Best Popping Poems
*** RATE THE BATTLE ***
Rate your pain, they always want to know,
On a scale of one (least) to ten (worst — “like hell,” they say),
Although, I think, that should be reversed, because at
One, first, this pain is anguishing; wanting to be foremost;
Rooted under everything.
I see a numbered One level pain as insipid, blocking out life —
Like an iceberg
Able to sink a ship; with there being
One, only one way eyes feel when popping out from such pain;
One level of invasive emotional or physical pain that
Makes the soul groan and
The lips try to repeatedly keep their shortened breaths
Whispering, “Lord have mercy. Christ have mercy. Lord…”
At One, or Ten (by their scale again now), I refuse
To imagine even a peek into hell.
I refuse to walk on a bed of flaming embers. Blut, at
Nine, I might lay bare on a bed of unpolished, sharply-cut lapis,
Trying to picture some promise of miraculous beauty
Underlying the monstrous pain.
A Nine would keep me in a self-induced trance of complete
Stillness,
Holding my breath, before I’d let it consume all my humor; and
I’d try, yet again, to find praises in the suffering;
Wherein, too, Faith in God can bring the strength and hope
To survive the scales of pain
In favor of the whole spirit’s long on-going,
Felt rise in gratitude.
(Deut. 9: 1-3)
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(c) sally young eslinger 12/10/2022
Thanks be to God…
This special day Billy proposed
on bended knee with a ring and rose
Valentines Crystalline
2/4/19
Attracted by the different hues in glass bottles
My little daughter saw them lined on dad's table
An irresistible passion to savour their delight
Brought her in close proximity to dad
Sitting on his lap at meal times became a routine
Her eyes moved to his hands as he picked up his capsules
She parted her lips with a hope it would be popped
In her mouth too as he did with whatever he ate
Disillusioned that the green, red and yellow shades remained
Mirages to a child learning names of attractive colours
Next noon she toddled up the table when none were within view
And grabbed a bottle with the brightest red and wriggled down
Sadly the bottle slipped, crashed and the floor glowed with its ruddiness
One wail but her eyes sparkled, loudly babbling, 'Red, red, red!'
The next morn there were two rows of bottles spread on the table
Coloured gelatine capsules and tablets for old grandpa to recoup and restore
Chocolate gems in distinct tints for his grandchild to accompany him
But, it was grandpa's turn to open his mouth to feast on her tinged chocola's!
June 1, 2016
For Lewis Raynes
Neck-o-Flex
Twist-o-Flex
Single Roll,
Boogaloo
Scarecrow
Puppet,
Push and Pull,
Toyman, Robot,
Shamrock, Waving,
Eqyptian Twist,
Romeo Twist,
It's Funk we're making
Double Lock,
High kick, handkerchief
Apple Hat,
Splits, Knee drop, Wrist Twirl,
a Layout that's flat,
Stripey socks, bright Zoot suit,
Marshmallow shoes,
Candy Hush Puppies, big smiles,
no need for blues,
Waistcoat, Braces, a Cane,
Bowler or Derby hat,
Popping and Locking has style
we can't get enough of it.
Fact.
Walk-out, Electric Boogaloos,
Iconic Boogaloo Sam
He's the man who made Popping,
for Locking, Don's the man
James Brown, get down,
Breakdown, Rufus Thomas,
Everyone needs to get funky
Don't be shy, join us!
COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
(Dedicated to ALL THOSE NANCIE KRANGES!)
Bust it!
This here's a TEMPO...for ALL THOSE FELLAS...trying to do what
ALL THOSE LADIES...been trying to TELL US WHAT TO DO!
HEY...BIG SHOT...WANNA CHANCE?
Rolling...Rolling...LEFT-TO-RIGHT-OR...RIGHT-TO-LEFT!
PITCHED-RIGHT...PITCHED-WRONG!
Left-to-Right...OR...Right-to-Left...OR
LEFT-BEHIND!
Are-Ya...TOO-HEAVY...or...TOO-LIGHT?
Grab-a...CUP-OR-BOWL...of...RICE-KRISPIES!
SHAPED...RIGHT-or-WRONG!
Mars-Bars...AND...MARS-AND-STARS...at-corner
BARS-IN-CARS...Cars-and-Bars!
MALTS-AND-FLOATS...or...FLOATS-AND-BLOATS!
BLOATING...LOUTS!
JUST-LOATS!
They're...MEL-LOW-AND-YEL-LOW...or...Just-BANANA-CRAZY!
SO...JUST-BE-MEL-LOW...AND-NOT
Just...Y.E.L.L.O.W.!
YEL-LOW!
Rockets-and-Stars...BUSTING-AND-GOLDEN...STARS!
AND...B-E-Y-O-N-D!
Making-Time...AND...SELLING-TIME!
CHEATING...Time...FATHER-TIME!
He's...YAWNING...YAWING-AND-LAUGHING!
So-SKIP-IT...JUST-SKIP-IT...SKIPPING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT!
AND-RIGHT-TO-LEFT!
You're-Sliding...First-to-Second...Second-to-HOME...OR
FIRST-TO-HOME!
POPPING-AND-HEART-STOPPING!
Snow-Cones...In-The-Winter...OR-SUM-MER!
When-Falling-to-First...or...in-A-LIGHT-OR-COLD...FALL!
And-Mallows...MAL-LOWS!
AND-BEARS...YUMMY-AND-GUMMY!
Yummy-and-Gummy...FOR-YA-TUMMY!
Isn't-IT...JUST-YUMMY?
PITCH-IT-RIGHT...AND...NOT-LIGHT!
QUIT-STALLING...S-T-A-L-L-I-N-G!
Are-Ya-Going-Ta...LIGHT-THE-BOARDS...or-are-ya-JUST-BORING!
JUST...LEFT-BEHIND?
Left-to-Right...and...RIGHT-TO-LEFT...MODELS-are-SMILING!
FLASHING...32!
THIRTY-TWO...WHITE-CAPS!
With...DARK-LASHES-IN...DARK-GLASSES!
WOW...LIKE-WOW!
Glasses-in-the-Dark...LIKE-WOW...THAT'S...JUST-WOW!
Left-to-Right...and...Right-to-Left...THAT'S-EXIT...STAGE-LEFT!
Don't-Be...LEFT-BEHIND!
Are-Ya...RIDING-HIGH-TO-FAME...or-Just...SHAMED-TO...LEFT-STAGE?
As fall arrives, bright colors delight
Vibrant leaves play tag with my eyes
9/4/11
Have any of youse guys really noticed lately
Females are showing more parts quite shapely
Not really complaining
But I do find it draining
Popping my cork, I admit barefacedly
A pufferfish is soft, roundish, and sluggish.
Some even say slightly clownish.
Seemingly an easy target...
But when provoked, it puffs up and flashes a set of sharp spines.
If engulfed, it'll stick in the throat of its aggressor.
It's also highly toxic.
When predators attempt to cancel it,
they'll most likely die in the process.
If you haven't noticed, pufferfish are popping up everywhere.
Sometimes I see a hint of a pufferfish in the mirror.
Values.
The glue of society.
Morals.
The stitches of community.
These are the things
that hold a world together
But in the age of greed and corruption
The stitches
Made of goodness
That hold our world together
Are popping seams.
Sick to death of popping his cork
~ Ralph plugged it up with paregoric
I love when we sit in the hot bright sun,
add some butter or we will get well done.
Sky and water of ice blue,
better than the dull store view.
Oh! look I am popping so I will run.
Popping-glad roses,
lipstick red,
watered in crystal vase,
small as the ledge
of a pond.
pondering
those blossoms, yet to be lit,
with their potential flames.
ruffled scent of glory
in their short-lived story.
three will croon, late-bloomers -
still cocooned.
bronze deer nods his head
in amen-annunciation -
the hourglass upends the pond
in existential happiness.
Nov 2022
Take this pill for blood pressure
take that one for nerves
This one'll help you fall asleep
that one, weight management serves
Doc, can I lower my blood pressure
through a pill-free diet
You may be skeptical, but
this pill-popping patient
would sure like to try it
tulip heads popping
up from the terra forma
a wren digs for worms
I take too many pills.
Some make me feel ill
I don't know
Which pills should go
I guess I never will.