Long Poopers Poems

The House That Jack Built (Pt. 2)

During Summer’s sweet vacation and sometimes on a school night,
 When most were safe in Dreamland and the Village bathed in moonlight,
 Nancy would toss gravel near my bedroom...

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Auf Wiedersehn

   Well here at last it's party time,in shorts and dirndl dress.
   Excitedly we travelled to the fest, a night of pleasure lay ahead.
   We knew from past...

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Schiff picked up the phone receiver again:Pelosi, your idea's great! The pizzas paid off! The gofers all rolled back! And their hauptman Mutt Gaets vanished, purportedly calling for a press conference. 
Pelosi: Uh, pizzas paid...

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I've roamed the halls of Poetry Soup for nearly nine years
and had lots of ups and downs, cried happy and sad tears
Some poets are super duper people that I call my 'friends'
There are some snoopers...

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Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker

Christians that go to hell 
will have one
Hell of a story to tell

       In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent...

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So, who says it takes ten years to become a poet?
I’ve read incredible lines from second graders --
Some may write for sixty years, you’d never know it
For all some have become are mediocre shaders!
Do you...

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Hey all you poopers
Please take my advice
Smile at the world
Always try to be nice

Even when people
Are rude and obnoxious
Pretend you don't notice
Don't cause a big ruckus

The world is searching
For people like us
To show them the...

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I'll try to tell you without my usual cant
that all I wanted was to go sailing with
Sherry Saturday morning but I can't!
My hovercraft is full of eels!

The watchman phoned when I was lying  
in...

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We're not all Hollywood hunks much as we'd like to think
Some of us are simple down to earth dudes
With simple needs and desires, walking around in a daze
In a “wonder what the hell happened” mood

Before...

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old things look different in the light of latter years.
latent appeal of patina, driven by kinetic days and nights.
bronzing of biblical bravery with no forensic fears.
the lilting loveliness of velveteen rabbit and fairy tales.

miniscule muscles...

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Winn Dixie Florida

Happily filling up my grocery cart I thought I heard snickers.
"Hershey's Kisses and Fruit Loops are smooching,” said Almond Slivers.
Piña-colada razzed Star Crunch, “Let's fight you chicken liver."
Energizer batteries cheered, “Smack him, Star!...

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