Best Ooze Poems


Premium Member Oomph Ooze Orbit

Pleasure primes pain,
Wit wonders why?
Glimpse gutsy gain,
Style sanguine sigh.


Fancy feels faint,
Big blossoms bulge;
***** questions quaint,
Ideas indulge.


Prompt payment plays,
Ask apt award;
Death delays day,
Reap real reward.


Action aids arm,
Buzzy blooms bounce;
Cherry cheeks charm,
Pretty play pounce.


Wanting woos wealth,
Migraine mulls meet;
Hurts hurling health,
Gloomy groans greet.


Desire dreams day,
Big blossoms beam;
Pure passion plays,
Dear dancing dream.


Sense sensuous surge,
Bright bearings boom;
Play plunders purge,
Greet glory gloom.


Bright blooming book.
Charm creams cherry;
Lasting lines look,
Love leaps lovely.


Soar sweet stanza,
Choice charms charade;
Apt agenda,
Poise primes parade.


Grab grouchy gaze,
Loss litters lull;
Doom defers daze,
Moments mimes mull.


Dare describe deuce,
Loose lines lessons;
Meet mindful muse,
Words weave weapons.


Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014
Singapore

Premium Member Ooze Lovely Ooze

Ooze, a squirt with perfect onomatopoeia
A slow leak, exudation or seepage
A slow plunge into thick mud sucked
An outflow all over, a disseminated discharge
That cannot be held back or stopped
A slow steady ooze seeps spews woos

Noise and Ooze

my commode has been making noise
that my wife tried to fix it
only to make it worse
and now it started leaking too

by the time i saw it
the washroom was flooded
and i’m no plumber to fix it
neither am i an idiot to avoid it

so, i did with manly mettle, mettle with it
and tightened, at the end, the right nut
for both the noise, and the ooze to prevent

we did leave home thereafter
i, carrying a washroom in ooze
while my wife, walking in perfect poise


Premium Member Oomph Ooze Orbit 4

Author aligns art, allure aptly aims;
Union urges us, unleash urge upstream;
Timely tales taste tart, tension thrilling tame;
Happenings hurl hearse, hurts heaping hoarse hymns.
Exploit even ease, enter extra ears;
Note noisy nerves nest, notice nowness nudge;
Touching tender tease, truth thrusts toiling tears;
Ink inner impress, images indulge.
Choice charms crazy cheer, chase confronting calm;
Hurl healthy hustle, heal hurting heartache;
Evidence each ear, etch explains embalm;
Apply aid ample, applause aptly aches.
Reveal rapture ripe, rescue rash rumble;
Toilsome troubles tribe, tyrant takes tumble.


Leon Enriquez
13 May 2014
Singapore


(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet with Alliteration.)

Premium Member Oomph Ooze Orbit 3

Flinging fond fun,
Reap rowdy run;
Play primal pun,
Soar shining sun.


Greet grand glimpse grown,
Blossoms boost bloom;
Spread senses sown,
Ripe riches room.


Newsy noise now,
Trust touching takes;
Expense endows,
Matter minds make.


Bloom brisk beauty,
String simple song;
Storm sweet sexy,
Stand succinct strong.


Soul samples signs,
Words will wild wine;
Deed dear design,
Beach bursting brine.


Amass apt ale,
Beer booze bubbly;
Prompt pulpy pale,
Appeal aptly.


Make madness moot,
Reason rips rhymes;
Smell spreading soot,
Calm crystal chimes.


Death defies deed,
Mood mind mingles;
Stillness spurs seed,
Touch treats tingle.


Voice vibrant verse,
Reach rude ruffle;
Tickle taut terse,
Mood moves muffle.


Spread sexy smiles,
Pray pretty play;
Gain grouchy guile,
Stillness styles stay.


Gloom governs greed,
Pinpoint pure please;
Nimble nude need,
Listing life lease.


Word wordy word,
Pain planting pain;
Herd healthy herd,
Gain gathers gain.


Leon Enriquez
05 May 2014
Singapore

Incredible Ooze

collect and carry
the weight of fallen stars
the flesh is a trophy case
for a thousand battle scars
flashes of bright intelligence
fiend for tight excellence
play cursed melodies to summon
the beasts within the black bizarre

oozing atrocities
supernatural qualities
high velocity
super high on chaotic properties

excited chemicals
gathering as a pool of miracles
coliseum ancient spectacles
consume rhymes like raw vegetable edibles
months feeling the effects
of astounding residuals
is this what it's like to be incredible


Premium Member Oomph Ooze Orbit 2

Tasty takes thrust,
Juicy joys jazz;
Blooms blazing buzz,
Feel feisty fest.


Ample address,
Claim calm compress;
Etch each express,
Tears tickle tress.


String sticky sums,
Special squeeze starts;
Cheery clouds come,
Humour heals heart.


Hoist heavy hold,
Seek solid strokes;
Fondle fresh folds,
Jig juggle jokes.


Time telling tale,
Love lines linger;
Sensuous such sale,
Feel form finger.


Ooze offers ooze,
Pulse primal play;
Blossoms bring booze,
Dance dreamy day.


Drowsy daze dreams,
Face fondles flame;
Sense soothing schemes,
Brisk blossoms blame.


Treasure true tell,
Love lingers long;
Dreamy dance dwells,
Sight soul self strong.


Loving looks line,
Prune playing poise;
Feel floating fine,
Verse verging voice.


Treasure true toils,
Love lifts leisure;
Sleep samples spoils,
Prune plump pressure.


Rustic reach rhymes,
Lines loiter lull;
Troubles tell time,
Name naked null.


Leon Enriquez
03 May 2014
Singapore

Premium Member Life Does Ooze

There are no guarantees life will be smooth
Where only great happiness through life does ooze
A bit of some slush
Enters as you flush
We usually put up with the occasional sad news

Taste the Ooze


Speaking perfectly clear,
let’s be Frank:
Put the Zappa down — 
Don’t even remotely think
about changing the subject
Swapping, swabbing another
into your wax-filled ears
Why does your sleep-glazed eyes
love to eat the sliming ooze
coming from those iridescent screens?
Giving you doughnut hole imaginings,
turning your brain into Jell-o jelly ooze 
Propaganda bottled subliminal messages,
you guzzle every addled ad pitch drop
of this electromagnetic booze
And your blank mind
love every sound-byte swig
of the unfiltered, intoxicating ooze
You breath, eat and drink
the mind-numbing slather
of the fear-foaming blather
osmotically oozing 
from the nacreous screens
Narcotic mother’s milk
given freely 
to the baby innocence robbed zombies
Daily tabloid bread,
of which you love to be fetishly fed
Water from the gossip well,
every peek-and-tell,
your teased tongue love to swallow whole — 
corrupting your voyeuristic soul
Frankly speaking,
the last zapped transmission,
no doubt,
will be to you zero suspicious
So oozing Oz, 
slimy wizardry deadly delicious 


This poem is a tribute to the brilliant music poet Frank Zappa.
A poetic offspring of the song, "I'm the Slime."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRnNDkHb0MU

Ooze

…one foot sucked into a mud bog...that next step ~

Premium Member Ooze

tension
out of doors
stretches
like a taffy-melt
on a glorious
summer's
day

Premium Member Ooze

Echoes of unease
Blurry poise dumps peace
Blunt noise does not cease

Stress in sharp duress
Morbid fate grips mess
Loud voices address


Transient cords now spring
Watch deep ooze time flings
Struggling vivid things


Here thrills and spills wet
That and this and that
Wager on lost bet


Variety seems nice
Traces of odd spice
Vice in lame advice


Fear now loiters long
Can the fake seem strong,
Or know right from wrong?


Zest seeps instantly
Oozing energy
Can joy feel lonely?


No much more to say
To myself today
Survive life's foul play


Struggle with more wit
Embrace bit by bit
Exult style that fits



Leon Enriquez
21 March 2016
Singapore

Premium Member Back Into the Ooze

back into the ooze
when we were swimming carefree
simple one-celled things



5/15/19

Premium Member Life Does Ooze

There are no guarantees that life will be smooth
Where only great happiness through life does ooze
A bit of some slush
Enters as you flush
We usually put up with the occasional sad news

Premium Member Does Pride Ooze From His Eyes

Silver and glitz,
Satin and gold,
Place oozes with joy,
A pearl-laden crowd.
Four men standing.
Grinning like half-eaten moon pies
One holy man, somber and straight.
A fancy woman walks in escorted by her son.
Three chorus girls make their descent, in matching dresses.
A little pink-laden girl with fancy petticoats prances past,
Dragging an uneager pouty boy along. 
The crowd murmurs, softly.
The long anticipated song begins.
Everyone stands.
Turns.
Hoping to have a glimpse of the veil-clad princess
Who is hanging on to the suit of her father.
Not me.
 I always turn and look at the groom.
That’s the real show.
Are his cheeks alcoholic red?
Does he look like he’s ready to hurl?
Or is he bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed?
Does pride ooze from his eyes as he watches his bride?
This tells me so much about what kind of
Life she will have after the
Big day.

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