Long Larry Poems

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Premium Member Adam's Side Kick

I’ve been a pain in your side “Why let me see…”
“You’re made from God but you say I’m made from thee?”
You talk to the animals and to the sky?
As the moon lights the night you talk to my…thigh?

You want to run bare **** all through the woods
We’ll if you keep doing that you won’t have ANY “goods?”
So, you don’t like the fig leaf. It’s a bad choice?
“Well, use your words! Speak up! You got a voice.”

“You work? So you say. Just what do you do?”
All we eat are the fruits and some vegetable stew.
I cry at the sunrise. I’m not used to these eyes.
And I still can remember being inside God’s sigh.

I cry cause the wind blows dust at moon rise
I’m frightened and wonder what’s the next …SURPRISE!
Neighbors? What neighbors? Toss the leave use a peel
what care I for the wonder of what you’ll reveal.

Eden was wonderful, and ignorance bliss
yet so is the delight of a your so human kiss.
I love you, I’ll stay no mater the plight
and raise up our children and handle the fright.

*dedicated to Larry Belt's Adam / A Pain in my Side
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member Welcome To Twerking Tree Tribe

Shining in the distance was a pinata shaped like round bubble
A skinny limber boy yelled to his friend, “I will hit it on the double!”
The friend was watching star lizard twist on mountain with his curly tail.
Chuck, a skunk fox hybrid brought in bits and tatters of the morning mail.

Larry, an unassuming chipmunk tossed around his ruffled lace umbrella.
Dorothy, the girl in the slip dress told Larry he was an interesting fella.
Chickadee was fearful of the palm with the leather chaps and third eye.
Woe is me said the oak tree, I agree. I might even have to cry.

Cartoon petroglyphs rounded out the twerking tree tribe nicely.
Artist capturing everything complained, “does it have to be precisely?”
A turquoise lady bug who was butting in rolled her eyes and said.
You might leave out the chickadeel he is so still, I think he’s dead.
Form: Quatrain

Lame Name Game

Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have to ask her twice, she was so nice and very sweet.
Hairy Larry all alone, made the women grimace and groan.
Very scary in his approach, girls would crush him like a roach.
Steady Betty, always ready with what ever it took.
Found a way to save the day, be it by hook or crook.
Stan the man does what he can no matter what it takes.
Always appalled by what has happened, then says for goodness sakes. 
Gabby Abby giggles and talks with nary a concern.
I wonder if there'll ever be a time she'll ever learn.
Bob the slob wouldn't get a job, he did nothing all day.
He looked a mess, and yes I guess, there's nothing left to say.
Chatty Patty talked so much, she developed lock jaw.
You'd think that that would slow her down, but nah.
Dorky Doug had quite the mug, he looked a little askew.
When he'd greet you on the street, you didn't know what to do.
Nick the stick was very quick, always on the go.
He never walked, he always ran, the word slow, he didn't know.
Guilty Milty quite the guy. He never looked you in the eye.
If you caught him at his game, instead of shame, he'd rather die.
Ditzy Mitzy, not a clue, in her ear, you'd see clear through.
Sandy Sandy, on the beach, the young men she would beseech.
Their young minds she couldn't reach, but that's not what she tried to teach.
Loser Lenny always played, what it cost, he never weighed.
Didn't know when to walk away, should have left, but always stayed.
Pervy Peter made skin crawl, I'm guessing his was pretty small.
You felt like you'd catch a disease, even if he would just sneeze.
Surly Shirley, not too girly, and not very nice.
You can ask her once, a question, but don't ask her twice.
Bendy Wendy in the breeze, did everything down on her knees. 
The young boys she'd always please, when they would leer up in the tree's.
Kent the gent, his kindness spent, decided it was time.
To let them know just what he meant, but still did it in rhyme.
Holy Holly, quite contrite, prayed sincerely every night.
Oh, good golly, how she yearned for things to be just right.
In the interest of keeping your interest, I think I'll stop it here.
Like Billy up in the first line, I think I'll have a beer. :)
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Crime Scene Interviews

Too many witnesses, it will be a buster clutch, they’ll get mean.
Chief of police always gets his boxers in a bunch at a crime’s scene
I am a novice, and an intern. It is my first day not on the force.
Just watch; it could turn ugly; a dog and pony show with a large horse.

What was taken? I asked; it must be something valuable and big.
As far as I understand it, it is the farmer’s wife, little girl and his pig.
The wife isn’t worth much. The little girl can be a handful for sure.
But that potbelly pig has great bloodlines, his markings are pure.

You interview the sheep, I’ll take the cows and the rooster over there.
Thought mentor’s idea sounded like a good one, wise, and quite fair.
The sheep were not cooperating; they refused to speak at all.
Rooster was crowing and crooning, with each sound, he’d gotten tall.

How did you do? Larry asked; he had ridiculous notes, three pages.
I had to admit the sheep had clammed up; and he began some rages.
The sheep could not be coaxed to speak, for which I was rather glad.
I did not want to fail in front of Chief of Police, my own sweet Dad.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Alan Ginsberg Lives in My Left Intestine

 
              Mary found a dinosaur egg
                 in her closet
              The stork was the latest victim

              Of rye bread and corned beef we speak
                 dancing in the everglades
               A pale moon worshiped the morning sky

               Trauma aboard the toy boat in the bathtub
                  incestuous conversation in the lobby
                Golden pianos warm up the soup

                Flying ninjas escalate the fight over  
                  landfill’s gold reserves 
                Barf is, too, a clinical term   

                Jasmine Crockett, not Davy 
                  Larry Bird, not Admiral
                Eisenhower, Stevenson and Kennedy
                 Three Flyways

                Computers yield to the abacus    
                  tummy ache, all better
                Suburban lawnmowers on the prowl, daddy


Bowl of Sorrow

Eating bowls of dying meat
                      sucking poison which taste sweet.
                    Gas filled bodies that retain their juice
                     a dead little dog that took abuse.
                   The death song plays for a mutilated boy
                      insane parents who receive no joy.
                    Black dogs bark at the funeral fires
                     death looks down and picks his desires.
                   The decapitated body of an unknown man
                       no one cried which was part of the plan.
                   A shot in the dark took the poor man down
                     crazy children laugh as they hear the sound.
                    'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man
                      slay your neighbor as fast as you can
                      No one hears this , no one understands
                     'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man.
                    A slash of the knife brought grandma down
                    the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground.
                  The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child
                    the man with the knife is running wild.
                   The meat in the gutter might be your own
                     for you are left for dead
                    and to the dogs you were thrown !
                                                                          © By Larry Hays
© Larry Hays  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Ballade

Premium Member What I Accomplished

What I Accomplished

Today I made my way to school
I sat in back and played it cool.
I think of all I might have missed
and then I put them in a list.

Timmy told on Tommy for telling big fat lies
just below the window sill I found three dead flies.
Someone tripped poor Mary but no one would confess
they could see it skinned her knee and tore her favorite dress.

Billy's in big trouble! He got caught being bad!
The teacher and the principle just called his mom and dad.
Larry brought a rubber snake inside of his sack lunch
he showed it to Linda Lou and it scared her a bunch.

Jeffry told a joke today that made the teacher smile
I got one I might tell, but not til after while.
Betty stayed home from school, someone said she's sick
Stuart brought a sucker and gave everyone a lick.

Running as fast as I can I outran my older brother!
Trying just to beat him home and show my list to my mother.
Tomorrow is a brand new day and I'll make a brand new list.
Called if I hadn't come to school, the things I might have missed.

Edwin C Hofert
Form: List

Premium Member The A-Z of Alliteration

Alan Allston ate an addictive piece of cake.
Bertie bounced his bouncy ball by the bus stop but his brother caught the bouncy ball before the bus came.
Claire, Clara, Chloe and co built a sculpture of Charlie out of snow.
David danced with Dani in a dance club in Derby.
Eliza's enormous elephant squirted water at an eagle.
Frances frantically searched, quite flushed, for Freddie's friendly frog.
General enquiries? Go Google it!
Henry hated hula hoops and Hungry Hippos.
Ingenious Ignatius invented an intelligence of sorts.
Jackie's Jaguar Jasper liked jumping giant fences.
Kind King Knowles knows what's best for his kingdom.
Larry limped lightly after he had a nasty fall.
Mary played Moana in a school production.
Nobody notices November's rain, not since winter has arrived again.
Oops! Oh no! It's happened all over again!
Pedro, Perdy and Poots played bagpipes in the middle of Boots!
Quality Street for quiet times.
Rita raised an eyebrow when she got the rhyme wrong!
Some slimy slugs saw Sid Sidewinder slithering slowly singing silly songs.
To tell you the truth, Tea's just right for me.
The unhappy unicorn kept dry under her umbrella.
Vera the violet vulture was very hungry. 
The winds were whistling a wintry tune.
Xena played her xylophone while Xander was having his x-ray.
Yesterday's Yellow is today's Gold.
Zoe's zebra stared at her as she zealously expressed her views on Zoom.
Form: List

Mister Sunshine

Back in my town all the kids around
Say, "Hey, there's Mister Sunshine"
Just this old guy, always had a smile
And happy face stickers or some candy for a crying child
Worked at the grocery store thirty years or more
Everybody knows Mister Sunshine
     
Have you heard the news, they say
Mister Sunshine died today
And the sky went gray

Just a normal day like any other day
The last one for Mister Sunshine
Helping Mrs. Green with her groceries
Little Imogene stepped into the street
Some hot rodding fool thinking he was cool
No one saw him but Mister Sunshine

Have you heard the news, they say
Mister Sunshine died today
And the sky went gray
     
On the evening news, channel forty two
Lead story was "Hero Saves Child"
You know, I never knew his name was Larry, did you
Took care of Mary Rose his wife who had a stroke
He fought back in the War, got a Silver Star
Everbody loves Mister Sunshine

Copyright 2013. 2015. All Rights Reserved.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Slang Footle Male Names: Part 4:

It’s Sure not Miss Daisy

Drivin’
Ivan

The Over-Achiever

Be more
Igor

Big Eater Guy

Piggy
Iggy

The Straw Man
Flaxen
Jackson

Street Smart

Joseph
Knows stuff

Serial killer?

Gory
Jory

Would Love to hear from One

Call a 
Jonah

The Extra Cautious

Wary
Jerry

So Burdened

Laden
Jayden

Get Him Deoderant

Smelly
Kelly

Being Cloned Thrice

Tripling
Kipling

This Guy Will Do

Any
Kenny

Who Needs To Weight Lift?

Scrawny
Lonny

Who DOES weigh lift?

Brawyn 
Johnny

Halloween Lover

Scary
Larry

He’s got Tons of Them

Logan’s
Slogans

The Substitute

Stand-in
Landen

You’ve Got To

See my 
Levi

So gross

Lucus
Mucus

More than Enough

Plenty
Lenny

Below Zero

Minus
linus
Form: Footle

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