Bible scholar.
(But on the side he 'stilled' moonshine way back up in the holler!)

He was faithful in tithing ten percent of his ill-gotten gain.
(For his John Barleycorn he used only the best obtainable grain!)
He occupied the same pew every Sunday listening with attentive ear.
(It was rumored about that he also brewed some very potent beer!)

He proffered an 'amen' at appropriate times and wore a suit and tie.
(He was renowned throughout the county for his very delectable rye!)
His tenor voice blended well when singing, "I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord"!
(On back roads he did a bit of bootlegging in his hopped-up V-8 Ford!)

He was the first to offer succor to widows, orphans and others left bereft.
(He'd run his still for years - at evading 'revenooers' he was very deft!)
When folks were needed to serve on committees he was first to volunteer.
(When asked his occupation he replied, "I'm a 'Spirit'-ual Engineer!)

At Yuletide he was generous with the parson giving him beef, cash and pork.
(At annual church picnics he surreptitiously passed a bottle to uncork!)
There couldn't be found a finer saint in all of Boondock County, Kentucky!
(He'll continue to 'minister' to parched throats in the county - if he's lucky!

Won First Place in the Soup International Poetry Contest -April 2012
Categories: hopped up, humorous, religion,
Form: Rhyme

Thanks Giving

"And the times of this ignorance; God winked at;
 but now, commandeth all men, everywhere,
 to repent! (Acts 17:30)

 Interesting it is, what gets printed
 in the fine print on the other
 side of a Business card
 especially on those cards that
 you considered flippant and flipped
 them into the jockey box, or
 slid them under the pile
 you keep on your dash
 seriously, how much is the thought
 worth? that one which came 
 from the card presenters mind;
 I suppose it is a write-off or that
 he or she makes more income
 than I; curiously enough, I have
 a card and it is my online handle
 my call out to name in print
 is Michaelw1two, simple for sure
 "when there is something strange"
 flowing through your brain...
 who ya gonna call?" presently
 what is your purpose?
 Is it "special"?, does it have leg?
 can you get a handle on it, or
 grasp the asp of it, or do you really
 give a shite? You might, if you
 want to live; in my universe!
 personally, I care, however; that is
 not my point, you are conjoined beings
 i.e. both flesh-terminal and
 spirit-eternal, are you wearing a capuche?
 no doubts about this; you spend most
 of your daze, sittin, shitin, pissin, dissin
 diggin... your own graves!
 responsibility, all yours, remember that
 "free willin thang? Can you hang...
 your heads in shame now?
 I am guessin nope! That you are still
 those mentally hopped up on your
 dopa-minded attitudes about your self
 interests and more focused on the
 point of your noses; poseurs plenty
 you all are! I'll bet that when you
 wish upon that star you think that
 star is you! blind little savanna monkeys
 you still be! listen to me, give thanks to
 the big guy, for allowing you to yet breathe!
Categories: hopped up, allah, angel, celebration, courage,
Form: Free verse
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