Long Whooped Poems

Ah... methinks I could sleep forever

Basking in a supine position
with eyes wide shut
while the space heater churns out
fast moving molecules of heat
solitudinarian drowsy thinker fêted
by miniature fantasy 
of tropical island paradise
accompanying and populating slumber
courtesy flickering,...

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slang..
up-dogged = when you chip in to keep a conversation trend going
fit = gorgeous
buje = unexplainable glamor
football minute = a minute, that with time-outs, that lasts a half an hour.
crute = cute but cringy
women's-rights =...

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I was just 15, 15 would have just been 15 if 15
was without you.

You, were a lonely butterfly gliding among
the empty meadow.
We first met as kids in church, 
the corridor at the end of the...

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Heavy heart 

Die  die
The fear in my eye
I can hide behind this badge
It will protect me and mines 

Is this how you feds think
Is this how you feds feel
You fear the color of my...

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Heavy heart 

Die  die
The fear in my eye
I can hide behind this badge
It will protect me and mines 

Is this how you feds think
Is this how you feds feel
You fear the color of my...

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I was aspiring to be a professional dancer, which had long been my dream,
As rogue planets head out on their own, from the stars that reign supreme.

I was awash in unbounded enthusiasm, like yellow sunshine's...

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III.
Christine began crying, Zack vomited,
Klaus couldn’t move as he stared at the mess,
only stammering,“W-what could do this?”
Surely no beat to which they could attest.

Then came a rustling up above the falls,
and their horror transformed into...

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Influenced by "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" and "The Rape of the Lock," my goal is to write this completely in iambic meter with (mostly?) rhyming couplets. (Though the intro's meter varies, the main...

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Timothy Catchpole lived in a field
on the edge of a deep, dark wood.
One of a long line of Catchpoles he was,
who tried to do nothing but good.

Home was a nest on an ear of corn,
in...

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The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door

The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must...

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I.
Amity Bairns came home late one fall day,
Clothes in tatters, face white with shock.
Her mother cried and ran from the cabin,
Brother Amos jumped up from where he rocked.

In the lands west of old Fort plain,
in...

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I awaited the hour of Your presence to come.
I spent my energy in patient silence waiting for Your voice.
I fell lost for thought and direction.
My mind flooded aimlessly into the endless corridors.
I sunk down into...

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Government (show) Shut Down December 2018

Messianic Don found tarnished appeal
trumpeted bluster thwarted
with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal
played (on microscale) like quashed
ill fated braggadocio big deal

bombast, sans General George Armstrong
Custer's last stand,
viz Little Bighorn, achilles...

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After two days of drama
Of pacing up and down
   Looking for her nest
                    ...

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Miss Muffet sat upon a velvet stool
I know 'twas a tuffet; learned that in school
But Muffy was the tart
Who broke the spider's heart
I'm telling the story, so shut up, fool!

Humpty Dumpty had no wisdom at...

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This morning I went on my daily stroll.
Only this time it was quite different:
I permitted my mind to take control
How much I knew not or to what extent.
It took me on a tour of memories.
I...

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Born passive
Anger born with clashes
With people never indured poverty but act like they grew up in poor  
classes
Screamin clap $hit where in the middle class yo ass sits
My own cousin questioning my blackness
Society already...

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Screamin’ Bill Wilcox was quite a man,
Carved from a block of stone
With a face of leather, deeply tanned
And a voice you could hear in Rome.

A cow hand he was, best with a rop
Could ride both...

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“Come out, they said, cheerfully. 
“If you’re bi, if you’re gay, if you’re trans.  We accept everybody!”
What a wonderful attitude I thought. 
“Come on,” they urged. “There is nothing to fear!”
They were so convincing....

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Every once in a while, 
I slow down.
I don't think I even mean to,
but you do something to make me pause.

For a moment,
I tune out the hustle and bustle,
the beautiful chaos that lives in our...

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It was dawn, cool sunrise,
 extended Gleam defeating dark,
 Thirst quenching blossoms,
 Wet in morning dew;
 Blooming buds refreshing self,
 displaying arousing glamor;
 Rising high florets pride,
 Mentally flying high in sky,
 None like mine,...

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I was dancing and prancing 
And singing whooped Dee Dee
Not realizing I was not alone
Until he opened his shirt to me

He threw out the mayo, some jam and some jelly, a real hoot.
I caught the...

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It was morning in the barnyard, and no breakfast could be found
Fred Rooster and his brood of hens, pecked clean the barren ground
The morning air was misty, with dark and cloudy skies
Across a busy highway,...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I had dinner at one of the best restaurants in Hollywood.
The prices were high but the food was good.
Sylvester Stallone came in the restaurant  with Lindsay Lohan.
This was something I...

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"Britches"
and His Shadow
Written: by Tom Wright
8/14/00

The faster down life's road he would travel.
Whether "Britches" feet were slow or throwing gravel.
He said  "There's this shadow always chasing me".
On sunny days, It's mostly then that I...

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