Long Whelp Poems
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Standing on a busy street corner
When a limo pulls up next to me
Out pops the head of Johnny Depp
(Not the body mind you, just the head)
And asks where's the nearest Dairy Queen
Not one to miss an opportunity
I blurted out I'll show you the way
So that's how the head of "The Depp" and I
Spent time together that day
In his limo he had his makeup artist
Which seemed a bit odd to me
Everywhere the head of Johnny went
It had to dress up for the scene
Since Johnny was drooling a Dilly
First stop Dairy Queen
With Johnny's head as the Mad Hatter under my arm
It was a very strange scene indeed
With me holding onto the Dilly's
And Johnny's head on the counter up front
Mr. Depp was the King at the Queen that day
Though his ice cream licking habit did turn some peoples lunch
Later on passing a Piggly Wiggly
Johnny's head said what's up with that
Told him it's nothing more than a grocery store
His reply was let's give it a crack
So undergoing more of his makeup
And in the blink of an eye
I have the head of Jack Sparrow
In the grocery cart with a bag of Funions by his side
Yes, Johnny Depp's head loves Funions
Which to me really ranks the breath
But who am I to tell a Big Time Movie Star that
I'm not the keeper of his head
He even dressed as Edward Scissorhands
Which didn't turn out quite right
Since Johnny's head has no hands
To hold the famous Scissorhand knives
That day we went to so many places
With every stop a new disguise
I guess for entertainment you do what you can
When all that's left is your head and some of your mind
Whelp, that's about it on this days adventures
Not a whole lot more to be said
As I stood on the street corner waving bye, bye
To the limo pulling off into the sunset, along with the head of Johnny Depp
for the pain is there so i feel
i know for the cut is real
it covers the past like a blanket
for if i don't cut i won't forget it
tried drugs and alcohol
but they did not do anything at all
thought taking my life would help
but they ended up saving this whelp
i had nobody who could of saved me
when i told i unfortunately became a detainee
started getting crafty with each cut
pin strip lines , art somewhat
now i am 52 and my life is new
don't know, how i grew
but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce
i was able to forgive the predator
and fall in love with my creator
not saying that this will work for you
but today i am nobodies fool
So many times I counted on you
Times only you could help me through
Reasons unexplained; you gave no aid to me
Every single day now, you are failing.
No excuses, no lines, no reason is good enough.
Getting too worn? Is your life too tough?
Think, for a change, about the children you raise.
How can you help when your fires of failures blaze?
Stay down just once, perhaps it will help.
Utmost quit giving, impudent whelp.
Children need you not, despite what you think.
Children need you not to pull them from any brink.
Eloquence, that language you do not speak.
So unlike them and, to their ears, your tongue does reek.
So much so, they ought never your counsel seek.
Lowly you, it is best you disappear.
Out from us, we require you be away from here.
Voids in our hearts your absence will not give.
Indeed, the lack of your presence would help us to live!
Never to be remembered would your memory be.
Gladly forgotten by all, even, especially me.
And now that you’ve suffered, dear mother, through preceding stanzas three,
Do not forget that which you yourself know is most important to me.
Other than substance and body of poetry
Remember how much thought I put into titling.
Excepting this verse, the one after, and its next
Yonder title applies to the words of this text.
Of course I would not truly let it be
Under no circumstance to write of you disrespectfully.
Mother, my mother, to whom none can compare,
Outshine all you will in both present and future years.
Mother, my mother, a burden like yours, truly few can bear.
Primped and pure; eyes set to demure,
Ready with practiced charm,
But with goosebumps on my arm.
(-Insert sound of needle dragging across record here-)
My pulse seems to be racing my temperature.
No, no... not yet!
I feel my body starting to sweat.
How is this going so wrong, so quick?
I feel oblong like a brick,
In a room full of perfect spheres—
Oh, and right on cue, here come the fears.
Am I fat? Am I pretty?
Will he be cute and witty?
Am I good enough?
Will we like the same things, er... stuff?
What are you even doing here?!
I think it's perfectly clear—
You don't belong;
And all this is wrong.
No, wait a minute. Who else is in here?!
That part of me that hates my cheer,
That doesn’t want a happier me,
That was already perfectly happy,
Being down in the dumps?
It's not cold enough for goosebumps!
You just want retreat,
Before any chance to meet
My prince charming.
Well, it's me you're harming.
And the last I checked,
You're a part of me—
Do I need to be more direct?
You're supposed to help,
Not hinder me—
You little whelp!
Now say it with me,
“I want to be happy.”
“...I'm sorry,”
“I want you to be happy too.”
That's better;
I hope you mean it.
-Here comes your date.
-Don't worry, we look great.
make way, make way,
for a maiden banished from my desolate plane.
she holds her head high
with her bindle in hand, and nothing in sight.
her countenance? fierce yet seraphic.
like divine judgment, contrite yet panoramic.
i watch you leave with wist—
i know you plan to reel me in,
plotting on me, like i’m an oblivious fish.
so used to my lack of adamant action.
you think of me to be a fish in a well,
though i know that to be aspersions;
i’m much more than just a hopeless whelp
described as nothing more than an accumulation of precipitation.
i am the vast sky, with even vaster aspirations.
for the pain is there so i feel
i know for the cut is real
it covers the past like a blanket
for if i don't cut i won't forget it
tried drugs and alcohol
but they did not do anything at all
thought taking my life would help
but they ended up saving this whelp
i had nobody who could of saved me
when i told i unfortunately became a detainee
started getting crafty with each cut
pin strip lines, art somewhat
now i am 58 and my life is new
don't know, how i grew
but i was able to talk about the abuse
and in my heart i made a truce
i was able to forgive the predator
and fall in love with my creator
not saying that this will work for you
but today i am nobodies fool
I wonder if I'm a Prophet
That God would use
Instead of being sinner
The Devil would accuse
I wonder if the knowledge
I receive from above
Add up to be messages
God sends with love
I piece together fragments
putting them together
and while I watch
pieces become leather
Holding the things
we call words
soon to become as
what has occurred
Warning, teaching
With the words of Cassandra
Facts becoming fiction
With the sound of laughter
Looking not seeing
for seeing becomes death
Despite the truth
True witness has left
Only liars remain
Disguised as the truth
The lies in their hearts
The forbidden fruit
And still I wonder
If what I learned from youth
That God uses men
For His own use
The chains of life
To whom they belong
Evil spirits and devils
To pay for their wrongs
The Lions Whelp
To finally come along
We won't see it coming
But said it's very strong
Soon the whole house
1,000 times 144 strong
Already on earth
But soon to belong
To Be continued
will gain it strong
After this no words left
Concluding the song
It's within my constitution, to be released of this concrete jungle;
The hope of love, hopes of love;
Echo sounds of ordinary rambles in this jungle;
Sensual love but of none but you, I'm true, sure;
Safari greenery animal sprees I'm your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane;
Dissociation with humanity we shall contain;
Humbly within this abode, I abode as we stroll;
Dreams of associations nightmare tolls;
Differences in city and jungle love;
Kangaroo's teaching us urban dance, the bunny hops;
May this jungle love never stop;
We see the lioness came up, bitterly lamented the death of her whelp;
Elephants sprinkling water from their spouts;
Sensual love but of none but you, I'm true;
Sensual beats the drums of jungle love;
7/16/19
Another Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Only when yours truly busies himself...
Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo
after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein, her issuing blow
by blow stroke, thence pecker
imitated fountainhead
unleashing at apropos
time outburst analogous when an arrow
loosed from archer's bow
shooting off about hip height mo'
than bajillion microscopic
one celled lil longfellow
(Oh Henry...! wad art thou doing?)
just hmm... giving mutual sin O
Job whelp... subsequently
little squirt begot
sole son this all because sticky clot
hit bullseye right on the dot
nope, no where near size of ergot
spore, yet radiating
burning temperature more hot than...,
liquified gold prior
bitta bing bitta bang forged into ingot,
now just little more about fertilized
ova, I wanna jot
potential pluperfect parasite (me)
acquired, cultivated, fashioned...
one after another deft bon mot
while in utero until umbilical cord
severed than christened newborn tot.
Now fast forward blaw blaw blaw
when I began to clamor and claw
nope, cuz I ne'er learned how to draw,
the least significant genetic flaw,
cue laugh track and prerecorded guffaw
similar to popular nineteen
seventies television hee haw
laughter muted upon meeting
battle axe mother in law
another story... genre mccaw braw,
she excelled spewing vitriol out her maw,
thence I slowly must heard,
mixed metaphors and mastered...pshaw
modesty keeps me from bragging
yea - boot as a non sequitur
non secretor, yukon call me
the word wrangler outlaw
lo never cussing out anybody,
I can more easily whip out pistol
if captive audience
critiques mein arcane saw
jeering (matt speak feeble attempt
at wordplay - i.e. soldiering)
receiving affirmative nod
courtesy none other
than quick draw mcgraw
now ye butter listen (er... read) up
and don't blather and beast not shtupp
to conquer, when ya hear bit ching pup
that maybe be yipping faux ruse
to empty pocket inner empty cup.
5/31/22
Dealt continual pelts
Leading to welts
Speed kills so always put on a seat belt
Misunderstood and not being felt
Close and far from Elk
Above fields of kelp
Whelp
I thought I needed to yelp for help
But I had to focus on health
And wealth
It was in the best interest for myself
Meanwhile the ice shelf
Continues to melt
Way below an Asteroid Belt
It's like a free-for-all everybody for themselves
Near an ocean full of shells
Occasionally there is a ring from bells
And folks tossing coins into wells
Making wishes, but not all do tell
They end up doing swell
Or from grace they fell
Inside a cell
Is where they now dwell
Causing a terrible smell
What the hell
I need to yell
And cast a spell
So that I can quell
Instead of trying to sell
My soul for money and ending up in hell
Another computer made by Dell
Another win instead of another L