Long Boohoo Poems
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My heart’s torn into 2
“Boohoo!” as my mom always says
My heart’s shade is blue
But, it’s one of those sad dayz
The grieving process starts
Don’t shed your tears – bottled up!
Broken vase
You reached a phase….
Remorse chase
You should keep pace
Just in case –
I love you so
We
Are a
Good
Pair –
Hearts
Beat as
One and
I throw
My fits
Once more
Like a
2-year-old would
Yes, you’re as one,
No longer 2
But, my heart’s torn into 2
I’m single now, incomplete
But 2’s worse than one – complete
That fact isn’t that neat though!
Please give me a break, oh Lord!
My heart's torn into 2...
My heart jumps with joy and accord!
Yes! I found my pair...
We're as connected as a chord!
We have a cool link!
Coal face
disgrace
Bad vibes
from tribes
Dark art
at heart
Big deal
surreal
Uptight
yeah right
Sky high
my eye
Who knew
boohoo
My god
that’s odd
not half
a laugh
High five
alive
Stock phrase
daft craze
Buzz word
absurd
Smart tek
brain wreck
Sour pus
missed bus
High horse
off-course
Slow coach
cockroach
Big cheese
feels squeeze
Sore thumb
by gum
Hells bells
death knells
Fast lane
Insane
Bored stiff
with gif
Calm down
you clown
Joe soap
might cope
John dough
skid row
Jackpot
great scott
Long run
such fun
Clean sweep
knee deep
Bon mot
for show
Quick quip
takes dip
False dawn
a yawn
Created and posted : 10th October 2022 for Brian Strand contest
***Crazy Menagerie***
I definitely bit off more than I could chew,
when I came a-running to my friend's rescue
He said it was no big deal, a real snooze actually
to just please, please look after his cutie menagerie
He said everything was pretty much self-explanatory
just feel at home, and relax...he sure was being sneaky!
I thought the word "menagerie" was just an exaggeration,
but goodness me, I almost fainted when I was greeted by a python!
He just lay there by the foyer, quite snug as a bug on the rug
So I carefully stepped over it, and planned to make tea for my mug
I headed to the kitchen, when I heard something go squeak! squeak!
What was that? I wondered, then I let out a bloodcurdling shriek!
It flew right over my head, yikes, another one got me all panicky
My eyes bugged out as I realized that he had a couple of paniki*!!
I went rushing out the kitchen and ran straight into an aquarium
No cool fishies here, just mousies out of equilibrium
They were jumping up and down now, trying to escape
when I heard a suspicious grunt, it sounded like an ape!!
I was so scared to search for it, but curiosity won out
So I opened doors and cabinets, when I ran smack into a snout!
Ewwwww, I just realized that I just kissed an ugly pig!
I then remembered he kept one to go on truffle digs!
He said he had a cat though? Where were the common pets?
Ah, there it is; here, kitty, kitty, when I saw it was a ferret!
It was doing this weird dance, it hopped then bumped into me
I wigged out, then stepped right on the tail of that poor kitty!!
It lunged at me and I fell back onto aquarium glass
of course it had to teeter totter and I was too late, alas!!
It just hit the marble floor, then I heard that sickening crash
Mousies all over me!!! Shook my head till I got whiplash
The cat was now scratching me, I was screaming 'till my throat was sore,
This was a total nightmare, that snake was blocking that damn door!!
My eyes were like leaking faucets, I had thick tears, I didn't know?
When I wiped off my cheeks, I found out it was icky guano!!
Boohoo, sniffle, snuffle--am I never getting out of here?!?
Dang Chris says he'll be back in a week, will just drown myself in beer.
* paniki=bats
** for Sharon's Pet-sit Panics contest
A feathered clutch once bewailed –
What can a sparrow do
in a sky full of raptors?
The red-necked puckers’ won’t arrive
until blood smells like copper pennies.
She was only one winter old,
cried a fuss-bucket booby.
Begone crone.
croaked a plumed strutter.
A fish needs a fish for its supper,
little girls should not roam
far from their nests.
One bold worm spoke forth
before the lollers and gawkers.
She ate only half of me
before the hawkish lout knocked her out.
Now I must bury us both.
Fellow travelers, both the peckish and the pecked,
we all belong to this green turning morgue.
All must ride the sky-wagons
where last breaths are turned to rainclouds.
What can we do?
Sobbed a brimful of hatchlings.
O what can we do?
Boohoo, boohoo, boohoo.
It succeeds my intelligence
Beyond my sharpest reason
Surpasses common sense
All logic begins seizing
Minutes become hours
Weeks add up to years
Golden grains sour
Stagnant pools of lonely tears
A new mother, hands shaking
Baby boy clinging to her breast
Time flies, a rude awakening
Hesitantly getting dressed
Head to toe, in her best attire
Lipstick and pearls to adorn
Streams of tears, though, not much of a cryer
Reminiscing the day he was born
Entering the sanctuary, a bitter sweet smile
Finds her seat on the first pew
A strange man escorts a bride down the isle
She is the first to boohoo
She used to be his everything, stars and universe
The only woman in his life
But as time moves on, they must disperse
As his bride becomes his wife
Time is elusive and much too fickle
To wrap her brain around
Days like drips on a heated Popsicle
A silent, jarring sound
Before long, new becomes the norm
Two trips around the sun
Then the birds and bees swarm
In the oven, a bun
A new grandmother, steady hands
Baby boy against her heart
Wise to all of the infant's demands
One journey ends for a new one to start
5 generations, gathered together
Tucked tightly in a small room
Her son squeezes her hands of leather
A new life being formed in a womb
Tears rolling, the family is shaken
She inhales her last breath
Another beginning is in the making
Birth coincides with death
5/12/17
Very few like I
You either tell the truth or lie
It was do or die
So why go by suicide
When you could either keep or lose your life
During daylight or through the night
First the sun then the moon would rise
Above and below sewage pipes
Filled with human poop and flies
Somewhere around two forty five
Girl gave me a chance, so I showed her that I can scuba dive
It was now voodoo time
Never again want to hear you boohoo and whine
Up and down hills, the tires continuing to move and slide
While I cruise and drive
Get out the glue and try
You'll find out in the end who is right
By: Dalton Ogletree
Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you?
The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two,
The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on,
Their patience was exhausted as I sat buttering a scone.
I dawdled on arrival though the menu is quite clear,
I fiddled with my glasses whenever waitresses came near,
I nibbled on some poppadoms and slowly sipped my soup
But they’re keen to move this table now, to accommodate a group.
So come in Captain Hindsight, I need you on the line,
Just Tweet a cute emoji if you’re still a friend of mine,
You must be getting hungry, clear your diary, find some foods,
The hosts of countless phone-ins are simply spouting platitudes.
Is it really sensible to let our steelworks close,
Should Boohoo use slave labour to stitch our discount clothes?
Was breaking-up the railways a really mad idea?
Dare we book a holiday for May or June next year?
Reveal yourself on Tik-Tok or maybe Instagram,
This is no time to reject toys or throw them from your pram.
Laying-low is not required they need you on the news
There are many here among us who would gladly steal your shoes.
Just who imagined gantries over motorways were sane
When stranded vehicles occasionally block the left-hand lane?
Should crops be decimated by barbarians hare-coursing
As some tally-up donations from the firms they like endorsing?
The nurses and the warehousemen all need your sound advice
Without this there’s an endless risk they’ll run around like mice.
Public trust in newspapers will ebb away and lapse,
With schisms on the increase we need you to say “Perhaps.”
So please stay in our consciousness - like Robin Hood or Santa
Without your wise opinions, LBC* will lose its banter.
When the bar stools are in use again we shan’t know what to say,
So come back Captain Hindsight, please don’t go away!
* LBC is an English language radio station highly reliant upon telephone calls from its listeners. This poem was first published by Poets Unite Worldwide on 25th September 2021.
I went through a traumatic experience...
I almost got black mailed...
And then...all the problems I had is behind the fence
Lesson learned - I failed...
I woke up from a nightmare in reality
Everything's okay...God has forgiven me
With His healing vitality as a whole
Anxiety once banging at my skull
God saved my life
From social media strife
Thanks wholeheartedly
I was foolish and gullible...naive naturally
I love You...thanks sister too
I hate myself for making such a bad move
No one has a clue...oh boohoo...
I'll get over myself one of these days - I will be bodyquaking to my groove
Shake off the stress
Chillin like a villain at home
I will...will worry less
Wondering where else to roam
Thank You...thank you...thank you...
Thanks everyone for caring
Supporting me as well as being true
My heart is angry...a-flaring
Sure like to share my innermost thoughts
Haven't yet found where they're hidden
Searched and searched but really no luck
Gonna put out a Lost Data bulletin
Sure they were there the last time I checked
But that was way back in my teens
At some point between back then and now
They're totally missing it seems
Other stuff's missing like my wavy black hair
It once was my crowning glory
It's now really thin and getting thinner
It's white for which I'm quite sorry
Heard some people age rather gracefully
That ain't the case with yours truly
As well as thin and white with some cooties
It's really unmanageable and unruly
Should have expected this turn of events
From a handsome young fellow to this
So I've had to accept I'm less of a charmer
Here's a big boohoo and a hiss!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo
But Yogi’s not seeking a deal,
He’s scanning the park for a picnic
Looking forward to his evening meal.
Warner Brothers deny their involvement
So investors are kept in the dark,
But rumours are spreading ’round Bedrock
And the restrooms of Jellystone Park.
Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo,
It’s becoming a sought-after brand;
For Yogi it’s deeply upsetting
And he’s drawing a line in the sand.
This fetish for gobbling-up trademarks
Is addictive - a turbulent torrent,
So the trustees of Hanna-Barbera
Have rescinded Mister Ranger’s warrant.
Boohoo is loving the limelight,
Printing posters to boast of expansion.
Directors are driving round Dorset
Seeking out an available mansion.
Animated heroes fall silent,
Suppressing their deep-seated rage,
They’ve vowed to stop buying new costumes,
Thought bubbles stay blank on the page.
Snagglepuss is sacking his agent
Whose alibi soon fell to pieces,
Wacky Races have cancelled two meetings
Though Mister Jinks is still chasing meeces.
Huckleberry Hound is blue in the face,
So upset that he’s leaving his kennel tea.
Boohoo’s directors have not thought this through,
Analysts think they’ll soon pay a penalty.
Now Matalan, Primark and Peacocks
Are struggling hard to pay rates,
They see this young upstart named Boohoo
Just sealing competitors’ fates.
The Jetsons are locked in a hangar
Refusing to talk to the press,
While Cindy is comforting Yogi
Because bears aren’t accustomed to stress.
Just how many trademarks are needed
To cater for everyone’s tastes?
With so many trend-setters in lockdown
Periodically measuring waists.
The Jellystone team is downhearted
When they note that admissions are down,
With Boohoo now trashing their legacy
It’s the first time they’ve seen Muttley frown!
Yes, Boohoo is bidding for Boo-Boo,
It’s becoming a sought-after brand;
For Yogi it’s deeply upsetting
And the prospects for fashion seem bland.