Best Slops Poems
As dawn starts to streak across the sky
heralding in the new born day.
Feisty rooster already perched on the wall
giving forth with all his might, he crows.
Sleepy hens, ducks and geese scat for worms.
Low moos emitting from the milking parlour
mingling with the sucking sounds of machines
as they gather the rich creamy milk in containers.
Banging of impatient hooves from the shire horses
hungry for their grain, tossing heads and stamping,
loud neighs and whinnies fill the early dawn.
Soon they will be at work ploughing and farrowing fields.
Farmhouse door opens smell of eggs and bacon wafting,
farmer's wife emerges carrying pails heavy with slops.
As she nears the pigsty the grunts and squeals grow
barging, pushing as they search for tasty scraps.
A caterwaul of noise from the rookery deafening,
as they wheel and spin around the yard thieving.
Slowly as the animals return to the sweet meadows
life settles back to normal, until tomorrows dawn.
written 09/15/2013
contest Nature
Night and day night n day now eating his bread and slops
a quiet demented dreaming dreams of sea and soft skies
But how big the seas of thought run still in the captain's sleep
a mediterranean ships cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
Over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes
he can still see the ocean from his bed where he just lies
Lying he there now till the sky goes out and the sea stops
let us dust the china, feed the canary and sweep the drawing-room floor
Moshe, Larry, Curly,
Howls, cries, nyuks;
Three silly comic stars:
Smile, clown -- Cluck!
Chico, Harpo, Benny, Berle,
Moron grins, happy chins;
Crazy nutty comic kooks:
Funny jokes -- egads zooks!
Alvin Ailey, dance gaily,
False teeth: Brush daily;
Silly Sally, Dilly-dally,
Ollie, Holly, Mollie!
Belly flops, fatal plops,
Messy slops, lemon drops;
Harry Caray, Tooth Fairy,
Music Maven -- Chuck Berry.
Pitty-patty, kitty-katty,
Ticky-tacky, Cinci-nnati
Polly-Wolly, Wooly Bully,
Diffy-daffy, Laughy Taffy!
March 22, 2018
Contest entry in "A little laughter five," sponsored by
Edward McCall, closing date - March 23, 2018
Notes: Moe Howard's (of the Three Stooges) actual first name was Moshe.
'Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk' was a trademark line of Curly (3 Stooges.)
Berle is comedian: Milton Berle (aka 'Uncle Miltie').
'Egads zooks' is an exclamation my mother and others of her
generation used to use (frequently).
'Wooly Bully' was a pop song by Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs,
released in 1965; it soared high on the Top-40 charts.
Mocking Bird
Mocking Bird Mocking bird can't fly,
Mocking bird can't sing,
Mocking Bird is unable to walk.
She's not allowed to do anything.
Cold naked, all alone,
in dark dirty room that,
daddy calls her home.
Strapped in a straitjacket,
and chained to a chair,
hosed down and beaten every day,
never even allowed to cry.
not a word,
Her daddy wanted it that way.
Daddy called it love.
The last exit to hell in,
in the city of angels, a town they call L.A.
For twelve long years,
Her daddy kept her that way.
At night her daddy force feeds her slops
then chains her to her bed.
They found her when she turned thirteen
Labelled her the feral wild, child.
So she blames herself,
for her life that never was.
And She dreams in echoes of a life that might have been.
The experts and lawyers fought over her night and day,
At the last exit to hell
In the City of Angels, a town they call L.A
Mocking bird can’t sing,
Mocking bird can’t talk,
Mocking Bird cant even walk.
But she can only hop like a rabbit.
And She is now a free bird,
but she is still locked away,
At the last exit to hell in a town called L.A.
She dreams in echo's,
of a life that might have been,
And the mocking bird is now a Mocking Jay
Foe, she does not exist either way.
Even now She's locked in dark dirty room
that's black, blue and gray .
that The State of California calls her home.
Locked away in the City of Angels
A city they call L.A.
Echoes of a life that might have been.
Locked away in the City of Angels
A town called L.A.
Echoes of a life, that might have been.
that might have been,
In HELL a HELL they call L.A.
(c) London F. BuSS 2022 Coochie Road Australia.
Note. this is a true story, when she was discovered, she couldn't walk (she could hop like a rabbit). She was chained to a chair for 13 years. She couldn't feed herself; she couldn't cry, she couldn't talk (even now she cannot speak whole sentences. She is regarded as highly intelligent but State of California still has her locked away in hell.
Pouring down, non-stop for days.
Flowing endlessly in rivers.
Somewhere, down the drain,
Deceptive water, leaves the Soil bare!
Thermoelectric power generation,
Chemicals and effluents,
Wet processing or concretization,
Corn ethanol or vegetation,
Sewage, drainage and slops,
Landscaping and sanitation.
Its dwindling and still we have no hesitation!
Yes! It sucks staggering amount of water.
Still we need to shake people, so that they bother!
Who would deny?
We can drill till the last drop.
But what about the animals,
How far can we make them hop?
High time! Let’s change our perception, let’s widen our horizon!
Where ever we are born, where ever we may live,
Whatever we may think, but we are forever one!
Let’s pledge together to save water,
Neither for me, nor for you but for God’s every single creation.
14/05/19
In a Mediterranean blue cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
what big seas of dreams run in the Captain's sleep
over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes
he can see the Atlantic from his bed where he now lies
night and day night and day eating his bread and slops
the quiet cripple dreaming staring at the sea and the skies
he will lie here till the sky goes out and the sea stops
But seriously, you want me to do what?
These words erupted out of a startled mouth
As with as much dignitary I could muster
I looked at him as though he was uncouth
The words that caused all this kafuffle
….. he wanted to holiday in the jungle of Peru
Travelling native, expected me to agree
without a murmur, well would you!!!!
DISCOVER THE AMAZON JUNGLE BY FOOT, BOAT AND FROM THE TREE TOPS
This advert has caused the storm,
from a dry cosy room looks a pleasant idea
when dunking a biscuit in his coffee he slops
pictures look lovely and genuinely sincere
doesn’t show the rain that makes this jungle so
doesn’t show the wildlife, reptiles and giant spiders
cant run from these, nowhere to go
I read on the internet of its beauty and fauna
let me think about it was my reply
When my temper had cooled I said
Maybe we should give it a try
That’s good he said cos it’s all booked for and paid.
Penned 1st February 2017
Night and day night n day now eating his bread and slops
a quiet demented dreaming dreams of sea and soft skies
But how big the seas of thought run still in the captain's sleep
Pacific now ship cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
Over what blue whaled waves does he sail in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes
he can still see the ocean from his bed where he now lies
Dreaming still of clashing cymbals an eastern sumptuous court
Sultans with voices fiercer than any visiting modern preacher
Lying he there now till the sky goes out and the sea stops
He hears distinctly insistent over the slow-speaking sea
The voices of time blown up to me
they snorted and toiled
the sound of swords being hammered
the vanquished lay screaming
a tale of rank deception
with a maniac for the wind
and damnation in the boilers
trailing smoke and scrap metal
basically they peel your skin off
and noisily eat your liver
while you grok the new data
his prayer was bless the quiet night
but the soldiers liked their slops
it was an idiot army always hungry
the finest BBQ caterers
a government contract could provide
but got blasted through the shower stalls
by the Bureau of Infinite Statistics
the past is never the way
the demon gods and goddesses
of ignorance and superstition
don't want to be in the modern world anyhow
which God take your pick
if religion is a form of rot
what disinfectant should we apply
what brand of antifreeze
mano a mano went the money
we squander ourselves
at the jungle meat tournament
it was MardI Gras
and goblins were in the woods
at the stadium dome-o-plex
the howling hooligans lusted for blood
and they by jiminy got it
you don't shed time like a skin
the 300 decapitated that preceded me
were prone to outbursts of dire warning
its more than a game for compulsives
they play Russian roulette every day
the best of them last 5 days
resurrection is just around the corner
stoic echoic prosaic Prozac
before the world nothing
before your birth nothing
the same old nothing question
the audience was defiant
with hammer blows and headbutts
violin bows arced through the dawn mist
illiteracy as the team mascot
will not do in any sense
a little less self dialog
said the projectionist
hi res wifi high five
the highest resolution possible
aren't we supposed to get smarter
as fast as we can
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.site11.com/
Crazy Daze
I woke up this morning and put my socks on my face
I put my pants on my elbow, hey what other place?
My bagels, I gave to the cat with jelly on,
The cat food was tasty, when I sat down to some.
I needed a pee so I went to the road,
Unfortunately there, I peed on a toad.
The toad was disgusted and warty all over,
He hopped into the road and was squashed by a Rover.
I was fully relieved and need to go the shops,
I couldn’t find my keys they were thrown out with the slops.
I waved down a car and held him to ransom with a banana
I told him don’t worry “I’m not gonna harm ya”
Some lovely men in white coats so white they are gleaming
The cars with pretty lights and sirens are screaming.
They say they want to take me for a nice rest
“I just don’t have time” I said “stop being a pest.”
They wrapped me in this lovely white warm jacket
It has straps and belts and looks as if it cost a packet.
The room they have rented is all soft, quiet and warm
They have left me here now saying I can do no more harm.
THE MOST DANGEROUS ROADS
i've got the head of a rattle snake
on the front end of my hood
i've got a chilled clorox drink
in my steel-knuckled hand
and we're rolling down I-10
across the stretch between Phoenix
to the Cali border and 85 deaths
a single year makes me quiver
shifting the stick to overdrive
Smiling as I rumble over America's
most dangerous road
kissing the guardrails
flirting with the slops
to side ditches so steep
but not as fun as I-15
from LA to Las Vegas I say
it's all the way or no
it's all the way or no
it's all the way or no
it's me spreading my ashes
across the country I love
it's me treading the coals
with a swizzle stick in my nose
yeah here we go
:: 03.05.2016 ::
Do you see the way she looks at me
As she asks what I'd like to eat
I'm not sure of what to say to her
But was that just a wink?
I'm not the only one standing here
That m'lady wines and dines
Yet another school year
In the Cafeteria line
You know she had me with the hair net
Matching the color of her eyes
The sexy way she slops spaghetti
On the plate next to my fries
There's really not a lot
A young school boy can do
As I dream about her from breakfast to lunch
In one continuous drool
She's the Cafeteria lady
Not to keen on her collard greens
But she does serve up a mess of mean
Nachos and young school boy dreams
Night and day
night and day now eating his bread and slops
a quiet demented dreaming dreams of sea and soft skies
But how big the seas of thought
still do run still in captain sleep
a mediterranean of ships
a cabin of sleep rocked to the sea beat in his ears
Over what blue whaled waves does he sail
in a rainbow hail of flying-fishes
he can still see the ocean from his bed
Lying he there now till the sky goes out and the sea stops
Six Dollar Wine (And A Dime)
I wait patiently between the pages of fiction
The remembrance of me slops
Between the breaths of your tear drops
I’ve been used as a bookmark
For a forgotten novel on your shelf
And my future may look dark
But I’ve learned to live with myself
I’m just a flattened out receipt
For a cheap bottle of wine
That you bought on 5th Street
For six dollars (and a dime)
Someday you will open my home
And I will no longer be alone
What will happen when you find me?
Will you remember when I was set free?
Will you remember that I was nice and clean
From the roll of paper in that machine
That you so often got pieces of
At the liquor store that you love?
Hens tops
All slops.
Jeans good
Your mood.
Menswear
I swear.
No jeans
No beans.