Long Snuck Poems
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(Asia may not know, this LIX city split baby boomer now ranks himself as an in denture charred sir vent reflecting on that painful instant when enamel collided with frozen water versus the recent removal of all teeth - courtesy of periodontal disease, and reckons how quaint that facial fracas).
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inxs of cold playing air
froze natural pond, where
over head Canadian geese did blare
honking the latest goose sip loud and clear
when from behind a bush
(color antler protected doe against fear
of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer
alert to any danger by parking
upright either one or both ear
lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
while Harris Family and friends
oblivious attired in wintry gear
which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear
necessitating cupped gloved hands
to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard
above the quiet riotous mirth
from this then gawky child nerd
precariously maintaining balance
on his skates and glide like a bird
such attempts made
this then boy appear quite absurd
ah, if only this mind of mine
did two step quick think
but woe misfortune awaited
across the bumpy natural rink
blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon
like a rolling stone going plink
unaware while in camouflage pose
disguised as one sneaky slippery fink
that snuck up in a blink
that found me squarely face down
shattering left front tooth
immediately discovered
via tongue as private sleuth
finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth
as if on fire from red hot chili peppers
wrought from jagged booth
winning sympathy from parents
who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events
with less disastrous rerun
praying for an angel
to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief
immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible and
perfect white smile forever broke con!
Even with
The cross
Around his neck
And the childhood
Anxiety over
An imaginary man’s judgement
His thoughts
Were more iniquitous
Than my own
He would delineate the way
Shower droplets
Languidly glide down my skin
Leaving behind
A flushed path
On my pallid complexion
That no longer
Wears the perpetual damage
Of past men’s temper
Because his eyes
Can’t fervor over
A dilapidated temple
But he’ll keep
The maze of scratches
My nails leave
As it clutches
The outline
Of my skeleton
While whispering
His name
In the inflection
That causes
claustrophobia in the breath
as it stumbles in his throat
He would sketch
Those scenes for me
In my head
Except he enjoyed
Exorcising
Every trait of me
Cutting off
Every strand
Of bleached hair
Make my hands
Sit in gray water
Until all the black nail polish wore off
Ripping the piercings
From my ears
To fill the holes
With the chants of hymns
Fading out the dense screams
I was raised by
But it all
Fell flat
More than how he felt about the earth
It made me wish those words
From the mangled pages
In that book
Were hand fed
To me
By him
With coquettish eyes
Leaning into
Every idiom
Until
My stomach
Feels abhorrent
From the nocuous ink
As it snuck onto
My tongue
Just so I can say
I spit his deception
Back into his mouth
And even then
His thoughts would still be
More iniquitous than my own
There’s an old village green where a marquee was seen
I don’t do ‘Bah humbug’, don’t want to be mean
A little fake snow ain’t a Christmassy scene
But the reindeer and Santa Claus might well have been
But two little kittens and one manic pup
Made those arrangements all go belly up
Nothing was planned, you should understand
It’s simply that sometimes things get out of hand
You see, Rum n Raisin snuck out through their flap
They ran to the green to give Santa a clap
Walnut, their young canine friend gave a yelp
Nipped out through the back door and followed to help
He got to the Green where a red nosed reindeer
Had cornered his friends and they cowered in fear
Walnut snuck up and said, “Get out of here,
Or maybe I’ll show you the meaning of fear.”
Raisin said, “Walnut, just look at his nose
It’s big and it’s red and just see how it glows
I’ve seen a reindeer with a nose just the same
He’s on Christmas cards… and Rudolph’s his name.”
The reindeer said, “Don’t come here giving me grief.”
But when Walnut grinned he clapped eyes on his teeth
Rudolph said, “I cannot handle much pain.”
Then flew to the skies and was not seen again
So when Santa came he was totally mad
“One of you did something totally bad.
I need a new reindeer this minute,” he said.
And then stuck two reindeer horns on Walnut’s head
Raisin cried, “He’s just a pooch, can’t you see?
He won’t bring your presents to John Doe or me
Not to the next town nor over the sea.”
And Santa said, “Tough, cos he made Rudolph flee.”
Rum advised Santa, “Today’s Christmas Eve,
And for all I know, your real name is Steve
Your Santa Claus suit is a little white lie
But I’d like to know how that reindeer could fly.”
Santa said, “This Christmas grotto is fake
But I am quite real, so please give me a break
Your Walnut must stand in to help pull my sleigh
But you have a choice: Do you come - do you stay?”
Walnut stood there in his new antlered head
He looked rather silly but, even so, said,
“You’ve got lots of reindeer and all of them fly
I can’t comprehend what you might want with I.”
Santa said, “Reindeer teams don’t fly by day
Rudolph’s bright, shiny nose would light the way
Walnut said, “You know no dog’s hooter glows?”
So Santa supplied him an L.E.D. nose.
Wombles In Space
(Split Into two parts because I suddenly got all Limericky )
Part One
The Wombles are not worldly wise
They look to the ground not the skies
They got on a train, which is hard to explain
Cos the train they got on was a plane
Eventually back on the ground
Uncle Bulgaria frowned
How could it be, that all he could see
Was a sign saying Cape Kennedy
The small telescope in his pocket
He took out and saw a space rocket
He said to his wombling clan,
I’ve spotted a big old tin can
It’s stood there as though we’re expected
Just waiting there to be collected
And while it’s a hell of a can
Am I not a wombling man?
Soon they had clambered aboard
A rumbling sound left them all floored
Orinoco was starting to drift off
And somehow he’d started a lift off
Bulgaria sported a frown
Lord knows how we’re gonna get down
But since were all stuck in this can
I’ve got an exiting new plan
They found a box full of space suits
and one full of magnetic boots
The mission: to gather space trash
To trade up or sell it for cash
Part Two
Then Houston said, we've got a gremlin
The crew ain’t the crew we’re rememberin
A furry ensemble
Each looks like a Womble
Perhaps snuck aboard by the Kremlin
Uncle Bulgaria’s explaining
Orinoco, asleep, ain’t complaining
There’s rubbish to get
They’ve not been beat yet
The cargo bay soon would be straining
The craft dragged a net round the Earth
Catching up junk for it’s worth
It then tried to swallow
Some bits of Apollo
The net didn’t have enough girth
Tobermory’s big invention
For over-sized space junk retention?
A sticky harpoon
A scrapyard on the moon
So that’s taken care of his pension
His plan for retirement luxurious
Was blocked cos the Clangers were furious!
So what could he do
Except grab some glue
A womble space walk is quite curious
He glued all the rubbish together
Which seemed really simple but clever
He made a new planet
Of metal, not granite
Which really was quite an endeavour
On Earth there was mass womble mania
Those wombles, it seems, had got brainier
The latest new game
Was to think up a name
For the planet we now call Womblania
inxs of cold playing air
froze natural pond, where over head Canadian geese did blare
honking the latest goose sip loud and clear
when from behind a bush (color of smashed pumpkin) did peek a deer
alert to any danger by parking upright either one or both ear
lest predator doth lurk and induce fear
while Harris Family and friends oblivious attired in wintry gear
which protection from cold caused difficulty to hear
necessitating cupped gloved hands to punctuate every muffled word
to be but barely heard
akin to talking with mouth full of custard
above the quiet riotous mirth from this then gawky child nerd
precariously maintaining balance on his skates and glide like a bird
such attempts made this boy appear quite absurd
ah, if only this mind of mine did two step quick think
but woe misfortune awaited across the bumpy natural rink
blithely jettisoning myself hither and yon like a rolling stone going plink
unaware while in camouflage pose disguised as one sneaky slippery fink
that snuck up in a blink
that found me squarely face down shattering left front tooth
immediately discovered via tongue as private sleuth
finding me in extreme agitated state forsooth
as if on fire from red hot chili peppers wrought from jagged booth
winning sympathy from parents who did level best to tend distraught son
who ushered playback of events with less disastrous rerun
praying for an angel to grant reverse outcome brought none
gut wrenching grief immediately terminated former fun
damage irreversible and perfect white smile forever broke con!
My father told me, "Dana:
In the kitchen is a banana
It's meant for your mother
Not for you, nor any other.
But I was a kid of ruthless ways
A throwback to hunter gatherer days
To those harsh days on the Savannah
When finding a banana was nirvana.
I snuck into the kitchen, I'm sorry to say
I munched the banana, my ethics gave way.
In hindsight there wasn't much hope
I had started down a slippery slope.
Years later I ran an outlaw clan
If you got in our way, you were a dead man
I'd sit there smoking a cheap Havana
Wearing a cowboy hat plus a bandana.
I got rich by taking other people's cash
Until one day an old man told me I was trash
I pulled out my gun, I was real mad
Then I froze; he was my dad.
"Son," he said, "you're plain no good
You took that banana, just because you could
It got worse from there, you slid down the slope
Hannah and I are at the end of our rope."
I thought he was right, I had strayed
So I made amends, a price I paid
Took my ill-gotten gains, gave to my mother Hannah
A lifetime's supply of Chiquita banana!
I went to a priest, confessed to all
Explained my repentance, told of my fall.
But the priest said I didn't understand
Too many past victims, across the land
For what profit it a woman named Hannah
If she gains every single banana
But loses her soul.
I had lost sight of the goal.
You stick to the right no matter how small
The only way to keep standing tall.
4/15/17
Skillfully
Snuck inside a facility
For better visibility
And to find something specific
Having to do with being monolithic
I can see them conducting experiments dubbed 'scientific'
But where is it?
Going door to door through corridors
From floor to floor
While exploring more
Later on got
To a room that was locked
And could not afford being caught
Eventually
Found a key
Helping me
Get through the locked room
And soon in a place new
Where it finally was in view
Was it all too good to be true?
The air was cold
Didn't listen to what I was told
Because I felt like I was on a roll
Quickly grabbed hold
But it peered back into my soul
And took control
Like one obsessed with gold
Next thing I knew, I woke up and was old
Had been in a coma for thirty eight years
And now here I appear
Talking to you loud and clear
By: Dalton Ogletree
McGee, was still a bit shaken
After, what happened at his home last night
A burglar entered his dwelling
Grabbed what he could then took flight
So he made his way down to the station
'Cause he heard the cops captured the thief
He wondered how this could have happened
And he found it real hard to believe
He asked the officer to see him
The Sargeant look up for a glance
The Officer said don't you worry
In court you'll sure get your chance
McGee said you don't get my meaning
It's something that could change my life
I need to know how he snuck in my home
Without ever disturbing my wife
Two A.M.
By Franklin Price
11/03/2019
'Twas two A.M. this very day,
This Sunday in November
Time gremlins took an hour away
Was asleep and don't remember
They snuck in very quietly
These part time thieving gnomes
They were not very greedy
Just took an hour from our homes
Made a deposit, in the bank,
Of Daylight Savings Time,
When they return it to us, in the Spring,
We'll forgive this petty crime
If for some strange reason,
You were left out on this day
Save the hour in your mattress
They pay no interest anyway
If you're in Arizona
You've just read a useless rhyme
You're in a State that doesn't honor
Any Daylight Savings Time
Although, I hear the Navajo,
Who live on native land,
Honor Daylight Savings Time
I, for one, don't understand
St. Peter told the devil
It was not appropriate guise,
Perhaps he should dress like the others,
In costumes of men who were wise.
The wise men nodded and smirked
To hear St. Peter give him grief.
That devil was obviously a jerk
Or so they'd come to believe.
"I'm just here for the party,"
They heard the devil say.
"This costume will have to do,
It's so late in the day."
All throughout the party
They would hear the occasional shriek
As the pointy end of the devil's tail
Under skirts did peek.
After several complaints to the host,
St. Peter decided to ask
"Does anyone know who's in that devil gear,
This party will be his last."
No one seemed to know him
But at the unveiling at end of night
The devil was not among them.
He'd disappeared from sight.
All that were on the guest list
Had been accounted for.
It seems someone had crashed the party
And snuck in through the door.
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