bloop
dribble
drip
drizzle
splash
spray
sprinkle
squirt
ahem
belch
blurt
chatter
giggle
growl
groan
grunt
gulp
gurgle
eek
moan
mumble
murmur
squeal
whimper
bam
bang
clang
clank
clap
clatter
click
clink
crash
crunch
:: 10.19.2021 ::
Categories:
bloop, poetry,
Form: Free verse
7/5/21
"Seventh Heaven (007)"
According to local legend
Regarding the Great Depression
And Armageddon
Nearing seventh heaven
Still on that 007
Sent him and her toward hell or heaven
Close to or far from a 711
At approximately 11:07
En route and hot pursuit
Of the root of the absolute
Yet it always leads to a dispute
Staying ready to shoot
If need be leave thee scene and scoot
Many quick to snoop
And toot their own horn or flute
Quick to call another uncouth
Acceptance or rebuke
It's the truth
Not a spoof or fluke
And what they dilute
Able or couldn't compute
Therefore it was a bloop
Since a youth
In and out the booth
Occasionally having a drink with Vermouth
In space with a spacesuit
On earth eating grapes and grapefruit
Had a baseball card of Babe Ruth
As an addict
Still at it
Or gave it the boot
A world full of kooks
Threatening to nuke
The cycle continues to loop
They don't but they should be addressing me as the Duke
But they continue to stoop
Staying solo or in a group
Never really getting the inside scoop
Because they're being duped
Categories:
bloop, dark, deep, life, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
Our poetic scrumptious soup
Is pretty much like chicken coop;
We lay great words by a large scoop
And promptly drop by the front stoop.
We keep each other in the loop
Bonded by a collective hoop.
If we, from time to time, do bloop
We don't exactly give a poop
(no, no, no, no, not in the soup),
PS - the best poetic group!
December 30, 2019
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Categories:
bloop, humorous,
Form: Monorhyme
Thought it would be fun to write a cute little Smarty Pants poem.
I was crazy with excitement about it, laughing with happiness gore.
I was so happy about the idea, I figured it had been done before.
So I typed in Smarty Pants poem into my Google search engine, on a loop.
Out of all my ideas, I thought this one made the most sense, not a bloop.
It had a whole bunch of links. The first three brought me to Poetry Soup.
I had to laugh at that. I should not have been surprised one little bit.
Of course at least one of my pals on this site would have already thought of it.
Smarty Pants on the ceiling, smarty pants in my tea throwing a great big fit.
Smarty pants in the kitchen, chasing Sylvester, my orange and yellow cat.
Smarty pants on the baseball diamond, throwing down the big wooden bat.
Smarty pants spinning pottery, on a kiln, sitting on a durable mat.
Of course Poetry Soup already had a Smarty Pants poem, imagine that!
Categories:
bloop, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Rhyme
Five Frivolous Letters Last Poem
4977
Tried Shied
Cares Dares
Bloop Scope
Smart Apart
Fable Cable
Craft Shaft
Brake Shake
Blues Grays
Stray Brays
Catch Batch
Beeps Peeps
Harms Alarm
Craze Plays
Under Spell
Dream Seems
Jim Horn
4978
Categories:
bloop, allegory, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
I posted a poem on the Soup
But my smiley face turned to a droop
For instead of one post
There were 30 (at most);
Guess the site made a really big bloop.
In trying my best to delete
(For who needs to see poems that repeat?)
There was some kind of glitch
And “Delete” made a switch
So my poem list is now incomplete.
They deleted three months of my work
All the comments, too (such a sweet perk!).
I complained to the Team
Those who reign there supreme
But the answer seemed typed with a smirk:
“If Delete was the button you hit,
Though by accident or if legit,
All your poems have been lost;”
But I feel double-crossed
For no wrong-doing did they admit.
Though a reason, at least, would be nice,
“Sorry” just doesn't serve to suffice;
Seems the people in charge
Sent a message writ large:
If you need our help, better think twice!
Categories:
bloop, how i feel, poems,
Form: Limerick
I've been writing now, fourscore years and ten
I started with a crayon, switch to pencil and then pen
And even though I'm older now, I still can make a bloop
Using my new keyboard to poop right in my soup
Categories:
bloop, humor, nonsense, silly,
Form: Light Verse
Attention Can Pay
How ironic, intelligence is intellectual
Being stupid politician becomes ineffectual
Even thought from received a refusal
Want my beacon and eggs cooked as usual.
Make sure none ever will be spoiled
Or politician who had become hard-boiled
My poem is short, not tall like a skyscraper
So you can print it neatly in your newspaper.
My poems may to some droop or have a bloop
To your level of intelligence will gladly stoop
And if you never were to have any gall anyway
To many of my poems, more attention should pay.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Categories:
bloop, humorous,
Form: Couplet
I love you,oh,my little black dog.
Oh,yes!Bloop bong.
Thwack.
I love this pit,I do really.
Bang bong.
No, do not help me
I am
Fay
ted.
My narrative went wrong.
Oh.hoopla!
Now he has deleted me from his
Sto
Ry!
He wants me to disappear.
Mama meea Blong!
But I have my own narrative
La banko dio
Bloop bung.
My heart longs.
For his love alone
is a sad storee.
Oh eh a mama dip thong
Jer bum long
I love my white dove
But he hates me.
Ah,ah, it's time for some Wagner.
I hate it!
Screaming women
Get off me!
Oh,cupid!
I feel you are lucid.
Blong
Categories:
bloop, boyfriend,
Form: Free verse
The megapixels join together,
humming, buzzing as they collide,
Forming a haze in negative space.
bloop, bloop, bloop,
I come to life - brought feet first into this world.
Shins cast in light metal,
Socked feet on soft shoes.
A short dress like armor,
and flawless skin.
Categories:
bloop,
Form: Free verse
There he comes to say good morning, mommy.
My cat Louie with eyes of gold, stripes that
wrap around him from head to tail.
On his paws he has white socks.
He comes meowing loudly making sure I hear him.
he wants me to know 'his dish is empty and his fat belly
is too' again he meows 'Mommy get up and feed 'me'.
As I get up and I am walking into the kitchen he decides
to bloop him self at my feet, rolling, yawning and wanting
me to see his furry fat empty belly.
See mommy this belly needs to be filled up!
I tell him he is a beautiful boy, up he comes
looks at me and meows 'now for kitty sake
feed me'.
Categories:
bloop, animals, funny, love, pets,
Form: Free verse
Sittin' in the bath tub,
it's just me and you;
Talkin' about the day we had,
that's what we like to do
"BLOOP! BLOOP! BLOOP!"
bubbles ripple through the air;
"Sorry honey, I cut the cheese!"
"Come back, let's be fair!"
Sittin' in the bath tub,
my spirit's lost its tone;
Guess I'll read the paper,
looks like I'm all alone!
Categories:
bloop, funny,
Form: Rhyme