Long Sputters Poems
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Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!
Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.
What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an unexpected pro noun
sub bull mashup attributed
to partial government shutdown
point middle finger at dented prez clown.)
The night of my spectacularly
exhausting seventh birth,
I dreamt about an amazing fictitious place,
and taint nope pull lace on Earth
cozily warm like a wood burning hearth
where embers snap,
crackle, and pop with mirth
best show in shutterfly REM
hmm...memory wool worth
(at least for near future) stayin alive
whiskey indeed no comparison, dip pin dive
ving into subconscious realm, and drive
ving devotees mad, 'specially when bing
a barf hull lie ("FAKE"),
thus wide awake temper
aerily perhaps til five
(more minutes), when buzz zee as bee hive
honey combed noggin will cease to jive,
and crown jewel will suddenly seize
gnome hatter, hatter how hard I strive
to stay awake
for no particular rhyme, nor reason
won during, how far
this chap can push himself to break
king point, which presently me make
foolish poem just to slake
hun heed to slather palaver
which yukon leave or take,
since essentially nary a clue
handy dan dee blues zee drew
pea senseless blather
basically (AWOL) din flue
zee brooked stream of consciousness
writing whatever zaps glue
pee bobbing sponge with grayish hue
cranking out words as they snap,
crackle and pop to this Jew
dishy us scrivener knew
dulling in an attempt
to splash unexpurgated lue
nah see gobbledygook, yes
sigh hug gree quite loo
pee, yet this long
(in the dent chord tooth) fell hoo,
he experiences silly (NOT solid) state
ready to moo
myself to supine pose new
matter, an unusual burst
of energy recharged
ordinarily inactive cerebral queue,
hence maximization left no time to rue
rationality upended in
frenetic attempt to spew
until...capacity to type another letter
sputters, a dog send to you
and all otter readers within
the webbed whirled wide human zoo!
An old gal applied to join Mensa
Gee she couldn’t be any denser
She went in the wrong door
On the thirty third floor
And there she enrolled as a fencer
When attending her first fencing class
A man scored a hit on her huge ass
She screamed out so loud
It drew quite a crowd
She cannot abide failure – its crass!
WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON
She hollered and screamed for a medic
I swear it was worse than a dead duck
one without any wings
oh the horror she sings
she's much more than dense she's pathetic
WRITTEN BY TIM SMITH
She swore that she really could spell
And in math she did surely excel
But once she felt pain
All she did was complain
And whined as her sore butt did swell.
WRITTEN BY CHRIS GREEN
That old gal then became a method actor
but one thing soon became a huge factor
she forgot all her lines
her mentality declines
now she sputters like a John Deere tractor
WRITTEN BY LIN LANE
Her butt was so sore she bought leeches
Gently placing them in her breeches
To suck out the bruise
We could hear her oooh's
I felt sorry for the poor creatures
Her butt was so big like a whale
all that was missing was it's tail
so they stuck a flag up her ****
called it the new Khyber pass
she went a whiter shade of pale.
WRITTEN BY SEREN ROBERTS
"Am I smart?" is what she kept asking
In glory she hoped to be basking.
Suddenly she farted.
The whole room departed.
Now finding fresh air is their tasking.
WRITTEN BY DALE GREGORY COZART
She sat for the test with all smiles
Filled out the forms and the files
But she spelled her name wrong
Became twisted of tongue
And was thrown to the crocodiles.
WRITTEN BY RICHARD D SEAL
07-17-17
Seems the old gal was a talented tart
Clearing the room with but one single fart
Wiping their eyes
All those wise guys
Soundly applauded her flatulent art
WRITTEN BY LIM'RIK FLATS
07-18-17
They grew up in the rural during a more gentler and innocent time.
It appears that they were childhood sweethearts from the word 'Go'.
It also seems their connection was like a board never screwed tight enough,
or a plank not quite nailed properly. Perhaps their hearts sparked but could never continue burning, because from early childhood to early teens, they continued to grow further apart. From then on, their lives started to spin separately in every conceivable way.
After high school, they both went north but to completely different cities.
For whatever reasons, they never saw each other again until the day she died.
They both lost touch with each other and got married, starting families of their own. After many years transpired, he got word that she became ill and died an untimely death.
True love never developed between the two but there was sure 'puppy love' as children. Whether love or just a spark, something was lost. One could say that their love never got past the 'puppy level', and if there was any trace of love, it was certainly lost somewhere between two metropolises.
01192018 PS
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Sitting like an old ghost, smothered in rust
Its humming sounds of stitches long gone
In a quiet pause, time spent looked upon
Cobwebs draped and shadows languish about
Each dust covered step through lost rooms speak out
The evening's hour has a date with the past
To light a candle, as long as it last
The years of war seemed like only yesterday
To come back angry so I stayed away
To look through the door where my parents wept
To find it empty, dust filled and windswept
Yesterday was then and now it will hide
Emotional debris caused life to divide
To return to a house barren and stark
The candle sputters, spent, and all was dark
4/14.18 contest One Nine and Sixteen
While sidestepping impediments,
Achilles heel stricken with paralyzing zap
chronically inducing captain klutz
to bemoan and yap,
i.e. (think) booby trap
strategically laid down by the missus -
necessitating yours truly
to patschke with marauder map
in an to circumvent and handicap
becoming lame and crippled for life
essentially rendering me totally tubular
pathetic non-ambulatory chap.
Aforesaid dangerous tripping hazard,
the spouse I do calmly berate
causing me being waylaid
for very important date
and/or additionally hurrying
to forestall bowel movement,
viz urgent incommodious fate
mine impromptu tanglefoot (feet) dance step
doth ineluctably foment hate.
Ready to lash out courtesy sanity claws
meanwhile thee wife burst out with guffaws
me cursing Sir Isaac Newton's gravitational laws
one infuriated husband
our marital covenant, he swiftly redraws
subsequently divorce sputters
thru clenched jaws
underscoring how feigned wedded bliss
(actually shotgun marriage)
replete with many flaws
e'er since chance encounter
regarding future maternal cause
deux daughters we begat
packed their bags at tender age,
and left home without pause.
All these approximate
two score plus oddly even years
avoiding precarious hazardous risks wears
heavily reinforced steel tipped
crampon tricked out boots,
which rugged footwear eventually tears,
though they outlasted lifetime
predicted on advertisements and follow up
customer satisfaction questionnaires
as satisfied survivor traversing
harrowing riddled landscapes,
I feel adequately trained to join
most hardy (doubting thomas) mountaineers,
especially those with surname Reznick
livingsocial, snapchatting, and twittering in Switzerland
possibly linkedin with Harris heirs
this wordsmith conclusively blares.
I non-jokingly attest -
above recounted spectacle no humorous avail,
thereby true love moost prevail
when wife leaves mayhem and bedlam
nothing boot trail of destruction without fail
excellent preparation if/when
purblind poetic papa needs to learn Braille.
Under the streetlamps, yellowed leaves
drift in ill-fated pairs,
spiralling through the brittle air-
a slow reluctant dance.
Their shadows, stamped on the Earth,
flutter like startled birds,
seeking a phantom escape
from winter's deadly hands.
They brush against a stranger's coat,
clinging for a heartbeat
before the wind wrenches them away-
a cruel puppeteer
that watches them pirouette and writhe helplessly,
carrying them, one by one
into the cold, dying cradle of the Earth.
There they rest
in the borrowed warmth
of a bonfire's reflection
and the sporadic firework
that sputters too weakly
before collapsing into empty embers.
And when all light fades,
and only the sound remains-
they hear
the ominous, melancholy murmur
of leaves crushed
beneath passing feet.
I have a cup in my hand.
Spilling it.
Then I pour some into my hands.
Laughing.
So I get more.
Sipping coffee from my palms.
Beautiful.
The journal.
Pages.
Folded up, turning into paper airplanes.
A journal is like…
When my car sputters in the winter,
But it starts up anyway.
Crying.
It’s cold.
Pulling out of the driveway, carefully.
I used to carry my flashlight.
Sweeping the light around.
These days?
I don’t know where light comes from.
Just sparkles.
And reflections in empty trash cans.
I threw away my phone.
I didn’t think they would actually take it.
But the garbage truck comes at 6:00 am every morning.
Earthquakes seem very long.
So I think I imagined it.
Cowering for three hours.
Until I get anxious and want a cup of coffee.
I pour a cup of coffee.
But the shaking makes me drop it again.
When you left, I felt dark inside my heart,
Now when you will come back, there will be light within my heart.
My heart sputters faster on this anticipation,
My love songs are echoing beyond my imagination,
There is aura of romance everywhere,
I have been waiting to see you forever.
When you left, short distances seemed farthest,
Now even the long distances seem closest,
The farewell goodbye deserted my heart,
The arrival hello will brighten my heart.
In separation, the conversations seemed never ending
After one interlude, next feeling was impatiently waiting,
When you arrive, after greetings, no need to utter a single word,
Just your smile and happy tears will bind us together in this world.
After a long separation, an emotional hug will bring two bodies together,
With hearts beating in unison, we will be so much in love together,
Our world will be one, our dreams will be the same,
We will be one, and our thoughts will be the same.
Couplet poetry contest
5/4/2023
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp
Let’s give a shout out
to the one who eats hot
salty soft pretzels.
Who holds a pine scented
lamp that sputters and flares
in the darkest night.
While they watch gooey
black tar percolate from
the bowls of the earth.
A cautious ladybug creeps
across the felt cap of
of the pretzel eater.
Now is the time to swat
the nefarious ladybug
as she steels across their cap.
Smack! The ladybug is
no more as a sudden soft scent
of sulfur permeates the air.
In dreams I linger in solitude,
sipping a cup of contemplation,
brewed from leaves of my expectations.
Writing pages of romantic Sonnets
about plans I have for me and you.
Sometimes I'm fearful of rejection,
spurned if you should turn away from me.
I dream of being kissed and caressed,
like the waves that fondle the sandy shore.
It's then I yearn for more hours of restless sleep,
where I fantasize that you are the flowing tide,
coming to sweep me off my feet.
In my poetic dreams you're only a heartbeat away.
I hear your voice call to me, or so it seems,
as I wait for you to find me.
where we journey in realms of ardor each night.
You fill my heart with tender emotions.
Words of devotion to you I speak in rhyme,
when upon my cheek you place a kiss.
and the silence between us is unmuted.
I've journeyed a thousand miles in pellucid reveries,
searching to find myself in the depths of your eyes,
where passion takes root within the chasm of my soul.
I dreamed poetry would lead me to you,
and in many verses, by my pen it was foretold
that one day we would share the same dream.
In that dream, time has no place or meaning.
Whether in the limpid lavender light of dawn,
the shadowed skies of dusk, or in the moon's luminance
among brilliant stars in an ebony night,
I listen for your footfall to cross my threshold.
When you finally appear, I cry joyful tears.
The candle flame sputters when you breathe my name,
and beyond the veil of dreams, we tryst.
I hear two hearts speaking, the voices ours,
and 'love' is a word both hearts gladly avow.