Best Peeper Poems
Ann thought her new beau was a keeper,
but Bob was a raunchy old peeper.
Bare ladies he ogled.
Ann’s mind was so boggled,
she called the cops: “Come get this creeper!”
October 13, 2016
When we retired we were so inspired:
To live free and rest from our labors.
This mobile home park has lived up to the mark,
But oh, goodness gracious, the neighbors.
Jay the old peeper can snoop through the creeper
And tell if the ladies are bathing.
At times he's been caught and the women have taught
him new curse words in language quite scathing.
Denny got back from the hoosegow and that
is the end of his meth lab's production.
He'll have to report to the man from the court
with his pee to avoid re-induction.
Jen basks in the sun and we all see her bum
Though we tell her it's not necessary.
In England alone she's seventeen stone
And her armpits are ever so hairy.
A lady name Myrtle we call snapping turtle
(You never know when she'll attack you)
keeps her trailer quite clean but she's viciously mean
And if talked to she'll snap right back at you.
There are neighbors with tone, who have made themselves known
And we're so glad to know they reside here,
But an odd PhD and a master's degree
Can't compete with the felons that bide here.
Spring peepers
stop peeping. A satellite
crosses sky. One peeper keeps peeping
in time to the satellite blinking, an eye.
Deep thinking.
She laces this dark late winter's evening
with white manna grace,
flowing flying frosting
folding in and over and around
dark naked tree limbs
Dressed up and out
under ice limned networks
down in-flowing rivers
emptying onto cold cover
of frozen lace-flake
shivering shimmering
sad season
Hovers over what had been
pedestrian front predation lawn,
now transforming and mesmerizing
ecstatic ice crystals
Twinkle in response
as their ice-flame children
follow in post solstice pilgrim path
to die their individuality
within this here-now scurried view.
I smile, perhaps flirtatiously,
within shy winter's virgin dream,
a stubborn storm of snow
softly settling
quieter than white noise still
so so civilly right,
a silent black then white
bright moving set
frames a roundly wonderful life.
S/he is not smiling back;
I know that
But I feel this cold embrace
teasing tickling of too-perfect beauty,
hope imagining S/he could sleep
within heaven's blanket
Dream down Her winter's rain
for deep composting thirst
to drink through walls of hibernating glad
brewing spring's warmest winding offer.
This could go on all night
free of freezing fright
This reverse stalking
inside window peeper out
across front and back porches
Glazing Gaia's grace
elational transfiguration,
silent musing ecodrama
shows off Her magic show
for those with ears to see
through silent first snow
of momentous perennial occasion
Falling just in time
to brighten this sad day for dreams
of Beloved black in white Communions
spreading EarthMother's silent storm
Of love,
impossible to ever sleep
deep same again
Unlikely to become unlover,
to uncover
supremely white slippery cover.
Such elegant purgation grace!
I would dishonor Her
to break such silent sleep
within surrender's coldly storming space.
Archie A. Agag, the American Idol Kaiser
Be hiding in an underground concrete bunker
Closed-eyed hate peeper sleepy late-riser
Dreaming of a bottom end H-bomb dumpster
Enter the REM meltdown maelstrom at every kiosk money mall
F-18's flying overhead the puny ant farm military parade
General Moronika making the Armageddon mushroom last call
Hells bells raining warning chimes on a pre-empt air raid
Idiocy is the devalued political currency ... a burn paper destiny
Jumbled lunacy is getting no checks-and-balance power scrutiny
Kaboom! Ain’t no more children in the classrooms
Love Apprentice Style for the siren sound of the war drums
Mutated babies delivered in M.A.S.H triage tombs
Nuclear jacks wanna be Scar boss king of the jungle beanstalk
Opioid delusions is giving ‘em rash hash hallucinations in bulk
Point the deadly sniper scope at the fleeing downtrodden refugees
Que the funeral violins upon the released vials of chemical disease
Recommendations coming from all butt-licking tongues on knees
Sanity trailblazers are on a sabbatical vacation from the con cartoons
Temple of Doom rescue ... Indiana Jones Hans Solo ain’t coming soon
Uncle Sam sez that permanent peace can only come thru war
Visions of propaganda lust being televised on a nonstop snore
Witness the apocalypse now being sold as coming-to-you later
X marks the spot where the patients zero fled from the crater
Yellowstone sulfuric lies be bubbling up to an AAA barren surface
Zuni sunrise setting on glow-in-the-dark places ablaze purchased
Words of Warner is the title of my second book, coming soon
Author, songwriter, musician, producer, philosopher, poet
Recognized as a poet of merit International Society of Poets
Nominated as poet of the year 2007 by The Society of Poets
Editors choice award, Howard Ely managing editor poetry.com
Romance rhyme rant ribaldry rhythmic lyrics patriotic and more
Collection of titles
Bazooka Joe is Gum, Belated, Be Kind, Big Brown Eyes
American Time, Arizona spring, ABC's of Pie, Amazing
X rated: Hedgehog, Miss Honey Lynn, **** star Prayer
Tumultuous Traveler, Tom’s a Peeper, Time, Tomorrow
Easter Acrostic, Every day is Father's day, Easter Cross
Rock ‘n Roll Dream, Renegade Man, Rising from the East
and so much more
petunia
Prays in the pew
A funnel shaped flower
Petulant to pettle
The petty officer's
Phallus.
petunia
Makes earnest petiton,
A deep redish purple
Showing sudden impatience
For the inlisted man's
Pestle.
petunia
Perfects her worship,
A melodic soft velvet
Reciting impassioned pleas
For the Pontifex's
Poppycock.
petunia
Flutters above paradise,
Tremulous and agitated
Peaked with peace offerings
For that patrician's
Peeper.
petunia
Patrols the parapet,
Her sweet scented petals
Have a penchant for Patrick.
It's Passion Week
For the penetrant papa.
Tom Fowler was a chimney sweeper
who was also a window peeper.
Caught black-handed
folks demanded
Fowler be made a breathless sleeper.
Wit wears wonder well
Touching tale truth tells
Solemn signage spells
Linger lasting light
Streaming soothing sights
Fling feisty fond flights
Nowhere near nice norms
Dazzle dusty dorm
Freeze-frame fuzzy form
Charm cheers crazy choice
Prune peachy plant poise
Vibrant versions voice
Confront cream crimson
Brave bubbly blossoms
Address aid awesome
See success stable
Treasure time travel
Meet mindset marvel
Sanguine smiles succinct
Defy deeds distinct
Ink intuits instincts
Achieve ample ask
Beliefs branding bask
Troubles temper task
Lovers lusting loft
Sampling stories soft
Fizzle flowing froth
Jester joins just joke
Peeper prompting poke
Crazy custom chokes
Sense stormy seas surge
Piquant poignant purge
Unzip urgent urge
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2015
Singapore
Oh death,
You are ugly!
Get away from me!
Each time you laugh
Your guttural laugh,
Like a Python,
I know you have devoured
Another poor soul
I know because evil forest
Lives next door
Every witching hour,
I observe your lifeless victims
From my tiny window,
Where I plead my own case
As they ferret one unfortunate soul case after another
To the church yard
No one knows who is next
Or what hour you will cold-cock
Even the most vicious witch,
Witch doctors are impotent
When you register for them
Your confederate earth and earth worm
Know not to pique you
For fear of famishing
The day a coffin maker
Swears at you,
He goes home without a bounty
Doctors who snooze with cadavers
Shudder ceaselessly when you sneeze
A morgue attendant
Would rather have his eyes plucked out
Than peep through the window of a morgue;
For angst of what lays in wait...
What the peeper has spied
The maw cannot orate
An obdurate hover,
Knows not to stalk
A soul case into it's crypt
For death angst
I have hailed you Ozoemena
And christened my folks Onwubiko
That has not pacified you
You have only lent a deaf ear
To my feverish entreaties
Tonight,
I shall restrain all sacrifices to you
And your allies
I have heard of a sure-fire Ace
Who once bequeathed you
An undying pin-fall
Before you skedaddled from Hades
And commenced afflicting everyone
The poor and rich
Are at your mercy
My folks and I
Shall seek solace in the sure-fire Ace
Oh!
I see your guttural laugh dissipating!
Because you know
He is coming to judge
The living and the dead
Death, concoct yourself
You will not be passed over
Your internment is at hand
As our people ventilate: death dey smell
You have caused enough pain, sorrow and suffering
To our people
When the master descends on you,
You shall get an overdose
Of your own pills
Death,
You are already ugly;
You are going to look
Even uglier six feet under!
Murk Rammer froze as he felt the nuzzle
of a snub-nosed thirty-eight’s deadly muzzle.
Louis The Retch poked it into his back.
“The jig’s up, Rammer. I ain’t cuttin’ no slack.”
Murk had been tricked by a double-crossing dame,
alias “Frigitte,” he didn’t know her real name.
She’d been his undoing, that cute little louse,
undoing the buttons on her bulging blouse,
then slipping out of her slip and her hose,
and her holster too; yeah, she had one of those.
He’d fallen for Frigitte, completely deluded.
She’d come on strong, delightfully denuded.
She’d kissed him hard and let him get a good grab,
but when he dozed off she skipped out and blabbed.
The shamed shamus woke up and found a clue
and went to a warehouse -- a decision he’d rue.
He’d fallen for the ruse, he’d taken the bait,
and walked right in to a date with fate.
That darn dame had put him on the spot.
He was one peeved peeper who’d loved for naught.
The warehouse was full of contraband goods.
They belonged to The Retch, a sleazeball hood --
lead falcons from “Malta” and vases from “Ming,”
dubious diamonds and other blarney-ish bling,
a lading of lies from a smug little smuggler,
who played for keeps and went for the jugular.
And now The Retch had gotten the drop.
No chance for Murk to call for the cops.
“It’s curtains for you,” the Retched one said,
“The only way out is to go down dead.”
“You win,” Murk said, with a little shrug.
He knew he was beat and waited for the slug.
A bullet in the back was the final payoff.
Fat chance The Retch would decide to lay off.
Murk heard the click of a cocked-back hammer
and waited for death in his taciturn manner.
Bang! went a gun – but not the thirty-eight.
The shot came from someone hiding behind a crate.
The Retch went down with blood on his chest,
then high heels approached; you know the rest.
Bad girl Frigitte leapt into Murk’s arms.
She just couldn’t stand to see him harmed.
And that had been Murk’s ace in the hole,
playing so well the Romeo role.
He wrapped his arms around Frigitte’s waist
and their mouths joined together, such a spicy taste!
Then he took her hand and led her out
into rain washed streets where wet shadows slouched.
Did Murk turn Frigitte in to the cops?
Or let love fill his head with mushy slop?
The ending of this tale I’ll leave up to you,
but as for me, I haven’t a clue.
Doctors getting exposed like popes,
Caught pulling the rope a dope,
Falling down the entropic slope,
No integrity - can't cope,
Seats of power to dethrone,
Why don't y'all extradite your own?
If ya catch a sleeper near ya,
Take that tommy peeper,
To the nearest theatre,
And expose that creature,
Its the latest greatest feature,
In reality media,
Put it on wikipedia,
We like, "Dawg, we hear ya!"
Stuff ain't black and white,
So let's punk these zebras,
Walkin' 'round like libras,
How 'bout we take their medicine,
To debilitate libidos,
Of ghouls in tuxedos,
Friggin' neato,
Now let's stop the peep show.
We gon' Murder, lazy suckers in art,
Not in the streets, are you a stinking sweet tart?
Be smart, avoid Agents Provocateurs,
Lessons learned from disturbed dealings with nerds,
I'm jealous of every one of you free punks,
Livin' lux' cuz you learned math and redux,
Methodology, just watchin' the flux,
Making rational decisions and earning big bucks,
Sucks to me be me cuz I'm a sensitive nut,
Driving the short bus right into a rut,
I once thought I was a cut above the rest,
Perhaps blessed,
But when putting faith to the test,
I found a lot of hex, and now maybe I'm vexed,
I realized my faith wasn't in myself,
It was in the rest,
So I went on a quest to discover why I felt,
And my feelings lead me straight to hell.
OMJeepers creepers,
Would ya get a load of these sheepish creatures?
Could ya set a tone of leaner demeanor?
Should ya live by the vote of some evil geezers?
I'm gettin' at the throat of some evil deeds,
I'm pullin' out weeds like, "who planted these?"
Some GMO seeds, like, "do we really need these?"
These things we see have an invisible leash,
I breath, I eat, I sleep, I compete,
I discriminate based on character for real,
No Little Bo Peep gon' convince me,
That skin means stink,
Look sir, I'm free,
To use intuition to see into you,
Sleuthin' through the politics that consume you,
Communistic who's who protruding through all the doo-doo,
You know this, Excentrix is super glue sticky dude.
Perplexed cross-eyed peeper, encountered grim reaper.
Unsnapped devil’s raincoat, castrated cork afloat.
On edge of the marsh trills a Spring Peeper.
His pal is a fiddler, whose strum’s deeper.
Together their tune’s not bad,
yet driving the neighbor’s mad.
Their hands over ears - still not one sleeper.
The fiddler and frog with their tunes mingling,
with sun in tired eyes and marsh ears tingling,
Both perfectly contented
though neighbors, they’ve tormented.
The fiddler and frog with their trills mingling.
2/3/2023
The Fiddler and the Frog
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Next Monday I get my peepers checked
Certainly couldn't be better timing
Bumping into walls, wearing Cathie's sciveys
For my 20-20 vision I'm pining
Fed our bird Tweety a big bowl of dog food
Fed our dog Rover some bird seed
Rover tried to fly off the top of his doghouse
While Tweety lifted her leg to pee
Hope I don't do myself some bodily harm
While hoisting my bum on the sink
Thinking they're making toilets a lot higher
A peeper check is overdue, I think
By mistake I donned one of Cathie's gowns
Felt so silky and sexy and girlie
But Cathie caught me posing in front of the mirror
Thought I was starting to act kinda squirrely
A real dilemma most unusual to encounter
During my very short stay here on earth
What it all boils down to is very bad eyesight
But it causes much laughter and mirth
© Jack Ellison 2015