Best Piper Poems
Like the pompous pied piper leading the way,
chirping his tune of a dawning new day,
frustrations were championed, oh how we followed,
the ego stuffed shirt of a suit cold and hollow.
From the top of the hill, he showed us the view,
convincing our eyes it was harshly askew.
Nearing the cliffs as if caught in a spell,
he fed us like lambs from his poisonous well.
Touting sweet taste of his truth well embittered,
ignoring the signs of nonsensical twitter,
rot with the smell of the nations decay,
we drank from his cup of a water so gray.
Watching and waiting for gifts of his gruel,
the masses assured we were not made a fool,
his promise of greatness was all we could see,
with great expectations of how it would be.
There's no turning back once we swore the man in,
believing bright futures were soon to begin,
blinding frustration gave evil its day
for the pompous pied piper to lead us astray.
He led us to thinking, all driven by fear,
then gave his directives so cryptically clear,
stripping the values by which we would stand
before the American dream had been banned.
Addicted to all the attention and glory,
swiftly he moved to remain the top story,
insisting on walls made of concrete and steel
built by the anger and hate we should feel.
Then some were shaken, disrupting his spell
and found he was stealing our Liberty Bell.
The fog began lifting and soon we would see
the piper exposed as the fraud he would be.
Time has a way, proven over again,
of playing its imminent part.
The shedding of light upon every mans soul,
exposing his darkness of heart.
No longer seduced by the piping we hear,
choosing to see through the veil,
Democracy once again fights to survive,
let us all pray we prevail!
-Jeannie Cronin
His line and verse flow like honey
Lovely, smooth, bright and sunny
A pied piper for me
He speaks of love in phrases pure
His words take wing, on airborne tour
Soaring high and free
Yet he himself is down to earth
Epitome of cheer and mirth
A humble soul is he
Always has an encouraging word
'Good friend' the honor on him conferred
The one-and-only Chris Green
September 26, 2019
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piper’s heart is full of joy
he scampers the water with joy
the brook gurgles a woodland greeting
balmy light wind twinkles leaves
they frolic in a lively happy way
the day is light, the minnows are dashing
piper scoops up some cool water and takes a drink
his hands are cold now, but worth it
there is a cough. He knows what it means.
He searches, but the woods are a great concealer.
He smiles as he glimpses the tiny white tail
of the deer as she bounds over a thicket
She is the pied piper of the floral world.
Flowers gravitate to her day and night.
They travel for miles to latch onto her dress.
She never slows down for them, but they catch up.
She is a magnet for roses, daisies, dandelions and lilies.
Lilly of the Valley is not fast enough to catch up.
I’m the piper man
Will you follow me
Let yourself go, let yourself be
The journey starts – but shan’t end – with me
O’er meadow, hill, cross streams we’ll flow
Deep down inside ‘tis your desire, you know
Imagine infinite possibility
Unlock dormant ability
I’m the piper man: Will you follow me
Vita brevis* ~ Life's meant to be free
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*Vita brevis means 'Life is short.' It's part of a Latin
phrase, 'Ars longa, vita brevis,' which means, 'Art
is long, life is short.'
A pampered son of privilege, of infantile entitlement,
he rode the escalator down, grandstanding his campaign.
He tongue-lashed his contenders, making them grovel
into silent shame, silent, scandalous, craven disgrace,
when Piper had his way.
He spattered spiteful splatter on his screeching penny whistle,
crude culture war caustics, the coded corrosive cacophony
of othering, of terrorizing, the Great Replacement closet
skeletons in every white supremacist’s delusion,
when Piper had his way.
The raging torches burned holes in the night sky,
from all the fuming, festering fractures they came.
He reeled in vermin, gnawers, ticks, fleas, and maggots.
From fetid, rotted flesh, the dead and dying democracy,
when Piper had his way.
The noxious stench permeated every moral fiber,
Every conviction was consumed by avarice.
Every flaunted corruption overpowered common decency.
Every dull-witted stunt became a predictable mockery,
when Piper had his way.
And thus, he led all the children of Hamelin astray
with his deceptive, discordant whistle squeaks.
He sealed them in his criminal conspiracy cave.
They never questioned his chicanery,
when Piper had his way.
And so, when Piper finally faded away
the defilement dragged on and on.
The diseased, depraved devaluation persisted.
The sordid, squalid, sickly stain remained,
since Piper had his say.
Perhaps Peter Piper did not pick a peck of pickled peppers,
Perchance Peter purloined them.
Peter's pretext for pickled peppers puts people at ease,
Pickpocket's ploy personified.
Personalizing praise for Peter's pesky presumption,
People put Peter's penchant for peppers praiseworthy.
Perhaps, Peter pretended to pick the peck of pickled peppers,
People should portend where Peter put the peck he picked.
Peter passed plenty of peppers to people,
Personifying Peter and his peck.
Prided peppers purloined or in a pepper peck,
Peter put in his pants pockets.
Once, kids’ eyes lit up while outdoors creating manual, playful scenes
Stories performed by Puppeteers were great fun for young and old
Today, they all seem mesmerized; eyes affixed on video screens
With parents juggling hectic hours, warmth is vaporized from abode
Trending now is video games; spawns of machines have taken over
Hearts and minds made as cold as steel, make you wonder what lies ahead
I doubt the creators are satisfied to have found a four leaf clover
As in the case of Frankenstein, don't be surprised if they try to raise the dead!
Let's face it, we live in a world of greed! Don’t expect a ban on video games
After all, they say, each one comes labeled with a “suggested” rating!
So, it’s up to parents to guide; make time to preview same
As this sophisticated pied piper, for a while, in our homes, will be staying!
~*~
For Yasmin's "Video Games Contest"
She sat on her butt for a year
Eating cookies, pretzels and beer
Now looked at the scale
And started to wail
God, look at the size of my rear
for Carolyn's contest
Sadly, a true story
There was an awful caterwailing and clamour
as the pipes filled up with air and swirled
today it was for an orange march
playing the protestain songs of inflamitary verse.
Many were the songs and events the piper was called to skirl
one day it would be dirges the next for highland dances
where amidst the laughter the pipes sang their tunes
some were ballads of times long gone, others were clan songs
Once he had played for a royal wedding in Balmoral castle
now that was a grand occasion with the final dance of swords
pretty girls kicked up their heels showing the odd glimpse
of underwear neath their kilts whilst their sash's flew freely
Nimbly they stepped around the sword circle
high on pointed toes for all like ballerina's
and still the pipes skirled as the piper blew the notes
the bag wheezing with the effort and force of air
Red faced he played on for hours downing the odd dram
to keep his lips a-pucker and to fire his blood
until at last all were done and sat quiet around the fire
and agreeing it had been a grand Ceilidh as the piper rested.
The pipes now quiet and deflated stood in the corner
tomorrow at dawn they would again skirl welcoming the sun
as over the horizon it slowly crept darkness changing to light
until there it was in all its glory greeted royally by the skirling pipes
Ceilidh is a Scottish folk gathering where much whisky is downed and many
reels are danced made more joyous by a good piper skirling and tall stories
told.
Happy birthday! It seems that time
has ran its course for another year;
the only difference, that I can find,
is that I love you, even more, my dear.
And The Piper Played On
The mystic piper paid his earthly dues
strange tunes he did so often choose
Notes that ring so loud and so clear
wiping away doubt and darkened fear
Yet each found this a false delight
shadows that lurched in evil night
Music set to lowly goals and greed
easing pains from a desperate need
Dancing in a deepened hollow ring
woes trailed all that shout and sing
Piper plays on in his standard way
as his victims spin and gaze far away
Stars spin away so very far, far above
this world needs more, always more love
Robert J. Lindley
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If Peter Piper got tired of picking pecks of pickled peppers,
and packed his jars of peppers, pickled, in boxes of newspaper,
placing them in a place that was picked for putting his peppers,
then returned to a different place of picking, to pick;
What, perchance, would Peter Piper pick, to pick,
in place of pickled peppers like the peppers he packed away,
and in what place would he put all his new pickings,
if his pickled pepper place was packed?
Pied piper Spider Spidy web poet of Lill
Jabbed by muse Arachne she got dressed to kill
She met her hubby Punisluffer
An web ballet choreographer
In fret and flirt she chomped his heart-a lovechill
this stunning lithe oldest teenage niece, daughter of
my younger sister, epitomizes a tall drink of water
(similar to the mother at same age)
What with her willowy young woman body
brimming with budding potential for breath-taking beauty
enhanced by her quiet mien
expressing itself thru exemplary artistic and literary flair
if asked to draw a character sketch anime or wax poetic she would demure
modesty restrains her acknowledging creative talents
so I thought to compose an ode in praise
of this quiet-natured adolescent teetering on the brink of adulthood
evolving positive qualities via the strength of said sibling
whose ambitious parents embarked to Spain
late summer found them bound for the Iberian peninsula
this brother suppresses envy at adventurous bold risk-taking
exposing offspring to world wide web of Europe
fostering cultural awareness, represents continuity
for I remember this youngest sibling as gently conniving for courage
to act on her je nais sais qua esprit de corps
as like an inner divining rod and faith in self
enabling exemplary example for motherhood constituting
both this and Marleigh (the second of deux whip smart darlings)
with the world at their fingertips as hands on learning
all the while insinuating courage to take life by the horns!??