Oh naive little actor,
to get into character you must research.
You must explore the motive,
you must understand the history. The story.
You’re too loud and too young to be me.
Make no mistake I can raise my voice,
but I detest classless static and noise.
You barely know me, I keep to myself.
So keep quiet. You bore me.
You’re like the rest. Talking blindly.
Oh walk on character,
you can’t star you don’t know the start.
Assumption is a balloon full of hot air.
Quiet, Your vapor wasn’t even there
in the early chapters.
Please don’t mistake your scrabbly role
it’s not a lead, you’re incidental.
Filler dialogue. That’s okay though,
someone has to say it.
Oh you pliable entertainer
didn’t they ever tell you to READ?!
Every script has its start on paper.
You would be nowhere
if I didn’t put you there.
You’re like the rest. Talking blindly.
So keep quiet. You bore me.
Up, up and away
In ballon full of hot air
Hanging from a hair
Up, up and away
No steering and no braking
Bravery faking
Up, up and away
Under ballon swinging high
Storm clouds coming nigh
Up, up and away
Fearsome lightning bolts flash by
Need help from on High
Up, up and away
Trying to hold breakfast in
Swaying in the wind
Up, up and away
Small box dangling in the wind
Need a Dramamine
Up, up and away
Pale and shaking in wet boots
Where’s a parachute
Up, up and away
First time is one time enough
This is scary stuff
Up, up and away
On the ground will always stay
Until dying day
Up, up and away
Forget it, here I will stay
You get underway
Up, up and away
No thanks, rather get my kicks
On Route Sixty-Six
Crown jewels look like paste the boorish president said.
Queen Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back into her head.
He is such a nonsensical person, said everyone there.
How had he gotten elected? Were American's heads full of hot air?
He made some other silly comment about wanting a hamburger instead.
He is not right in the head, the chef said. Not right in the head.
Queen Elizabeth is in heaven now rolling her eyes at the USA refrains.
They might reelect this idiotic idiot; where are their brains?
LizPiggo began gobbling up the bodies of the four Cartel members. "What"! Her newly aware look at her comrades, questioned in a somewhat hurt and astonished manner, their judgmental attitudes. "We have to get rid of the evidence!" She whipped out a bottle of Uncle Ray's barbecue sauce and a salt and pepper combo shaker,
some Country Crock (churn style),
a napkin wrapped utensil set, a kids pool plastic makeshift toilet, (which she was going to hand to Shroomer, because he was full of hot air, but remembered he was now an assailant/fugitive in their circle), instead she french kissed Rosie Odonut and said, "if you blow up this beach and get your lips warmed up I will split the last two with you", while winking. When she fashioned her table cloth bib in place (so she wouldn't stain her beautiful Sunday dress) she was rock em sock em-and ready to go.
Gus shook his head and began pairing everyone up in teams...Then, WailersWitch walked in...
I am a celebration for the glad
I am a release for the sad
I brighten your every day
Yet made to want to float away
I am a delicate bouquet
A gift when no words are to say
I am in parade and holiday march
I am your graduation arch
I am delicate and precise
I am the thought of something nice
I am scary when you poke my skin
I am funny if you breathe me in
Full of hot air, hope and helium
I can’t float if you don’t leave me some
And all I really, really want to do
Is float aimless into big sky blue
Slowly drifting out of view
Waving in the wind goodbye to you
Feb 6, 2023
Balloons Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Poison ivy’s ruby kiss
Strip all the ink away
Do away with her kiss; ivy.
Ivy’s kiss still stings
clings to a heart that’s inked deep
deeply rooted ivy- spicy leaves…
leaves her mark on a trifling bum.
A bum brim full of hot air teases
kisses out of icy ivy, earns a rash.
A rush of Ivy’s ruby kisses stings
clings to his heart, inked deep
weep away her kiss, ivy, he tries!
denies he still cares: eyes stinging
Stringing her along- rather coyly
another oily tongue that love bombs Ivy
envy not it’s frolics in ivy seas.
See, Ivy wears her poison like an armour
Dour ego: Ivy seized its crown.
down in the dumps it stays
bays all day long, tongue wrung out
strung out, just deserts he gets
he regrets spitting at ivy seas.
See, Ivy wears her poison like an armour…
sour lour is a ruby kissed clown
Down in the dumps lives the clown.
The Liar
She practiced her mendaciousness
With pride and a grandiose flair!
She preened and cooed so lovingly,
We all knew she was full of hot air!
Panagiota Romios
5/3/2019
7:30pm PST
I want to live in a healthy place,
at least as mature as junior high school,
where who I reciprocally love,
gay or straight or span-sexually in-between,
is not a political and economic football,
a wildly bouncing and rebounding issue
full of hot air
for others to kick around
and divest of
as they lose punishing interest.
Yet who we choose to hate,
deviantly or not,
is a BusinessAsUsual privatized non-issue
for an unhealthy society
to publicly notice
before quickly fading
into private live and let live fields
of NO TRESPASSING apartheid.
I would strongly prefer
to never apologize
for who I healthy love,
and daily apologize
for,
and maybe to,
but most certainly with,
those I unhealthy hate.
never trust balloon artists- they are full of hot air and twist the truth
18/12/18
One Liner - Entertainment Poetry Contest : sponsored by Silent One
I'd rather be a hillbillie
than a bybillie or blowbillie
to try to be all three, you see
would drive me to insanity.
Hillbillies are fun and fancy free
can run as far as you can see
may be poor, ain’t got no teeth
but that don’t bother’m in the least!
Bybillies are skittishy and shy
seldom stay, always say "goodbye"
they never joke, don't even try
just mumble, complain, whine and cry.
Blowbillies are too puffed up
have big mouths, can’t keep them shut
boast and brag, often disrupt
full of hot air, they up look quite stuffed!
I’d rather be a hillbillie
than a bybillie or blowbillie
and climb the hills and know the land
and laugh and hunt “to beat the band”.
Hillbillies love to dance and sing
know how to play the fiddle and swing
and love to roam the fields in spring
I'd rather be a hillbillie more than anything!
l
7/26/17
Going to the top of the stairs
And it's not going to stop there
Don't be full of hot air
Or you will not have a prayer
Occasionally thunderstruck
Going in and out the cut
Staying up
Instead of stuck
From dawn to dusk
Ongoing for such and such
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Staying grounded
Time to reach the peak of another mountain
Where the view has always astounded
Skies that are clear or clouded
Areas that are empty or overcrowded
Nearby and far away from any water fountain
Blood turned it into a red glove
A whole step above
More hate and less love
Won't bend or budge
Unwilling to end the grudge
Some just can't put it to rest, until they've won
FESTER BLOWHARD
Uncle Fester’s full of hot air.
He blows up at Frida Fayre.
An unfair and dark fellow,
Blowhard farts into a cello.
Freckled Frida just so feckless with her flute.
Her thin lips and puckered cheeks softly toot.
Fester fosters a hot-air balloon.
Frantically blows out his old bassoon.
Frida nervously nettles her fingers to pray.
Fester’s balloon bollixed, hellfire to pay.
6/25/2017
LIGHT POETRY
A Light To Like judged 7/28
Contest: Poem N/A'd from June to August
Now the razamataz is over
Looks like Trump is next in line.
If he does what he is proclaiming
Everything will be just fine
If like his name*
He is full of hot air like a deflating balloon
Then “God Bless America” comes to mind
Not just America we’re sure to find.
Must give the man a chance
He is a millionaire by right
Must have had some brain to acquire this
Just that cell doesn’t glow so bright
Please Mister President stop putting your foot in it
Think before opening wide
I will raise my glass to you Donald Trump
At the end of office, you can then say
“I Tried”
Penned 9 November 201
*To trump is to break wind
Up, up and away they said,
as they sailed over the blue and the red,
hugging each other and holding on tight,
the Donald and Hillary on election night,
For my sore eyes got my binoculars out,
I followed their moves in the sky, no doubt,
both of them full of hot air in the balloon,
living it up before it ended too soon,
And then there was a paradigm shift in the wind,
the hot air balloon started to descend,
the frenemy's in the basket a case,
they both realized they were done in the race,
Driving up to meet the both of them,
they both exclaimed it had been a lot of fun,
but while on the wild ride they did a flip flop,
Hillary now Republican, Donald now Democrat,
With most of the votes counted and tallied up,
Hillary and the Donald watched the electoral map,
like a horse race derby for a long while neck to neck,
neither one of them seemed to do a double check,
Because they both knew when all was said and done,
like two actors in a play the election outcome,
The Donald already smiling and striking a pose,
like in a horse derby race beating Hillary by a nose.
11-8-16
Mary Skit was full of hot air
She was a balloon to be fair
She ate turnip
Checked her burn up
And swooshed to the sky body bare
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