Long Hooters Poems

Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among our friendly group
I myself am partial to some tasty asian...

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I came back to you in September
you were quiet then
still,
like you used to be,
when men were men
and I was just a child

When the smell of the fish docks
mingled well with the stench of the slaughter...

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A bullfrog and a butterfly both chanced upon each other.
‘My dear, you are an ugly beast!’ the bullfrog dared to utter.
‘Why froggy,’ gasped the butterfly, astounded by his words.
 ‘My beauty is unparallel while yours...

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Somewhere in time this Philosopher stonily ponders...

A poet (quite familiar with yours truly)
sat at his computer
trying his darnedest to craft a rhyme
imagining when both parents
of mine lived during their prime,
when me creative father acted out...

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Natural soporific narcotic

Recurrent suicidal thoughts 
vaingloriously wend along winding road
within windmills of my mind
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yakking, yanking, and yawking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus...

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no one has the saddle over the wild horse by the name fate
Jose as I had known him, had a life twisted by untamed forces
gifted and talented, we were the best of buddies, our lives...

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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ

ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I...

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recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
     gloriously wend 
     (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
     yanking zeal

becalming this crash test dummy rolling 
 ...

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The Lever (1) of Faith
*
The lever we need to move earth, if not heavens,
is Science, my friend, not your ‘take’ on our Bibles
(some mindfart of personal prejudice)! Players
take truth out of context to justify evil.
The...

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to tell the truth i have to tell the tale of a dangerous drunk...drowning in devil water...soon to get sunk
menacing stares from demons all around...laughing as he stumbles and staggers in the 
lounge
another sip of...

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Of cotton candy and candy apple’s crunch
I remember the circus tent and dusk
The smells of donkeys and elephant dung
And heady smells of smoke that hung
In the air almost suspended 
Up in the air trapezists flew
Catch...

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The silver sparkles in her smile
The vermilion arch of her lips
Her warm velvet chuckle
The tufts of hair brooking down her spine 
The millions gold of her breast

Ardent lust gleamed in her blush
My heart tramped louder...

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Hope of hope, you are the right one.
At birth it's the color of flesh.
Today while waiting for the bus one mother was.
She was attractive but without her daughter or son.
She ask me how to get...

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Have no pity for the overweight,
the out of breath at the garden gate,
the struggling in and out of cars,
cnsumer of syrup and chocolate bars.

Walking sticks and mobility scooters,
the difficult bras encasing hooters.
Red faced men and...

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Buoyed over waves of elation
Marvel at favourable sights of creation

Prospect for attainment visible
Within glossy bastion, even trials seems agreeable

Mollusk of endearing devotion, grumbling for denied favours seem so easy
How progenitors of our existence purse their...

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The day had been grim and hectic,
the working environment pressured and thick
with interoffice gossip and intrique,
how I yearned for silence's healing mystique./

The traffic volumes at days end was horrendous
the noise, the screech of brakes, the...

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OLD BELFAST

No hooters belch and screech in the mornings anymore
Industry has disappeared from the City’s working core
The Factories have all closed their gates a long, long time ago
Now silent shadows fill the space where workers...

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A nose is called many names
Some of them quite funny
Sometimes they are spotty
And often very runny
If you are unlucky you could have a bulbous nose
I would rather have a slender one, that's choosy I suppose
Roman...

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Last night I asked my sisters
Why they were not hooting
Little owl said no one missed her
She would hoot when she so suited

Middle owl asked why did I care
Hooting is not what it used to be
Go...

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Rudolph’s Stuck in the Traffic

     Rudolph’s stuck in the traffic,
     Oh! What a to-do,
     Hooters too-too-tooting
     Rudolph’s nose turning...

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Yesteryear pasted so fast
I was in the moment
When I realized it was a
Blast from the past

Presently all is well
I’ve been working on
Staying out of the past and the future

I just need my man to stop...

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HOOTERS GIRLS
Sherry I love the shine in your eyes
you're just the trimming for burgers and fries,
old men pretending not to watch you,
dreaming of things they shouldn't do.

I know Maria, your eyes are sad
I'm not the...

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The owls, hoo knows why, they do give a hoot.
Do humans give a hoot, or holler more?
The moons of hollowness...the wait for loot.
The holy prayer-knees...the beak defeats.

The dove descends with not a hoot, but peace.
A...

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When the Duke boys tried to jump over my house, they crashed through the middle.
The damn General Lee landed on top of me and put me in the hospital.
The Dukes apologized and said they meant...

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