Long Primp Poems

Anti Establishmentarian - hashtags himself as antithetical

The following poem crafted 
not quite thirty months ago,
when severe bad hair day
found yours truly self sequestered
toying with notion 
to coif, primp, and tease, his limp locks,
(whose hirsute trademark...

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I.
Miles McNeill was not a fine young man,
he barley finished high school, with a D,
seemed more interested in a thug life,
ran with the gangs and lived life on the streets.

Already had a criminal record,
twice now...

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Once again besieged by fruit flies

Pestiferous infestation quite
argh apartment unit b44 
plagued with plight
analogously linkedin to phenomena  
experienced within outer limits 
of the twilight zone
dark shadows akin to edge of night 
opportunistic nuisance might...

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Poet of Perkiomen Valley
discovered aforementioned titled poem
about thirty months ago he wrote
impossible mission critters to smote
chronic issue yours truly does note
years later meaning today
April 19th, 2022
necessitated we allow, enable

and provide welcome to exterminator
actually management did...

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“Too Far Away”?
Once upon a time in; the land of primp and pomp;
Lived a group of mixed inhabitants, who often yelled and stomped.
   They sang their little theme songs; to a melody of...

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I am a housecat now
Reduced from a lioness to this quieter,
Softer
Altogether weaker specimen
Propped on cushions I sit by the window
Staring out at the world through
Hooded eyes
Veiling my anguish behind a façade of contentment
Pretending I don’t...

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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
    ...

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No lentil beans before bedtime unless...
(alternately titled: unrelenting flatulence)

Ya wanna count bajillion sheep,
but tween gluteus maximus powerful
natural gas explosions during sleep
(ass suspected source) – courtesy missus
she served me lentil beans piled outsize heap

sinister been off...

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Adrift upon the ocean  
bob a bunch of resting birds.
What is it that they call themselves?
A flock or school or herd?

Could it be this feathered colony  
is a band or horde at best
No...

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will I awaken
               tears?
     struggling, uncomfortably
           ...

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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...

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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...

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Serena, when she’s sleeping, is the sleepiest cat in the world.

She likes her basket in the sun,
and a nice warm bed when day is done.
She stretches first and turns around
and only then she settles down.
But...

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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...

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I'm a flower; I stand tall and primp for the world to see,
As a blooming princess, I incur both acclaim and glory.

Shaking shyly under a whimsical sky in dull tree stumps, 
Soft melting snow vacuums up...

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I'll hold this place for her loving faintly-
fragile, and tepid outer layer veils so thinly
a gorgeous core shining bright and quietly
  Her eyes say more
    than lips betraying her thoughts
 as...

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The Borg have nothing on the bees;
they act as a collective mind.
Instead of dominating worlds,
They leave a better place behind.

A bee’s life, rather short and hard
unless it happens you’re the Queen.
Twenty-five hundred eggs a day
leaves...

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The world is filled with some fancy dancers
who'll come a prancing through your bedroom door
They'll do a pretty good job of makin’
you think they're spot on what you're lookin’ for

But they'll hem and haw and...

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Why can’t he get away from that mirror? Miss Piggy wondered.
He seemed to be fixated on it like a show horse encumbered.
The magic mirror was for her to primp and preen, was it not?
Are you...

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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...

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When I look in the mirror, the face of a lion I see,
Although I am only a kitten who lives in a house.
I catch myself daydreaming about what I could be,
Running fast and hard at...

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I finally hit 70, a widow.
      Dating, maybe I'll get thrown a bone.
         I am tired of waiting and being alone.
 ...

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Those condescending Royals in their pristine
garden, primp and preen among the other flowers.  
Their porcelain pale skin so fragile; they make
a wide berth, around me. I feel like a thorn
in their flesh, an oddity...

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Who is that woman
That follows me around
She mimics everything I do
But she doesn't make a sound
She looks somewhat like me
 More mature I must confess
Although her hair is grayer
She copies the way I dress!

She only...

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Another spring is almost upon us
Blossoms blooming with no fuss
Creation springs into action,
Death to winter is spring’s reaction

Elegance and splendor abounds	
Fueling natures beautiful sounds
Grass so green begins to grow
Heady winds commence to blow
	
In March, spring...

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