Long Poppers Poems

Every January first of the new year...

finds me (a doggone muttering Homo sapien)
to give pause for reminiscences
and to take stock (sh lock and barrel)
about mein kampf in general
and previous three hundred
and sixty five days in...

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abuse, age, discrimination, health, introspection, lonely, old,

Customs To Getting Old  ©


There are very ingrained customs noted when getting old
Getting accustomed to old age is not one of them
One has to be blessed with 65...

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The poetry of the COVID era (read to the end)

Thai pineapple rice. Wonton and Yaki Soba
Tortufo ice cream. Scallopini veal, halva and also soda
Tamago, octopus and yellowtail. Ribs, pasta fagioli.
Meat lover’s pie, sword fish, big...

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Your rhyme reads like a rap they say,
a rap I say,
a rap they say,
perhaps but rap is rhyme you see,
it's rhyme really,
it's rhyme you see,
this poem is not lyrical,
no not at all,
not lyrical,
'cus songs use...

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Remember that rhyme about sticks and stones?
How broken bones hurt more than the names that were thrown?
Remember how in grade school everyone was our valentine?
Now we can’t find the time
To gather the courage to speak...

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I was four when I partied like it was 1999.
Didn’t know what Y2K meant—
thought it was a new kind of Ribena.
Mom said the world might end,
so we had fish fingers and Angel Delight
like it was...

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The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the...

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Benny Blue Beetle ran up a limb
He knew he could fly but he couldn’t swim
Way up in a tree way out in the air
He leaped and he flew way over there
Up high in the top...

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My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff,
I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost,
putting piles of our old clothes and shoes in various rooms,
one day I wanted to sweep and...

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High ho! High ho! What a wonderful beautiful day
The birds are tweeting, squirrels are chittering. 
The sky is glistening with faeries and poppers
Streams of happy sunlight beams disarm faeries 
Compelling monarchs to light on my...

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BY STREET CRIES

MY PEN SPEAKS POETRY WITH A PASSION 
RELEASING MENTAL PRISONS POSING AS PROBLEMS 
PEOPLE POINTING FINGERS IGNORING PARAGRAPHS OF LIFE SCRIPTURES 

PROMOTING THE PENALTY OF MINDLESS POTENTIAL
IN A PARADOX PASSING BY PEDESTRIANS
PLEASING PARASITES...

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Maybe its cold in the ember's heart...
maybe a snowflake has a soul
but we're born to label everything 
as "this" or  "that".
A pack of pill worshiping  ogres,
must get to the front of the liners.
Microwaving...

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To those of us that struggle with addiction,
 It's a choice you could say a self-infliction.

    You’re a slave to the substance and you’re not aware,
 A heavy cross for one to...

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CONCRETE WALLS

The darkness crashes down all around,
Like concrete walls that keep you bound.

I've heard we're a nation of pill poppers these days,
And that psychotherapy is all the rage.
I wonder if those who say such things
Know...

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New Years Eve it’s party time
Sup the beer and drink the wine
Special meal with new made friends
Comedian, sometimes offends.

Food and dancing all the way
To give old year it’s last hooray
Music singing from the show
Songs and...

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OCTOBER 1ST

October 1st says my mini-calendar
It’s one of those language poppers
This one    Spanish
“Esta lloviendo!” it says (It’s pouring rain!)
Damn right!
Cold too
And I’ve been griping all summer about the heat

Have you noticed –...

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Breastfeeding Perils

I watched you take your first breath
And open your sleepy eyes
Your trembling lip and clinched little fist
Never a mother could resist

From head to toes with your thick white coating
Soon rubbed clean and a warm...

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"Is tomato soup more important than friendship?" by Poet

I try to talk to her
but she's too busy eating her tomato soup
I hit the chat machine 
and all I hear is falling parmesan cheese
but the drama...

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One on his finger, one in his nose;
Crackers and honey, marsh mellow toes;
Voluptuous women, desire that grows;
And what is the problem, he’ll never know
        Seashell collectors, wadding through...

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Boxing Day

Christmas over,
Boxing day,
Snow replaced by rain,
Turkey eaten,
Presents opened,
Bones and wrapping remain.

Silent carols,
Muted bells,
The candles all burned out,
Bottle tops,
Nutshells
And gift tags lay round about.

Glittered cards,
Ribbons and bows,
Tinsel, baubles and more,
Unwanted gifts,
Stale perfume,
All strewn across the...

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I peer through
Into your world
I smell the fragrance
Of family
Cooking roast dinner

I listen intently
Party poppers
And Happy Birthday songs
Someone singing in the shower

I see colours and shapes
Moving reflections on glass doors
Dancing couples 
A dog, shadow tail wagging

I...

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Almost New Year

Tic Toc, the countdown’s started,	
Another year’s nigh done.
Break out the poppers, the salt and the coal,
In with the new and out with the old,
As parties rage on across the land,
Resulutions emerge from boy...

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Seems like we've all become
A nation of ruddy pill poppers
A pill for this, a pill for that
Even sex, now that's the topper

How did it finally come to this?
The doctors are making a killing
Prescribing a pill...

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Doctor narcotic slinging jellybeans and placebo
  with one twitch of the wrist, one life goes on the tilt
      distorting the dream and wrecking the rainbow

His red nosed ribbon circling...

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My mind is yours

I think of you
As I stab away at your heart

I think of you
As blood spatters all over my face

I think of you
As the life ebbs out of your vassal

I think of you
As...

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