Costuming Halloween
Masque my visage fast!
…So my eyes bulge out, drunken red, and give me
purpled, hairy lips and cheeks to complete
My bloodcurdling look — Yikes!
So scary…Not sweet!
So chilling that Halloween’s
Gross memories of seeing me will not be beat!
Then, when I float from door to door,
Levitating on a smoky breeze,
To greet the folks’ aghast gazes, I’ll growl
with a phantasmal voice to haunting, I’ll declare,
“Boo! Trick or treat!” and
They’ll step back away as if shock could kill, but
Thrilled, gasp, “Hey! Your costume’s a blast!”
Whereupon, I’ll begin my Halloween act
By morosely sharing, “T’is not a costume at all,
But my natural state…’T’is my own gross, gremlin grin;
My own foot-long ears; my own outlandish, fear-frizzed hair,
That altogether has me wailing, especially on
H a l l o w eve n night
“BOO-hoo! Boo! Boo-hoo!”
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/30/2023
Happy Birthday Jim!
This is for all the ladies out there
That no doubt will relate
To all the woes of wearing a Bra
To which there is no escape
So, firstly we have the bra that rubs
Which stings, that being a major flaw
When finally you rip that bra off
It’s rubbed your skin red raw!
The bra where your boobs bulge out the top of the cup
Or hang out underneath
You have paid big money for this bra
Yet, you are still getting bra grief!
Then there's the bra where the straps “continually” fall down
They will never sit in place
Pulling them up constantly
Trying to hide the absolute annoyance on your face!
We then have the bra that lacks support
With movement your boobs just jiggle about
Let’s hope there’s no need to run
As you will totally knock yourself out!!
Lastly, the underwire bra
This one worse than all the rest
Looking down in complete horror you see
A large round wire poking out your top sitting on your chest….!!!
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption of power
Their ageing is in overdrive
This is for all the ladies out there
That no doubt will relate
To all the woes of wearing a Bra
To which there seems to be no escape?
So, firstly we have the bra that rubs
It stings…. you can’t take much no more
When finally you rip that bra off
It’s rubbed your skin red raw!
The bra where your boobs bulge out the top of the cup
Or hand out underneath
You have paid big money for this bra
Yet, you are still getting bra grief!
Then there's the bra where the straps “continually” fall down
They will never sit in place
Pulling them up constantly
Trying to hide the absolute irritation on your face!
We then have the bra that lacks support
With movement your boobs just jiggle about
Let’s hope there’s no need to run
As you will totally knock yourself out!!
Lastly, the underwire bra
This one worse than all the rest
Looking down in complete horror you see
A large round wire poking out your top sitting on your chest….!!!
Belle
Beast I love you for your kind heart
But your face will keep us apart
However would I kiss those lips
They're so gross, I have to resist.
Your eyes, they bulge out of your face
Those hands such a big fearful shape
My love I hope you understand
I cannot wear your wedding band.
Beast
Sweetheart, please won't you change your mind
I'm ugly, but want you as mine
To love you with all of my soul
So together, we'll both grow old.
I have a heart that's kind and true
And I'd gladly give it to you
Truly I'm a prince underneath
A spell turned me into a Beast.
For you're the one I waited for
I want you, to love and adore
Stay darling, one day I will be
The prince you deserve, wait and see.
You'd not want, there's no other man
Who'd care for you the way I can
I state my case, it's up to you
Are we to wed, or are we through.
Belle
Please do not worry about me
I've fallen for what lies beneath
Before my eyes there stands a prince
My heart is completely convinced.
There is good in you I can tell
We'll find how to undo the spell
I know my father would agree
You are the one to marry me.
Lizard mesmerizes prey
Insect wings are quite fast
Eyes swirling about bulge out
Dinner is but a tongue strike away
Let us pray
Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.
Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick her.
Blood oozes out
of the memory lane.
Yellow pineapple juice,
she drinks in vain.
Rustic notions fail in womb.
She takes roads with pits
hoping for ‘jerking abortion’.
Embryo of tension
grows everyday.
Her thoughts sweat.
Worries and queries
bulge out of her belly.
First published in Indian Ink.
Dachshunds
I don’t mean to be ….GGRRRRRR
un-grrrrrr-ateful…
to the genetics of the genome…BUT
my legs are too short
my body’s too long
my gut hangs so low
I can’t wear a thong
my ears….they get stepped on
by me….not by others
I can’t scratch my nose
only my brothers
and don’t even ask
in the snow…..what I do
for before I can circle
the whole thing turns…..blue
with legs oh so short
you may think it funny
to see me pass by
a skateboard ‘neath my tummy
then there are those
who dare to suggest
that I was conceived
during Octoberfest
My head may bulge out
and my tail may bulge in
but I’m a damn good looking dog
for the shape that I’m in.
submitted to Rob Carmack – Dachshunds – Poetry contest
1/14/21015
UhUhUh! Even cattle on sunny hot days
Feel suffocation
Inside windows-doors-shut sheds
(yes! i have seen it, how their eyes bulge out and redden,
And they take deep sighs,
And look perplexed in fear.)
And no one! no one! minds it, here
In this huge crowd!
Even this arrogant hands-raising-high
Moulvi...
Oh! I get angry
But soon i cool down,
As it quickly comes to my mind, the old saying,
"As is the preacher So art his listeners."
Her expectation exits
through the door of a clinic.
Doctor aborts her request.
Odor of rotten emotions
spreads on her face.
Carrying without marrying
is the mother of shame.
Thorns in society prick her.
Blood oozes out
of the memory lane.
Yellow pineapple juice,
she drinks in vain.
Rustic notions fail in womb.
She takes roads with pits
hoping for ‘jerking abortion’.
Embryo of tension
grows everyday.
Her thoughts sweat.
Worries and queries
bulge out of her belly.
Fabiyas M V
(Indian Ink Magazine has published this poem)
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption in hydro
Their ageing is in overdrive
© Jack Ellison 2013
In the harvested field near the canal,
she roams with a mind slid from its rail.
Her muddy skirt and brownish hairs
flutter in the salty wind like flags of insanity.
A lonely night – the west wind smells the burnt canal fish.
Fire burns like her emotions on the bank.
“During the windy season, lunacy’s let loose” – her shrieks
and shouts are neglected in the rural logic a night.
As her stomach swells like a ball day by day,
many questions bulge out.
First printed in my book, 'Moonlight and Solitude'(Raspberry Books, India).
I stand naked by the mirror
Looking at myself
I look like ummm
Something off a dusty shelf
My ribs stick out
You could play them like a harp
And my eyes bulge out my head
Like a half squeezed Chihuahua pup
My legs they call them lucky
They like two fighting swords
I have the knack of amusing people
With them I even won awards
Now my wife is a total contrast
She’s short, fat and round
It takes me three hours to spread the fake tan
But she still comes out unevenly browned
Just the other day I thought
She threw the duvet over me
But when I opened one eye
I saw it was a crusty bikini
I love to watch her dressing
It makes me shake at the knees
I feel like grabbing a handful of ripples
And give them a gentle squeeze
Driving the car is a challenge
Her ripples stop me changing the gear
And when we walk down the street
We look like a shield with a skinny spear
But to her I’m her half finished pepperoni
To me she’s my fluffy bread bun
We always do things together
I’m telling you, we have so much fun
And now I would like to announce
The arrival of baby number seven
We may seem like the oddest couple
But it’s a match made in heaven.