Best Peeps Poems
twas the night before christmas
i was alone in the house
off in the bedroom
unbuttoning my blouse
while drawing the curtains
i heard a big thud
peered out the window
to see santa donned in mud
without hesitation i threw on my robe
rushed across the floor
then missed every step
as i ran for the door
outside on the lawn, there he just laid
binoculars still hung on my tree
it appears that old santa
had been watching me
i'm not sure if he was sleeping
or out for the count
but christmas couldn't be canceled
not on my account
so i ran to the rooftop
and jumped in his sleigh
in hopes that i could somehow
save christmas day
with the reindeer still laughing
and i in my robe
we flew off in the darkness
and circled the globe
so if you thought you saw santa
adorned in hot pink
just know that it was i
and not what you think
November 28, 2019
Here sitting are my Poetry Soup Peeps,
Comfortably calm within their abode…
Don’t stare too long for they’ll give you the creeps,
Plus one of them may pass gas and explode…
There’s Uncle Herman, the head of the clan,
With Lily his wife the veiled Vampire Queen…
Hanging around is Grandpa the Bat-Man,
With all teeth Eddie, their son the wolf teen…
Poor Marilyn prettiest of the bunch,
Never kept a boy even with her looks…
Her family would invite them for lunch,
For they all ran amok even the crooks…
Thirteen thirteen Mockingbird Lane, they dwell,
My Poetry Soup Peeps, Munster’s from hell.
...if anyone disagrees with this facsimile debauchery, please soup mail me and I shall remove you from the premises...
...the names have been dropped to protect my innocence...
...come on peeps, all in good clean haunting fun...
...there's more to come, I'm afraid...
...stay tuned to the same 'Bat' channel...
...(((((HAPPY HALLOWEEN)))))...
Fourteen lines
10 Syllables per line
Oct.25.2019
New Fall Sonnets
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I hope Emile understands...I mean Halloween is in the fall, right.
Fake smiles
Drifting from homes to streets to share your strength with the weak
Walking in shoes that aren't yours to claim you walked the extra mile
Only to remind yourself that you aren't just as meek
Sunset, darkness, lonliness
Look at how you leak yourself to sleep
No one to show you your kind of friendliness
Is it only now that you realise that happiness is less shallow than deep?
Yeah I see you
Pursuing the "best" of yourself without looking in the mirror
Perhaps because you know that all you really are is just a boo
Only, you keep convincing the world you're an important puzzle to complete the picture
Marsh mellow peeps
a wonderful treat.
Yellow pink or blue
all of them stick like glue
on easter , christmas or even halloween
I like peeps and pass on jelly beans .
Some have said they can cure the common cold
others say it reminds them of yellow slime mold
what can I say ?
it doesnt matter to me either way
but personally my favorite type is
the ones you put in the microwave oven
and watch as they bubble, pop and fizz
liquorice sticks
strawberry twizzlers, peppermint patty
all I have adored since I was five
hoarded in drawers, hidden in candy caddies, traded for with Sis and Dad, how we grinned
with shopping bags filled to the very brim
On that night of all nights when all nice neighbors did greet, each child or grownup with a candy treat,yes, Halloween. Costumes, some so easy in sheets they'd fly, wrapped in white with flashlights for eyes,they'd howl at the door and ask for their prize. Some parents, so absorbed, they'd complicate the scene by dressing their kids as golden yellow marshmallow peeps. So some kids were scary and some kids were sweet. Some children said BOO and others said TWEET!
When I was twelve
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my Peep.
Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals.
Their words come instantly.
Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words.
Like when I was 12, some I know very little about.
Just what they write.
Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games.
Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again.
But I did.
They all have one thing in common.
They "friended" me.
Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind
at first.
If they asked, I said yes.
At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends"
But then I remembered.
Some people are mean.
They say mean things.
They write mean things.
I had to let them go.
I unfriended them.
In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them.
I am down to 1500 Facebook friends.
Because the others were just not enough like me
to keep.
Worse, their words made me sad.
They never stopped being mean.
The rest are pen pals.
I know little about them
but their words...
This wonderful family I toil beside
How do I love them, let me share with you.
Theresa, loves to shop, spending her money.
Noveta, a finder of bargins, she keeps her's.
Megan, a home of green and yellow,
married a grounded fellow.
Chris moved up our ladder, as did Tracy,
from the bottom to the top by leaps and bounds.
Leanna, so new to us, we know so little,
but soon will blend with the best.
Karla has ridden the beast and lived to tell her tale.
Reta, not a soul she would not spell.
Tasha, so bright and cheerful, timed devotion to the coif.
Kim, with five buttons, she runs here and there.
Amy loves the water, where she shows her need for speed.
Odd men out, Red and Mike, oh my what they do endure.
Cheryl or Shirley, need I say more, we love them both,
she parks the broom next to mine.
VaLynn, not does a lie escape her lips.
Melody, a tune so sweet, and in her mind we all go trogging.
Dee is boisterous and effervescent,
a thesaurus dangling from her tongue....Hmmm.
And our dear Miss Charolette, she turned the tide and ran amok,
in our hearts, she does reside.
This lovely bunch of nuts that I hold so dear.
This place afar, I call my home.
dedicated to all my wonderful coworkers at the hospital
When you're thrown in a group
For a day or a week,
Compatriots are
The companions you seek.
You scope out the crowd
Or engage in a chat
And you know who your homies are,
Right off the bat.
It might be their style
Or their background or views,
But meeting them sure helps
Enliven a cruise.
It's possible there
Will be friendships for keeps
For you make a connection
When you find your peeps.
How can this be that others are better then me that makes two am I blue, nope! They write such beautiful words and encourage me so, I have no jealousy they are my peeps who love me!
To carry on the affection ,
Came by enemy's appreciation.
And deed to afford ,
To measure the ford.
Who take cleansing ablution of volley,
For making them holy.
Now making us delight ,
Who never get them in sight.
Now what? The life get commotion,
Getting always inanimation emotion.
Fantasy, fantasy deviates aisle in a day,
Still unacquainted! Whence elapse in a dark day.
Think I'll go on Jeopardy, I know a bunch of stuff
Like who's the first human to walk a tightrope in the buff
Sadly needed a poop
And wearing no suit
Pooped on the spectators, apologizing was tough
This wacky,
morning feeling
is here again.
That amused face
in my mirror
looks ready to burst
out laughing
when it peeps out
and sees me
peeping in!
leaves in green silk skirts
parrot pandemonium
trees green moss adorned
05 June 2021
Did I miss Anyone no worries part 2 will be coming soon lol
Alexis
Always
Laughing
Expanding on
Xylograph- this is a real word Alexis
Is so
Sweet
JAN- Yours wasn't easy JAN
Joking and laughing
About one
New poem I wrote
Silent One
Silent
In
Lyric
Even
Noiseless
To
One
Never
Elaborates
Dear Heart
Dedication and
Elaboration
Always
Ready
To
Have fun
Inventing
Artistic
Rhythms
Through her poems
Gershon
Great
Entertainment
Reading his
Soup Mail
He
Obviously is
Nice and kind
Eve
Excellent
Verity of
Inter thoughts and knowledge
Andrea
Always
Noticing her
Dedication
Remembering
Each poem and
All of us
Winged Warrior
Whimsical
Intelligence
Nonstop
Generating
Each
Demand
With
Artistic
Revolutionary
Radical and
Intense
Outstanding poems always
Reading them
Caren
Constantly
Aware
Reading
Everything leaving
Nothing out
Heidi
Helpful in
Every way
Igniting thoughts through
Dancing
Imagines
Line
Laboring
Intensely
Never seems
Exhausted
The night sky is darkest before dawn
Ere the sun peeps over the horizon,
Before I have stretched or had a yawn
The night sky is darkest before dawn.
While the nightshades are still drawn,
And the world is waiting for the risin’
The night sky is darkest before dawn,
Ere the sun peeps over the horizon.
Written October 5, 2022