Long Bambi Poems

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Premium Member Buba Claus

‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.


The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer?
 

 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 

 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 

 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 

 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians! 


And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 

 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing  
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!


Adaption

A Doe and deer come to my backyard.
its quite a common sight
              in leafy suburbia.

The hunters search out the 
deep woods to shoot at them.

They are in no danger here
except for the growling menace 
                      of minor roads.

They are unphased,
   by me at my door,
both stare at me for a long minute.

Then the fawn strays 
too far from its mother.

Mother and Bambi
         disappear into 
a light industrial unit
just a stone’s throw away.

That’s just how it is round here,
the tall hedgerows
                  hide both the deer 
and the humming machinery,
                      that unobserved
 make the hunters guns.

The Guard

The guards

They are coming, who are coming
I feel the dust, a dry power from the dry land far, and hear they must have marched long
Are they churning the land with restless feet
I don't know, I hear the humming 
animals flee from their newborn ones, too late 
the hum will burst their ears.
We are not rabbits, get ear-mufflers and bravely fight
do not give in before the humming stops.
They are coming closer, my lord. Who is coming closer, the ugly old man who sings loudly and farts
on stage, did you mean drumming? Of course
What can we do? Buy food for the weekends, buy beer
switch off the TV, radio, and internet, we must suffer to
ride on broomsticks to a land of pink flowers sweet lambs, and tiny Bambi deer.
Waving leather-bound bibles, we shall overcome.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member A Silly Rhyme For a Friend Sublime

He’s so super, duper
That guy, he’s a trooper
He’s a fellow Souper
He's no party pooper
His name?
Yea…It’s Cooper!

His first name? It’s Shane
Brings pleasure, not pain
He handles insane
This friendship won’t wane
He shows no disdain
That great guy named Shane

Shane Cooper, you’re sweet
You’re friendship’s a treat
Every day there's a tweet 
To help me on my feet 
So here’s a rhyme greet!


I’ll save you a seat
At the bar when we meet
Come rain, hail, or sleet
We'll toast the elite
Down on PS Street!

Thanks for being such a fab friend…Your daily encouragement has meant the world to me. You're not afraid of my CRAZY! You need a medal! Hugs



Bambi! ;)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Color of Eyes

No hazel eyes are exactly the same, some cold, some hot. 
Many people profess to have them, but many do not.
They do change colors with the clothes people wear
Becoming brown, blue or green, or black like a bear.

No blue eyes are exactly alike. Some sky-blue others azure.
Some are clear, others crinkly, some incredibly pure.
They come out in full strength when their owner wears blue.
I think they are delightful no matter what kind of hue.

No brown eyes are exactly alike. Some have golden flecks.
Some are Bambi eyes; many have colorful specks.
They can be intense and warm, or cold, chilly in fact.
Many look cozy in winter, a warm kind of pact.

Black eyes are the most diverse of all if you ask me.
They can have colors but don’t have to, dark as a tree.
I see these eyes and I smile, recognizing secrets kept close.
I rather think I like these eyes the utmost.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member P S It's Poetry Write On Write On Congrats To My Fellow Poetry Soupers Part 4

P.S. IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 4
Many thanks to you selected poets;
Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it;
Each letters and each word;
Reads so very dear and well;
Joys of your souls cheers;
Covenants of choice, reading your voice;
Blessing peace be still;
Please keep writing your skills;
Rhyming verses blessings of course it’s… P.S.
Congrats and thank-U my fellow Soupers
•	Beverley Abrahams                   381
•	Bidisha P. Kashyap                   212
•	Bobby J May Sr                          244
•	Bogdan Vaida                             300
•	Bojosi Ditshwele                        272
•	Brian Fredrick Bronson             271, 280
•	Bryan Paul Norton                     142, 284
•	Byron Kaya                                 179
•	Byron Nel                                    378
	C. Anguslaz Anokwute             375
•	Cal Bambi                                                      317
•	Carl "Papa" Palmer                    423
•	Carol Ann Richardson              193, 68, 99
•	Carol Louise Moon                    255
•	Carol Mitra                                   306
•	Carol Sunshinze Brown            117, 67, 84
•	Carolyn Devonshire                  141, 22, 69
•	Catherine Crider                        428
•	Catherine Johnson Broussard 80
•	Cecelia Hopkins                         238, 239
•	Celine Bartels-Mills                   186
•	Chante R. Reeves                     410

Premium Member Melanie Departed

MELANIE DEPARTED

Melanie departed. His habits cured her of moon-shine and bambi-eyes. The huge door slammed so tight and her deep footprints in the mud that night made it intelligible to even him that she never would return. This crystal clear taunt was haunting. A spectral of fear hung like a teardrop chandelier, ready to loose a torrent of vacuous time….tick tick tick

tHe raFTers dark and eerIE
      CrEak
the cyclone in his head wh-O-rls
         and the O-cean of his stomach drops
a ghost’s in flight
  its chAIns
they claNG against the treMblinG Ceiling
portenTIOUS stars where light shouLd shiNe
      a shadow stuns, IT PeeKS 
at him, smiling so vaingl-O-riously 
  he faints

as he revives
  he opens up his eyes
     a green sheet with holes for eyes, speaks

“b..o..o”

      he loses his booze
   runs from that O-pen space
the chains they r U m B l e

   the apparition gives it straight,

“your d...e...a...d fool”

8/5/2019

Premium Member The Gypsy Queen

She was an older lady.
Bedecked with jewels,
Rainbow headband.
Glitzy scarf filled with rhinestones.

Her face was lined.
Wizened.
She was a crone.
Not easily fooled.
Her voice was a rasp.
A bark. Deep. Dark.

Her tarot cards deck…
Nothing fancy.
Crystal ball, runes, palmistry.
I sat at her table 
Intricate details in its scarf.
Embroidered with gold, 
Exquisite intricate stitching

Looking up
I knew I was looking into the face of magic.
We both smiled, but hers was stilted.
She studied my face, and relaxed.
Recognizing a cosmic connection
And another psychic when she found one.

What do you choose? She asked me.
Indicating the variety of choices.
I stared into her Bambi brown eyes.
So wise, so thorough, so intelligently intelligent.
Please choose for me, I said.
Best reading ever!

Premium Member Ho, Ho, Ho / a Redneck Xmas

‘Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer? 
 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 
 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 
 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 
 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians!  
 
And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 
 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing 
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa’s sissy endowings!
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Red Neck Xmas

'Twas close to the day when Buba Claus,
His red nose and Bowie knife shining,
Would be off to fill the manly's hearths,
With bacon for their frying.

The ground was bare of snow or ice, 
The sky was clear of reindeer. 
But Buba Claus was loading his sleigh, 
Real high, with good stout Yule beer? 
 
Buba Claus was out in force, 
His NRA cronies in tow, 
To fill naughty radicals stockings, 
With tiny bits of coal. 
 
Cigars dangled from their lips, 
A spittoon he placed by their feet, 
And, before the sleigh rose off the ground; 
They tossed in another side of beef. 
 
Each carnivore, they laughingly swore; 
Would have their fill this year, 
And Bambi blanched as He flew by, 
While Teddy Bears ran in fear! 
 
Over New Canaan His courses flew, 
Past the homes of vegetarians; 
And down their chimneys they did toss; 
The views of Libertarians! (gasp) 
 
And when the last haunch was placed, 
Upon the spits of the mighty, 
His spat his cud of gnarly gum, 
Into the spittoon real tidy! 
 
Then he flew off with a Ho, Ho, Ho, 
And, not the ones for plowing (wink)
Cause Buba Claus had his own ideas 
Of all Santa's sissy endowings!
Form: Narrative

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