Long Primp Poems
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Snowy white seagulls primp and preen on my front lawn… pests with pretty wings noisy, annoying, raucous irritating trespassers
Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on
algae and crustaceans
An elongated neck spirals
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp poised tropical dwellers
balancing effortlessly on one outstretched leg,
A ballerina’s pirouette in fuchsia tutus’
Statuesque stillness in shallow water
Rosette feathers flair flamboyance
Passionate plumage, blushing boas
Webbed feet tap and stamp below,
an aquatic burlesque show
The flamenco dance named after you
Rose-tinted creature tranquil, wader
Hook-billed blackened lamellae
sieved nobly, an intense look in a print
Cluster buster of pink with lengthy legs that sprint
PRIMP and PREEN
Passersby’s halt, they fear to walk by, to fall to this feline
in her prime. No moggie is she who’s primped and preened
in contemplation she flaunts her flair. Motionless as art, her
body’s dreadful covered in copious layers of azure fur.
This she cat finds each passerby a meal, a most delectable prey.
Primped and preened, her snaking tail waving rhythmic.
Her trunk’s molded like a rounded goblet full of wine.
Her paws arrest, slender, like a maiden's finger fine.
Her chest full and firm, she posed with influential height.
Her translucent tabby orbs shutter, then focus to gaze
reflecting a light, shadowed by a panacea of unfolding lies;
twin spheres speak, solid, content in serenity and pride.
There's a bombshell shining in this cat's eyes.
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~Inspired by: The Blue Cat by Pamela Colman Smith 1907~
***For Debbi Guzzi's: Ten Paintings, Ten Poems, ALMOST DONE
__Olive Eloisa D. Guillermo__
08:24; January 13, 2015
Dark shadows akin to edge of night
affected by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
(scientific name as
same itty bitty
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarmed
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia,
well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1.Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another home-made trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.
For Brother Jacob, our fellow poet,
who lives his life
real and true to the call of God:
COME INTO MY HOUSE LORD
Come into my house Lord.
Anoint my house with peace.
Adorn it with jewels of love.
May laughter ring from its walls.
Bring children that call -
that call upon the name
of the living God.
Break the tablets of sin.
Resurrect those ears and chins.
May light flow back into young eyes.
Let them not sleep with unholy light.
May their conversation be
holy and hopeful.
May it spread
like a passionate fire until the end,
for these children are yours;
raised for such a time as this.
Lord, let parents and grandparents
rest on your word, like a comfy-soft pillow.
May they primp and fluff the word of God,
reviving it, making it fresh
for those little ears
and teenagers
and young adults.
Come into my house, Lord.
Let your footsteps be found.
Let every room be blessed
with your oil of gladness.
Overflowing…overflowing -
flood of goodness, your lovingkindness.
Break the habit of sin.
Throw it into the pit.
Raise your arms.
Wait for it!
Wait for it!
Blessings that can’t be contained.
They far outweigh the gods of yesterday.
9/7/2021
Next Memorial Day
Let's remember all those deceased
Their blood on the hands of those
Who sold us 'Defund the Police'
We'll rename July Fourth
'USA Dependence Day'
Let the il-Liberty Bell toll
We're all on drugs and the dole
The first Monday in September
Is still called Labor Day
But who needs to work now
Uncle Sam pays us more to play
How 'bout old Columbus Day
States now renaming it
'Indigenous Peoples Day' --
Why not Illegal Aliens Day
And let's not forget Halloween
When scary grownups primp and preen
Trying to fit in costumes to display parts of them
-- Better left unseen
Of course, last but not least:
Election Day's now a national holiday
How's that different for postal remployees
Who never show up anyway
Suitors lined up, hoping to court me
Promising plethoras of pleasure
Tantalizing, teasing hints of treasure
To move my reticent, reluctant lips to say ‘Oui’
To obsequious bow to my innumerable charms,
While in a mirror of pomp, I primp and pose
When spot a man – mustachioed, mysterious – undisposed
To flatter my golden hair, narrow waist or delicate arms
An unlikely king or composer of Psalms
Ill-at-ease with strongmen and heroes
Counselor to hobos, weirdos and zeroes
And I, drawn to his visage with increasing alarm
Entry in "When You are Old" contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Date: Jan. 14, 2025
Ribbons of confetti are streaming
out of the surviving building's with people hanging from them
And everyone to be seen in this
procession is both smiling happy
and partying to the sound of
accompanying victory triumphant
blarring music
As on this day glory be the war
is finally over and at an end
Our loved one's soldiers father
men son's and brothers will soon enough be returning and joining
us at home once again
So mother's clean and primp the
family home put fresh sheets on
the bed and cook whatsoever welcoming meal with rations
they have left
Expecting to greet with loving
embrace the loved one they so
missed who left
Only for a shadow of a former
self to return in place of them
instead
A virtual lookalike both framed the
same yet somehow different behind
eye's as if he was a distant stranger
taken over subservient to his past
Long before post traumatic distress
was deemed to be a clinical condition
Because alas roaming lost and confused dodging shell's and
ammunition is the only thing his
mind has become accustomed to
As to him a warn torn soldier
his home is no longer
the place he left or a place he
can return to
But the final resting place where
his brethren died in ernest and
as any soldier worth his salt knows
It's a dereliction of one's sworn
duty to never leave anyone behind
Just how small can small-minded be?
Small-minded is that thing you see
That walks with small steps constantly
But goes nowhere you want to be.
Small are their own small-minded thoughts
That resonate from nil to naught
And traverse in small-minded ways
Self-centered trips through sterile days.
Small are the hopes and dreams they claim
Which lose perspective frame-by-frame.
It's just a small-time picture show
That demonstrates how less they know.
Short-sighted is small-minded's friend
like two absurds placed end to end.
They primp and preen to their content,
Nothing to flaunt - not gained nor lent.
And, small minds are far-sighted cursed
That go from bad to worse to worst.
For them far-sighted, heaven knows,
Is that which lies just past their nose.
The small-minded have egos too
But lose sight of what, why and who.
They rumble in small-minded ways
And shuffle through a self-made maze.
Some with small minds resolve to see
A "heads will roll" philosophy
But if they did what there would be
Is their own mindless entity.
The small-minded do not go far.
They like to think how great they are
But when it comes to finding fame
Just side show stuff - a no name game.
If you meet small minds on the street
Don't call them out but just repeat
Small minded's slogan of their ilk:
"Small-mindedness is Mother's Milk."
groovy graying grateful ghost
happy Halloween party’s healthy host
he was humble, did not boast
in truth, we all liked him the most
out of a ditch climbed an ugly witch
this party went on without a pause or hitch
Greedy gremlins danced swishing a switch
I ended up with a giant gremlin named Mitch
cutting in was a gigantic green ghoul
I do not dance with them as a rule
But this one I recognized from grade school
He told me he’d always considered me a jewel
In a bit I saw a carved pumpkin, Jack
I knew him from his carved hump back
Sorry I said to the vampire named Mack
I handed him a discarded trick-or-treat sack
Arriving now was Heather, the Halloween queen
prettiest October faerie I’d ever seen
She was warm and friendly, not at all mean
She did not put on airs, primp or preen
Best Halloween queen ever I said, giving her a toast.
She surely is! Added our groovy graying grateful host.