Best Toons Poems
Wile E. Coyote
would wear Acme “floatie”
wings so he could swoop from mountain bluffs,
but always crashed below to silent puffs.
The Road Runner,
like a tail gunner,
would down Wile E. into the deep
valley floor with his trademark “meep meep!”
September 5, 2021
Cleritoons Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May
I’m not crazy I’m insane.
Kind of goofy, have no brain.
Goofy is as goofy does.
Can’t remember who I was.
Happy yes or happy no.
Here I am and there I go.
Looney toons is just my way.
I’m in my world and here I’ll stay.
Simple, simple what’s the deal?
I like things that are not real.
I just lost my peace of mind.
I look and look but cannot find.
If you see it passing by.
Bring it back so I don’t cry.
I’ve got crayolas and paper too.
So come on over and I’ll draw for you.
I have to go they told me so.
Back to my room is where I go.
The people here they are no fun.
Treat me like I’m a crazy one.
What do you think of when I say the word “love”
Flowers, blue skies and sunshine
And so when you think of total “commitment”
It's a lifetime of souls intertwined
When you hear the phrase, “cool as a cucumber”
Does a vegetable come to mind
Or a frosty mint julep on a hot summer day
When you leave all your troubles behind
What d'ya think of when hearing the word “gorgeous”
Long legs, nice boobs and derieres
Some slender bodies with flowing blonde hair
The slenderer, the more merrier
How about, “he bit off more than he can chew”
Certainly has sexual overtones
Okay this is bringing out the bad in this fellow
Thinking I may have to postpone
What do you think of when I say the word “charlize”
A most beautiful South African lass
She's got everything a young man could ever ask for
Old guys are even cooking with gas
When you hear the phrase, “not playing with a full deck”
“looney toons” sure comes to mind
Don't like to categorize but with some guys it's obvious
They're beyond being helped I find
© Jack Ellison 2015
Tis to laugh I heard someone say
Methinks they were referring to me
Started out laughing many years ago
And I'm still overcome with glee!
It all began when I was six
Watching Bugs and Elmer Fudd
The Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote
The adventures of Maggie Muggs!
I still watch Saturday morning cartoons
But now I must stay in my room
For some silly reason unknown to me
The docs think I'm looney-toons!
They've got me strapped in a jacket
It's restrictive and overly tight
What's more, I prefer one with some colour
This one's just plain old white!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Somedays I feel like a female
Bugs Bunny,
saying "whats up doc" while
confident and cool,
while other days more like a
girl Daffy Duck,
feeling more like a tongue twisting fool,
while out shopping I feel like
an Elmer Fay Fudd,
almost always on the hunt,
looking and hunting for bargains,
hopefully finding them before anyone else does,
while most times at work while on production,
we have to be like a Speedy Gonzales,
or pretending to be like a Road Runner,
all the while imagine being chased,
by a Wile E. Coyote behind us,
and after all the production running,
we smell similar to a Pepe LePew,
because everyone's armpits,
need to be thoroughly perfumed,
then sometimes when I am driving,
and someone cuts me off,
I feel like a Yosemite Sam,
because even though I'm not short,
I feel short tempered and cross,
and when I'm off on the weekends,
I cannot tell a fib,
I like to overindulge,
and eat like a Porky Pig,
well, there you have it,
guess that all she wrote,
so good-bye for now, and
a bleep, bleep, bleep, bleep
thats all folks!
Tomorrow I’ll fall into the sky
and take the stars for a ride.
Paint myself a psychedelic ship
and head out on a cosmic trip.
Past the moon and into the sun
back out again and just keep on.
The universe will be all mine.
I’ll have myself a very cool time.
How can this groovy trip be?
Mushrooms or LSD?
No. Nothing drastic as all that.
I’ll just hitch a ride
with my vampire bride.
She’s something else, that girl, you know.
She goes wherever she wants to go.
She don’t need no bus or train
She don’t need no airplane
On a ride from planet earth
to the planet of her birth.
Just beyond our galaxy
to a place called Planet 3.
There are many of her kind
in this hip chick colony.
They play Zappa all day long,
singing each and every song.
How I met her is quite a tale,
this immortal girl I call Love.
I was strolling one night to the beat
of some cool cats that were really sweet.
Just as I was in my groove
She appeared.
All in tune.
I didn’t care that she was pasty white
and that she only came out at night.
I just knew that she was cool.
I mean literally cool.
She stared at me with ancient eyes
and then I had to say my goodbyes.
She kissed my neck and I forgot
that I had somewhere I should be.
Now together we ride she and I
to hip places throughout the sky.
We travel only at night
digging life without sunlight.
I ain’t no vampire, at least not yet.
I would know if it were so.
It’s funny how we never fight.
We just live on a vampire bites.
We travel from one world to the next,
searching for a taste
of something cold,
blood soup and black eyed peas.
I’m very happy don’t you know
My heart these days is always aglow.
Me and my vampire girl
we'll live throughout eternity,
digging tunes and watching toons,
we’re going to be all sanctified.
So if you can’t find me one of these nights
look up in the sky beyond the haze.
I’ll be up high digging the scene
with my vampire girl from Planet 3.
Poetry Contest on my Desk ……..Peter Onyancha
Sometimes when I bleed on paper
The ink does not talk me well
And I lose the contest words
The words come; all at once
Me here! Me! No, me!
They scream for choice
They beg the ear
Listen, the streaming screams
Daunt, open me, pen me!
Listen my sound; I even rhyme some time
No, me, another word –
I live like a metaphor; I come easy
Count me in, keen, out with it
I am the word.
Now I want to nab you, snap!
To chastise the babysitter ego
I want an academy of anger
I think it, but the ink belies
I want to stitch – even that is not the word!
I want to hide and write
But look behind me
The words are chasing
Like little toons!
A friend named moon
What a boon!!!
My friend named moon...
Please dont leave the sky so soon
Kindly join in as I play to thou this
tune
As we rejoice in the fact that the
faded afternoon
Has made its way for my friend
named moon...
Love is in thy presence
With every crawling wonder,
Can I feel thine eternal essence...
No soul is awake to smell the night
I pity the sight!!
Just observe the moon blessing with
all its might
Wonderful!!Indeed a pretty sight!!!
Light my friend, my friend named
moon
Shine my friend, my friend named
moon
Cause the forgotten light shall one
day,
Bask in the shadow of that way
Where the departed ones shall stay
Awakened at all times with wisdom, I
say
And where the still asleep ones
dream about the knowledge they
may
Seek to mask the guilt in their hands
By enslaving the righteous ones to
pay...
O the great witness to all sufferings
Always been there granting
blessings
My friend named moon
All is going to end real soon...
This is the last journey my friend
My only friend named moon
No more noons and no more toons
No more dines and no more wines
All that shines and all that rhymes
Peaceful shall thou stay at all
times...
Happiness these days is a wishful
state
You ought to go through a blue gate
Look above the might of the night
There will u explore the depth of the
light
Every ounce of your soul now seems
to find it right...
What a boon!!!
Yes thou!!!My friend named
moon...!!!
early Saturday morning
I wake up to
coffee brewing and
cartoons blaring
making my way into the kitchen
I hear Looney Toons
from the living room
and the shower running
I quietly enter the bathroom
smiling and undressing
to surprise you
pulling back the shower curtain
with the Technicolor duckies
I find our son in
full snorkeling gear
desperately trying to sink
an entire box of Cheerios
embarrassed
I grab my robe and
head to the living room
to find you laughing
through your Cocoa Puffs at
the hilarity ensuing on TV
after a quick good morning kiss
I lick the dribbled milk
from your goatee
and head to the kitchen for
that much needed coffee
before my first sip
our son emerges from his adventure
covered in soggy
rings of victory
I would like to put on my shoulder
Nuclear Kryptonite that makes a SUPERMAN colder
Weak in the knees while chaos is at ease
Helpless Man of Steel who cannot do what he please
Luthor has let loose the BOMB from his reign
Smiling all the while as the citizens feel the pain
Lois Lane was struck DEAD by a missile that hit her head
Jimmy Olsen took Polaroid but even he could not avoid
Perry white,is motionless,still in his brief
Who ,will never again,exclaim:AND DON'T CALL ME "CHIEF"!!
The entire Metropolis is experiencing searing heat
From a Rogue Knight who likes to share his Plight
Wonder Woman,flying over in her invisible jet
Steve Trevor still yearns to be her one and only pet
Who is in denial of the calamity out there
He, HOT and HORNY, wants to continue their naughty affair
The Flash is racing all across Town
reading the dire headlines that he has just found:
SUPERMAN FELLED BY KRYPTONIAN GREEN
WONDER WOMAN BEING MASSAGED BY HER HUNK,A MILITARY DREAM
BATMAN,KNOCKED COLD BY THE JOKER AND HIS GOONS
ROBIN, FACING COMPETITION ,COURTESY OF "MARVEL" TOONS
Every ounce of super power is being upstaged by a thunderstorm shower
The sky is bright with orange delight
DC and MARVEL heroes felled by communism this very night
Witnessed a robbery take place yesterday
As incredulous as this may seem
Was sitting in the food court at the local mall
Happily minding my own business
When all of a sudden I hear this guy ranting and raving
Slamming his leather bag down on one of the tables
Marching over to the coffee stand
Which had an assortment of sandwiches and drinks
Displayed in front which were accessible to the customers
Proceeds to pick up a sandwich and a bottle of juice
And goes storming off into the mall concourse
Without paying, yaking incoherently as he goes
People just sat there dumbfounded
Wondering what the hell just happened
We all witnessed this act take place
None of us reacted or believed what we just saw
Now this was either a looney toons type guy
Not responsible for his strange behaviour
Or a very clever, creative crook
Making us think he was looney toons
Assuming the average person wouldn't react
Enabling him to get away with this unimpeded
He was later apprehended by mall security
But we never did find out the whole story
Hmmm! Pretty creative I must say
If indeed it was a preconceived masterful plan
© Jack Ellison 2014
Is there any greater feeling
Than when you first discover you are in love
And you realize your love is returned
It's the most thrilling sensation in life
Nothing else can even come close
It's the highest of highs
The ultimate of human experiences
Exhilarating to the nth degree
Makes you feel like running through the streets
Yelling, “I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love!”
You want to share the feeling with everyone you meet
Sure can be embarrassing though
Hugging total strangers
Especially if they are of the same sex
Eventually, people will try to avoid you
They just have no idea
They think you're some kind of looney toons
Who has just escaped from the local asylum
No matter... carry on! There is NO greater feeling
JUST ENJOY!
© Jack Ellison 2014
*Image of Hourglass by Pixabay.
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Flipped Hourglass
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tempestuous pilgrimage outstretched phase,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
O'er perpetual movements like scarred toons,
Lunar ... solar, yond the masque, nowadays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Small sand on big sand, tea time, macaroons,
Some glass menagerie extreme breadthways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
Fitting bits of earth, pour drain, honeymoons,
Time swings on, crystals encased pair relays,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Scheherazade misses a night, whole moon's,
Bear flight you hefty load, back in someways,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's,
A wonderment, gadget, like boom-box tunes,
Shifts drift collared in this time capsule gaze,
Count, onward we go, pivoting seized dunes,
Tick - tock, flops, 'tis a dog's day afternoon's.
2022 January 28
*1st Place*
Pick-A-Title, Vol 28
~~Edward Ibeh: Judged 2022 February 13
Dumb it Down
Date: Mon, Jan 11 2016 at 8:06 AM
He Brew he Hebrew the Seed of Jews
Seasoned the Fruits Sinking in the Truth In Peace with Beetlejuice
Shadows of Noobs
I know the Darkness of the Moon
Revenge of the Fallen Strikes a Noon
I'm Looney like Looney toons on Tunes but I ain't a Toon
Twelve Tribes divided
Jacob to Issac
Israelite Hybrids
Zionist
Portraying the lost Children Blinded
Here's an Hieroglyphic
Noah to Ham Son of the Egyptians
Shem The Jews
When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.
Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
for the purification of greed and spurting desires.
His only mechanical aid was his pen.
Into the half century of geckoes getting rid
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds
started melting on the burnt-out grasses.
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes.
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body.
SATISH VERMA
* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops
eating and drinking.