Best Nosing Poems
Harassing me for days now
Landing on my eyelid
Nosing up my nostril
Tickling my ankles
and every other exposed body part
Little bastard...
Fly-Swatter? Jack be nimble, Jack...
Folded bath towel? (Lamp destroyed)
Raid? Sprayed til I sneezed and choked
and had to quickly retreat outside
(I may have poisoned myself)
Little bastard...
Last night it buzzed me awake
I injured various body parts
(Bloody nose, ruptured eardrum)
Little bastard...
I want to murder it
I want to assassinate it
but I want to capture it first
pull off it’s puny little wings
and watch it scramble on the floor
all the while crawling behind
laughing, shouting and jeering
'How you like THEM apple peelings?'
before I jump to the ceiling (Boink)
before I stomp and then grind
in a mad and homicidal rage
Little bastard...
Epilogue:
Whew! I’m feeling pretty okay now
The medication helps immeasurably
I know now why they’re called Asylums
They are refuge from a brutal environment
a world dominated and controlled by---Bssst!!
Little BASTARD...
Categories:
nosing, angst, insect,
Form:
Light Verse
Waterfowler’s Delight
Clouded marshes masking what may come.
Suzy's boisterous invitation over yonder grass
Dark shadowed spreads set to entice some.
As the glow of the East begins to amass.
Newly anointed awaiting the first blessing.
Old dogs hoping the spark will catch fire.
Light of day upon the horizon pressing.
Nosing sweet dew upon the poignant mire.
Blue and grays approaching whiter shades.
Dark decoys amidst water hazed with hue.
Breaths of pink winds follow forecasted trades.
Nestling in, head up, taking in one last view.
Grasses, reeds, trees and limb begin their claps,
Rattling and brushing in a standing ovation.
Shedding nights tears, tapping coats and caps,
Encouraging shivers of warm tingling anticipation.
Night choruses blend with day’s percussion
Clicks and rasps of metal, wood and springs.
Last words, rules whispered in group discussion
Silenced by sudden whistling of cupped wings.
Glancing at time wishing the watch was there
Edging toward one half hour before this sunrise.
A single, lonely, echoing report from over there,
Waterfowler's delight, peeling eyes to the skies.
09/25/2017
Categories:
nosing, adventure, beautiful, bird, morning,
Form:
Rhyme
Winter blues are passing, making a place
for the healing Spring showers
the softness of their touch
soothes away the deep grooves of weariness.
The pleasures that spring showers bring
mending not just our needs also the needs of nature.
The tender green shoots of the spring flowers
nosing their way out of the soil, to feel enriched
by the sprinkling softness of a shower.
Animals also enjoy the warm shower,
using their tails as back brushes.
Watching all of these things bring
peace and happiness to me.
To walk in the rain along a sandy beach laughing
at the antics of the birds,
spreading their plumage like a ladies fan.
Best of all Spring showers means hope -
washing away the winter gloom
So I lift my face to the rain,
to look to a renewed hope, to Spring.
Penned on March 26 2013
Spring Showers 2 Spring Showers 4/30/2013 12:00:00 AM Yes 4/16/2013 12:00:00 AM
Contest of Russell Sivey
Categories:
nosing, nature, spring, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
They reap the whirlwind
Who search the gold-glinted sun
And moon on whispering wings;
Who float and glide
Upon the blue and misty current
High above the naked edge
Of earth,
Like eagles they climb
The whipped peaks of weightless freeze
And loft through miles and miles of silent breeze
They blast sea and sky
Wide open spaces in patterned swirls
Against the saber’s point,
Their whispering wings rippling
Rushing space, nosing ahead
Of tell-tale streaks
Melting out of focus.
January 12, 2022
for "Whispering Wings" Poetry Contest
by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
nosing, beautiful, flying, sky,
Form:
Free verse
You must think me a thick skull
You thought you had me too
Yeah, honey, skip to your own loo
Cause this one's already full
Of your brown nosing, so shoo!
Cause this cow will call you on your bull
Categories:
nosing, rap, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
Asterisms flicker
one sleek obsidian night;
solstice slips away
Snowdrop shoots nosing
petals into bitter winds;
first whispers of spring
Sparkling laughter runs
among the pebbles and reeds;
melt-water music
Bright blue, wet green days
wash away winters lather;
vernal equinox.
Categories:
nosing, spring,
Form:
Haiku
I walked alone, no other unicorn lived
In this forest that's called life
Nosing my way amongst the flowers
Taking in all it offered without strife
One day I come across a lost puppy
I looked down on him saying
What's your name, how did u get lost
He looked up at me crying
They didn't want me
they drove here and pushed me out
Shut the car door and drove off
I did give a shout.
Why do you look strange the puppy asked
Why have you just one horn
Though beautiful it is
It looks like you were shorn
I am a unicorn puppy dear
I said with some surprise
Some say I am handsome
But I can't believe the lies
They walked together through the glen
Chatting away like friends of old
Night time came they would gather moss
Roll up together warming their nose and toes
A family came to visit the glen
Mum and dad and children two
The unicorn stepped forward
This puppy needs a home with you.
The children loved the puppy
Can we take him home
The unicorn nodded wisely
Soon he will be all alone
My time here is over
I was here to look after you
I said to the puppy, my job is finished
Now you have a home anew
The moral of my fable is:
Just like the Unicorn
Everyone is here for a purpose, given time it will be revealed.
Penned oct 21 2014
Categories:
nosing, life,
Form:
Rhyme
a sestet
If I didn't know what I know about truth
I'd give a wink, join the ranks of the uncouth.
Logical conclusion when dealing with guile:
Half-truths are just exaggeration's test
hyperbole - inaccuracy at best.
Little white lies? spout off, and smile.
"Thus yellow does for white (behind your back),
when what you put for yellow's, simply black."
to quote Fra Lippo Lippi's epigram
In conversation with someone who lies;
one-up-put-downmanship is not so wise.
Pretending to lie is just one more sham.
September 1, 2012
Author's Notes:
Fra Lippo Lippi is a poem by Robert Browning
Categories:
nosing, 11th grade, confusion,
Form:
Rhyme
Just a saggy-sad dumbfounded Basset Hound
Got claimed at the doggone-it lost puppy pound
Just hangin' out now and nosing around
Waiting for my supper to get back from town
Hooray! A dog's life for an ole' English lass
Can't hear very good, my rep's rather jaded
Sprawl out by a tree where it's cooler and shaded
Spread eagle, ya' know? Who cares, I been spaded
(I just rolled in something bio-degraded)
Ah so! A dog's life for an ole' English lass
My pack leaders walk on their hind-quarter parts
Go figure how they mastered THAT get-around art
I tried it once ( No it weren't very smart)
Threw out my back, God bless my British heart
Sacre bleu! A dog's life for an ole' English lass
Ah ha! Do I hear the purring of a car?
Door slamming, uh-oh, this is rather bizarre
The big one is carrying that smelly little bar!
C'est la...Wait! That's French (What a POODLE I are)
Blimey! A dog's life for an ole' English Lass
7/6/2012
For Tanya Harrington's "Dog Gone Tales" contest
Categories:
nosing, pets, life, life,
Form:
Monorhyme
I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...
Asper daily expounding fostering
inchoate manifesting mod
er writ writing quality,
solitary scrimmage tackling
undertaking, yielding whir
ring, sputtering, kickstarting, and
buzz-feeding at competitive, communal
crowed did metaphorical trough,
where household named author's
top New York Times best seller
tier, overshadowing under
rated genre bending, breakout aspiring,
story board qualifying,
opportunistic newbie man
use script artful dodgers
mere dust collecting drafts,
anticipating to stir infectious interest
incumbent - at mercy,
tripwire activating quint
essential key, which anchors print
ting projected uncertain
popularity first edition,
awakening, guiding, nosing
asymptote analogy steering
reader toward nascent
scribe, where paper
back writer wannabe,
toils away incorporating subtle
(hook, line and sinker) techniques,
(albeit apropos literary
ploys, a true test tum ment,
viz sophisticated gambits
to massage late tint
prestidigitation abra ca dab rah,
sine non qua cogent
see kant, and tangent triggers
modest mien fortified, exemplified,
and downplayed akin
to unassuming Clark Kent
in his cape ably nonchalant
transformation into superman,
and/or more pointedly,
some original heft leant
to set apart striking
poignant implement
exhibited by aspiring
writer daily revising,
albeit gal or gent
his/her uniquely obscure
trademark, but
eventually keen agent
assays non-boastful writing style
im prim mature print,
sans unassuming swiftly tailored
harried style seduces seek
curing sincere overnight reverent,
well deserved kudos
comically marveling
at thee most im portent
salient strengths, per
hops hue moored opulent
quality instigates
affinity toward nascent,
bar riddle be, bill leading,
bud ding scrivener,
not necessary alluding
to a hypothetical outlier
thus, any similarity between the
above statement and
a living person perchance named
Matthew Scott Harris
purely coincidental.
Categories:
nosing, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Narrative
each thing living on
Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet
backards of arid-
zona an’ the holmby hills’
chlorine romp ponds drawing the
scant as blue blood for
the thirsty altar as a
mercedes to the
mccam bridge carwash on
la cienega for the
hundreds…each living
thing like coke water classic
from botswaniam
pools It’s the real thing walking
miles like dropdeadery girl
camels for a drink
sugary & refreshing
like rape…we miss the
nyc streetsweepers
for the bristletanks nosing
& hosing down street-
sleepers in the dross It’s a
lawn time in the ‘burbs
between iced long island teas
cold as charity water
from their potable
portalets…to scorches of
torrid pachyderms
...global conflict wars
for water not indeed
be in the solution!...
elephant you say tnaphele say I to
your circus mind say
is that your real nose bulbous
red like a churl beyond the
watering hole drunk
frolic’d sunned an’ bathed with the
peaceable kingdom
not less than once have you been
to thought fraught thirst to ‘nother
trunk?
H.e.m.-H’H.
12.15.MMxi.
ST
Categories:
nosing, satire, water, water,
Form:
Tanka
If we focus on the crocuses
Just nosing from the ground,
We’ll realize there’s a corner of which
Spring is just around.
Their little stems are poking up
With leaves all tucked in tight,
Just waiting to reveal their colors,
Much to our delight.
For when those purples manifest,
The season’s underway;
And crocuses will lead the dance
In Nature’s spring display.
Until that magic time, we wait
And need no hocus-pocus,
For reassurance beckons if we
Focus on the crocus.
Categories:
nosing, nature, spring,
Form:
Rhyme
Uncharted
You trickled your way into the fold of my heart
and every day went deeper since
toeing through uncharted waters
nosing to my core.
You’ve brought light to the darkest part of me
the sun have never seen,
with no more than an unarmed smile
you explore my tempestuous waters
unabashed;
uncovering a little piece of me
each time more.
Categories:
nosing, heart, voyage,
Form:
Free verse
Scrooge Named Ebenezer
Is highly allergic while a wheezer,
Whose middle name is Ebenezer;
Such a scrooge;
Will wear rouge;
Trump thinks he is a people pleaser.
Jim Horn
About faith, what I have found,
Is knowing when Jesus is around;
Wine in taking;
Bread baking;
One day I will be heaven bound.
Jim Horn
We had been travelling across a plain;
While we were moving along on a train;
Tunnel went through;
Mountain did view;
Where we forever wanted to remain.
Jim Horn
One day we did run into an oligarch,
Who on a sailing ship would embark;
Seemed so shady,
And so was lady;
In pool was eaten by her pet shark.
Jim Horn
Around for information we were nosing,
And part of it said they were proposing,
Crimes discovered;
Also uncovered;
All that Trump did start totally exposing.
Jim Horn
Categories:
nosing, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick
Do you dream in technicolor?
Or is it as black and white
As right or wrong
Are you guilty as charged?
Will you let your rainbowed passions
Break from their prism
Do you need a pot of gold
To stir them in?
Do you only see green
The greed of the fertile land
Where you can plant your dreams
Your technicolor dreams
Not just brown nosing or pearly gate goals
Goals turn your nails blue
And your heart grey
A vibrant torrid love affair red, the lipstick smeared on your chest
Love in pink
Dream the rainbow
Categories:
nosing, dream, wisdom,
Form:
Free verse