Best Whop Poems

“What’s going on, what’s next?”
(Medi-Vac on the way, keep pumping!)
A faint roar and whop-whop-whop-whop
(No not there! The south-bound lane! Over...)

The median grass was newly cut but still tall
(Lean over him so the grass won’t get in his face!)
The chopper landed about 30 feet from my...

Continue reading...

Men come down for fun,
Duck hover, on edge of dune.
Crowd move down, open gun,
Whop… knock off duck, under moon.   
Cook over ember, devour upon noon.


By: Greg Stanley
December 13, 2011

Heads or Tails Contest
Sponsored by nikko palmario...

Continue reading...

Litter bearers burst unexpectedly 
in with a casualty.  Sergeant Lindsey 
grabs one pole end, then BOOM!, the roof and rear
end of our frail little hooch disappear.  

A swirl of black, smokey blue sky I see.  
He lays prone a sprawl the deck,...

Continue reading...

Pacific Street
 Brooklyn New York 1953

Mud-red clay bricks, hot and worn;
brown-stone blocks carved tenements formed.
Concrete sidewalks slit and cracked
where children skipped a hopscotch tack.

Hear the smack of bats to ball 
of palm to rubber against towering walls;
Of jump ropes whooshing through the air
of giggling girls...

Continue reading...

Without values life may whop
And you cannot even yawp
As the destiny may strop
A valueless person nonstop.
If your values from life lop
It is zilch and make you fop –
Fop – a man with concern atop
For dress than character prop.
Without values we may drop;
Cannot stand or walk;...

Continue reading...

(Triple Verse Triolet)

Six rosebuds sit atop the stem,
a hint of pink above the green,
each one a rare and lovely gem.
Six rosebuds sit atop the stem.
A chipmunk scuttles on the scene,
I watch him in the shade, unseen.
Six rosebuds sit atop the stem,
a hint of pink above...

Continue reading...

Our hill was steep, red clay rock;
hardly anything thrived there.
Stubborn blossoms of meager size
bobbed on stems spindly and bare.

The green shoots struggled up 
thru last year's mulch and sticks,
to leaf and bud and then unfold
a crown of rosebuds, I counted six.

But lo, one morning, I...

Continue reading...

is anybody out there?
talking to genies
with the perfect three wishes for the world
where we don't hold up some bodies
dead bay?
Is there someone haunting you hunting nets
with you need therapy?
can you sing this
horrible blasphemy and not feel
like you are crawling
through the tunes of dishonesty
can you hear...

Continue reading...

Book is the only stop
Where all halt from top
For knowledge or whop
Of all sort and thoughts slop.
Though it clear drains prop
For teacher or for carhop.
They are vaguely clear lop
Whenever read makes plop
Of cognition to take you atop.
This is for money a great swop.
These are sooth...

Continue reading...

Come back to the Lord
He loves taking back His own
Those who have fallen into sin
Those who left the faith to begin again

Come back to the Lord
Those who work hard on their own
Those who have a little
Those who have a lot
Those whop feel empty inside

Come back...

Continue reading...

Soft and round with smiling eyes
Baking candies, cookies, cakes and pies.

No better chef could ever be
Than my dearest sweet mommy.

Mrs. Claus could not compete
With my dearest sweet mommy.

She could even charm the birds.
I saw her myself, you can take my word.

And when I fell and...

Continue reading...

Just another pill
IM an ANIMAl
somebody get me out of here
I dont need an education
behind this miracle mile smile
down another day
and there we all stand on this overpass
from another perfect world
I remember when i lost my mind
Im a Victom
they got me on some medication
seasons change and...

Continue reading...

written in octaves

Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.
Tywhoppity’s rich bottom
is tidied up each autumn.
The ache and pain he stanches
to reap September fruits.
Tom gathers broken branches
and stubs his toes on roots.

Re-staking his best grapevines
on the hillside on his knees,
he rakes up leaves and...

Continue reading...

Shall I succed in my undertakings 
If I don’t listen to all their warnings?
Shall I paint the sky with another hue
Just to give beauty it’s real value

Should I be ashamed of my past action
If everything they knew were just suspicion
Shall I pull the stars to...

Continue reading...

On the bus I pass by a building
We refer to as the looney bin
I can’t help but be looking

I see patients that aren’t locked in
They hang out catching a ray of sun
While smoking with an air of chagrin

They never look like they’re having fun
I think...

Continue reading...