Long Stooge Poems
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He was my henchman, my minion, my stooge, and we both liked it that way.
But then he moved away with a new girlfriend, and became her henchman,
Leaving me to fend for myself.
And after all I had taught him.
He was perfect, just the way he was.
Getting my coffee exactly right,
Five creams, two sweeteners and
A dollop of cocoa
Yes, he was perfect just the way he was
How could I get him back?
What could I do?
How could I trick him back?
What could I say?
“You are perfect just the way you are,” I told him on the phone. “And I miss you so much.”
My coffee has never tasted better.
My rugs have never been vacuumed so well.
My meat and potatoes are cooked to perfection.
My henchman, my minion, my stooge, is back.
Life is grand!
Smirk pouty shyne-joyfully
Like an Ancient and Childlike EmeraudeTear.
Curtsy the World clumsily but gracefully
your face draws it nearer.
As are Children, kindred and kin inVestige, Envisage, Heritage of
the Seer.
Drawn to you, magnetically tracing your image,
mirror mirror.
Like a Mark on the Firmament
A Rune of Tapature
You hold your heel on my head
Branding me Evermore,
A fauning stooge caught looking,
RaptureStruckofThe LivingUnDead
As the Wind slaps your Mouth with your hair
Cause of Unspeakable verse-Unsaid
Teases your hair to be equal to
as the Golden Rays did.
Your eyes burn turn to me like a Furnace
That will Urn me a stint in Eternities Fire
of Corrections and unspeakable sentences.
You as my jailor, me as your inmate insuffered to your consequence.
Humans Being
God, I’m so happy that I’m human
that Human Nature keeps on bloomin’
that I’ve got a little house
for the wife and kids to room in.
The gift of thumbs in opposition
to the fingers in transition
led our rise to sit atop
the chain of evolution.
Oh, our brains have got so huge
we run a planetary ruse
convinced that we’re the king
not a jesterial dancing stooge.
We hug strangers when we meet
avoid the same on city street
slowly trudge in bended pose
lest we miss incoming “tweet”.
Hold our children to a test
who’s the cutest, not the best
bow and cater to the needs
of their lifetime feathered nests.
The facts seem elementary
historically evidentiary
we’ll soon be consumed
by our progress - evolutionary.
John G. Lawless
7/4/2016
Where is Peace
World in progress racing fast
Every thing but peace is lost
Nights are bright like day time
No peace of mind though world is rise
Hearts are hopeless, fear in voice
No peace of minds though world is wise
In the noisy world of today
To some extent there is comfort
But peace of mind is very short
In miser world of today
Money is every thing
Corruption is success ring
In this cruel world of today
Atom bomb is devil king
When blasts off ruins every thing
In this dark world of today
Where world is flourishing at high rank
But they should know very soon it will sink
Thoughts are materialistic minds are confused
Every face is haggard and by heart very rigid
Far away from nature
Like a stooge and puppets in theater
World in progress racing fast
Every thing but peace is lost
Can you tell me where is peace?
Except Allah (God) nothing can make us please.
All Rights Reserved
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari.
From her blind faith,
He discovered a tale;
Which bewitched like ale:
Years back in its eighth.
Unlike Adam fell of Eve,
In Eden, what of God likes-
Bring to wrath of His strikes.
He see what her desires deceive
Just like Joseph knew of her-
Potiphar's wife's lust to bleed...
With him in eros and concede
The race of destiny as prefer.
What delay gave Rebecca to Esau
That delay almost became denial,
Despite trailing in the right axial...
It was a delayed timing cum flaw.
Just like the depth of sleep taken,
On Delilah's tigh; dying head's refuge!
Where Samson turned a cool stooge-
Who can't but help to endure unshaken!
But Hakimi is a calm Eboue of past:
Learnt of other past African players,
Who fell of such prank* no soothsayers,
Need to tell to the head of known cast.
Africans are becoming wiser; dyed fool.
Victory isn't a symbol of peace but joy,
Which should avoid been played a toy-
Prevent reoccurring ones and its rule.
All these eight years, watching the time
To strike out the planned trip she craved,
By love but its practices couldn't enslaved,
To bring change of plans when in his prime.
There wasn't love all along;
Good years and memories....
Lots of great discoveries:
Couldn't stop her of him been wrong.
Chambermaiden, a damsel in distress,
Cinderella, Prince's Valet high on Stella's finesse.
A fury by a butchered phreak,
screaming at him, no mercy to speak.
Living in underworlds with the creeps,
foreshadowing defeat.
Inebriated ex-socialite seeks Bhang,
meets manservant, hopping with the gang,
dodging a renegade from Hades,
in her ’98 Mercedes, green as despair,
his fate—servitude, escape just a prayer.
"Come hither, quiver, express card in the dresser,
stressor, benefactor, donor,
red eye for an eye—see it from my side,
in the black, red ink, brink.
Debutante saunters higher,
landing on her supplier’s bones."
Manservant spending nights with Pythia,
maxing the visa, obscuring the vista,
canopy open, hair blowing,
severing ties with the Phreak,
berated as he summits an intellectual, sexual peak.
"We reincarnate in the ether,
post-war fever,
two Gemini after Hiroshima,
ending the edema."
Trajectory lost in audio-tronic streams,
specters vocalize on the chorus machine,
sonic dream, quiet screams in a Fiesta,
sunset serene,
ready, keen,
torn apart at the seams.
Godless oracle with a Pluto-shaped crater,
underneath the beret,
Immortal spun out on prognosis,
rage hitting me deep.
Pythia, flushed, bitter red,
breath heaving, chest heaving.
Words stumble in gasoline,
purple and green.
Bumbling, fumbling, hostile,
peeling paint from blank walls—
committee, selective few.
Pity for Pythia,
teetering off the ledge,
obscene, smoking green.
Words paid for by the prophet of industry,
servant of power,
planting his own crop,
finding the hot spots.
Houses for dots on success’s map,
cheques signed to a woman on edge,
running from wrecked family homes,
parking lot regret.
Catching an ounce from a mobile house,
rolling down the street,
rent-a-wrecked, reeking of cheese.
Row upon row, he patrols,
marking targets with IOUs,
fast sales, cold criminal moves,
overcharging intoxicated fools.
Out of luck but not the stooge,
trading stash for a getaway dash
with his honey from the shadowed street,
whistling off-kilter,
mouth full of vapor, exposed brain-meat.
She fell from Olympus’s feet,
thrown out for misdeeds,
new queen on the block,
urgency speaks
A bad break came to my kid brother Curly.
It happened during the filming of “Half Wit’s Holiday”.
A stroke at his age is considered too early.
He will be unable to act they say.
A replacement for Curly is needed right away.
I told them Babe’s condition is temporary.
The studio is auditioning candidates today.
I insisted Curly will be back, you’ll see.
However, our producers said they disagree.
We need a third Stooge immediately.
I mentioned my older brother Shemp as a possibility.
They said Shemp looks too much like me.
I told them to take Shemp now that Curly is gone.
If not, then the Three Stooges will walk on.
Information obtained from the late Moe Howard's autobiography.
They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.
Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.
A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.
Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.
Now this is quite rare
A narrative from Jack
He's under the weather
Or brain cells he lacks
This Limerick Master
Has fallen out of line
Second and fourth lines
Actually do rhyme
Hope there's some hope
Or a pill he can take
To cure him of narratives
What a horrible fate
Quatrains can also
Slip into the mix
Quite unexpectedly
They use dirty tricks
They'll disguise themselve
Thinking Jack's a stooge
In reality, to be honest
They'll soon be screwed
Enough of this nonsence
It was just a wee blip
Before blinking an eye
Lims will be back on his lips
So the bottom line is this
He ran off of the track
But surely you can trust him
His Limericks will be back
Locked in a tiny room
Folks seem a li'l strange
Don't think they're all normal
But I'm definitely sane!
(I think!)
© Jack Ellison 2015
Shemp Howard has a special problem today.
He receives an inheritance from his Uncle Caleb who passed away.
One condition exists that does not seem too funny:
Shemp must prove he's married before he gets the money.
In the legal document, there is a strange codicil:
The stooge has to get married within 48 hours of the will.
He has proposed to women who all think he's a creep.
This seems like a mountain to climb that is too steep.
Shemp meets Miss Hopkins who mistakes him for Cousin Basil.
Miss Hopkins gives Shemp a beating that is just brutal.
Along comes Shemp's student who nobody thinks is choice.
Miss Dinkelmeyer is not good looking, and has a terrible voice.
If you wonder what the conclusion of this episode will be:
Get the video and have a look-see.
Based on the 1947 Columbia Pictures short subject "Brideless Groom" starring the Three Stooges.