Long Peeper Poems
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Wit wears wonder well
Touching tale truth tells
Solemn signage spells
Linger lasting light
Streaming soothing sights
Fling feisty fond flights
Nowhere near nice norms
Dazzle dusty dorm
Freeze-frame fuzzy form
Charm cheers crazy choice
Prune peachy plant poise
Vibrant versions voice
Confront cream crimson
Brave bubbly blossoms
Address aid awesome
See success stable
Treasure time travel
Meet mindset marvel
Sanguine smiles succinct
Defy deeds distinct
Ink intuits instincts
Achieve ample ask
Beliefs branding bask
Troubles temper task
Lovers lusting loft
Sampling stories soft
Fizzle flowing froth
Jester joins just joke
Peeper prompting poke
Crazy custom chokes
Sense stormy seas surge
Piquant poignant purge
Unzip urgent urge
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2015
Singapore
Next Monday I get my peepers checked
Certainly couldn't be better timing
Bumping into walls, wearing Cathie's sciveys
For my 20-20 vision I'm pining
Fed our bird Tweety a big bowl of dog food
Fed our dog Rover some bird seed
Rover tried to fly off the top of his doghouse
While Tweety lifted her leg to pee
Hope I don't do myself bodily harm
While hoisting my bum on the sink
Think they're making toilets higher these days
A peeper check's overdue, methinks
By mistake I donned a gown of Cathie's
Felt silky and sexy and girlie
But Cathie caught me posing in front of the mirror
Thought I was starting to act kinda squirrely
A real dilemma most unusual to encounter
During my very short stay here on earth
What it all boils down to is very bad eyesight
But it causes much laughter and mirth
© Jack Ellison 2013
(while trapped in Pottstown
Memorial Hospital parking lot).
My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,
thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper
by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,
and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve
living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep
while all around, an
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas,
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions
linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,
discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),
anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be
leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee
beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations
(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.
Oh death,
You are ugly!
Get away from me!
Each time you laugh
Your guttural laugh,
Like a Python,
I know you have devoured
Another poor soul
I know because evil forest
Lives next door
Every witching hour,
I observe your lifeless victims
From my tiny window,
Where I plead my own case
As they ferret one unfortunate soul case after another
To the church yard
No one knows who is next
Or what hour you will cold-cock
Even the most vicious witch,
Witch doctors are impotent
When you register for them
Your confederate earth and earth worm
Know not to pique you
For fear of famishing
The day a coffin maker
Swears at you,
He goes home without a bounty
Doctors who snooze with cadavers
Shudder ceaselessly when you sneeze
A morgue attendant
Would rather have his eyes plucked out
Than peep through the window of a morgue;
For angst of what lays in wait...
What the peeper has spied
The maw cannot orate
An obdurate hover,
Knows not to stalk
A soul case into it's crypt
For death angst
I have hailed you Ozoemena
And christened my folks Onwubiko
That has not pacified you
You have only lent a deaf ear
To my feverish entreaties
Tonight,
I shall restrain all sacrifices to you
And your allies
I have heard of a sure-fire Ace
Who once bequeathed you
An undying pin-fall
Before you skedaddled from Hades
And commenced afflicting everyone
The poor and rich
Are at your mercy
My folks and I
Shall seek solace in the sure-fire Ace
Oh!
I see your guttural laugh dissipating!
Because you know
He is coming to judge
The living and the dead
Death, concoct yourself
You will not be passed over
Your internment is at hand
As our people ventilate: death dey smell
You have caused enough pain, sorrow and suffering
To our people
When the master descends on you,
You shall get an overdose
Of your own pills
Death,
You are already ugly;
You are going to look
Even uglier six feet under!
I stand here in someone's dream,
a pleasant way to spend the night.
All my dreams have boring themes,
for them to share seems only right.
Would it be considered wrong,
to jump aboard their train?
Just one night to tag along,
to take a ride in someone's brain.
Looking out of windows strange,
at a different point of view.
Could this help to rearrange,
help to make a vision new?
If they wake and find me there,
in the middle of their mind.
Their dream now a nightmare,
a horrible thing to wake and find.
I've decided to stay at home,
not covet the dreams of others.
Only dreaming dreams I own,
while I lay beneath my covers.
10/9/18
There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television
One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked
Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease
A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks
Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air
Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.
Next Monday I get my peepers checked
Certainly couldn't be better timing
Bumping into walls, wearing Cathie's sciveys
For my 20-20 vision I'm pining
Fed our bird Tweety a big bowl of dog food
Fed our dog Rover some bird seed
Rover tried to fly off the top of his doghouse
While Tweety lifted her leg to pee
Hope I don't do myself some bodily harm
While hoisting my bum on the sink
Thinking they're making toilets a lot higher
A peeper check is overdue, I think
By mistake I donned one of Cathie's gowns
Felt so silky and sexy and girlie
But Cathie caught me posing in front of the mirror
Thought I was starting to act kinda squirrely
A real dilemma most unusual to encounter
During my very short stay here on earth
What it all boils down to is very bad eyesight
But it causes much laughter and mirth
© Jack Ellison 2015
When I saw the Grim Reaper
pull out his peeper and pee on the patio,
I yelled, "Hey Jack!
Can't you use the facilities out back?
That's what normal people do, you know.
I always said I wasn't afraid of death,
till one night, Death tried to rob me of my breath.
And as I was gasping for air,
he said with a cold, penetrating stare,
"Next time they ask if you're afraid of death,
just say 'Yesth.'"
I came to this hospice to die.
I see Mister Death standing by.
He's consulting a note.
I thought he did everything by rote.
What’s with that quizzical look in his eye?
When Mister Death had me firmly in his grip,
I pleaded, "Sir, can we please make this a round trip?"
He said, "I'm sorry to say,
this trip is only one way.
But we do serve drinks, and chicken wings,
with a delectable ranch dip."
When it got to be close to seven,
we were still a half-light year away from heaven.
I said, "Mister death, one question more.
When will we get to heaven's door?"
"Oh, not till tomorrow morning, Sir,
about a quarter past eleven.
When I reach the pearly gates with the grim reaper as my guide,
I hope the question of whether I get heaven or hell is only for Jesus to decide.
Because if Peter is allowed his opinion, and then that apostle Paul,
I don't think I stand much of a chance at all.
When we got to heaven, Saint Peter said,
“Hurry in, quick, so I can shut the door ~
you were being closely followed by the Babylonian whore.
And if she were to get in,
God only knows what trouble I'd be in.
Heaven would never again be the same as before.”
To folks staring at a screen in a brightly lit room,
I said, "I have arrived in heaven, right, I presume?"
"Yes, yes," they replied, my soon-to-be heavenly friends.
“But until this gosh darn epidemic ends,
there's no other way to do heaven but by Zoom.”
Heaven is not at all what I expected.
It’s hell to be stuck in a place with the boring elected.
They do nothing but this goody-goody-two-shoe stuff!
Believe me, after half an eon, I’ve had just about enough.
Oh, where’s the escape button? I wanna be ejected.
The end
I have a sweetheart box of chocolate on my head!
I am doing the valentines dance,sang out Chickabilly Fred.
He danced a frisky two-step that was hilarious to all.
He is a fluffy peeper, whose butt is not so small.
I am going to ask Betty Sue if she will marry me.
She is my forever girl, I think you will agree
I have a box of nut-free chocolates sitting on my head.
For if she had a nut, my best girl might be dead.
She has an allergy, sang out Chickabilly Fred.
You are sure happy! An old rooster male said.
I am getting engaged, sang this super optimistic chick that day.
Before he got to Betty Sue, someone else had married her that day.
Her exquisite lace linen collar tiered in layers of dainty threes
Was not the only beautifying feature of Princess LaCrees
Her beetle necklace of green peridot was engraved well
Her monocle was designed by Bob Mackie’s protégé, Snell.
She was the ultimate spring peeper croaker.
We saw by her wardrobe, she was a leap frogging bloaker.
Prominently featured on her front was a darling topaz roach broach.
It was the kind of semi jewel that would never have to ride in coach.
Princess LaCrees knew to top off her flashy outfit with a favored crown.
Orange crushed velvet puff ball at the top, it was a coppery light brown.
She is dazzling, a jumper among the reeds, the best of the best.
Ribbit Ribbit she shouts, her head a big crest.
Don’t you get hungry wearing all of those bugs? Asked Lady in Waiting.
Not really, the princess answered, as her maids began the uncrating.
Grasshoppers, ants, beetles, and lady bugs were scattering all around.
She stabbed and ate them all with her wand, without making a sound.