Long Woozy Poems
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The flop and flurry of wide, woozy wings
clatters over dawn hedgerows.
Claws scrabble, feathers flounce.
An ounce of twitters rebounds
into raucous sound.
Here a rowdy cackle,
here a coddled coo,
there a deeply fluted hoo-hoo
all together in a ruffled flutter.
Birdsongs pump up,
light airy balloons into chattering tunes.
The sky jitterbugs a cloud or two.
Listen, listen do,
Listen to the hullaballoo
the mad glad galloping away of a musical play
where the singalong nips
at our ears with catcalls and cheers.
Another teaming twitter and fuss
strikes up its band for us.
Another cacophonic day lurches
as sleepy birds and the wide awake
gleefully roll off
their nocturnal perches.
Dr Doom: Well Reed, we meet again, and excuse me for putting your dear ex to sleep, or she'd use her powers to conjure that defense shield that would make capturing the "Eccentric Four" a bit more tiresome.
Mr. Fantastic: Well, Doom...
Dr Doom: I'm a doctor! The only real doctor around here.
Mr. Fantastic: Oh, quite right. Your four years report card, hmm?
Dr Doom: Are you forgetting where you're at? We are not in a classroom listening to some old fool babbling on and on and...
The Human Torch: Oh, you mean like what you are doing now old man, or is it, old fool!
Dr Doom: You smudgy little butane you!
The Human Torch: If you hurt my sister, I'll... oh sis you're up, are you ok?
The Invisible Woman: Just a bit woozy, but I'll be fine Johnny.
Dr Doom: You'll do what!
The Human Torch: Huh?
Dr Doom: You said that if I hurt your sister, you'll do ... well, what, what were you going to do?
The Thing: Well, if he doesn't do it, then I will!
Dr Doom: Will what! I'll what! What is it that you guys will do? Who do I have here? The Fantastic Fools!
The Human Torch: You'd better watch out, don't get my buddy Ben mad, ... or he'll get STONED.
Mr. Fantastic: Ready Sue.
The Invisible Woman: Yes Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Ben now!
The Invisible Woman: Johnny, quick!
Dr Doom: Huh, where, who, when, what?
The Human Torch: You forgot the "how"! Ready Reed.
Mr. Fantastic: Yeah, I got him. Get on board our ship and fire it up!
Dr Doom: Ugh, Let go of me you Rubber Duck!
Mr. Fantastic: You mean, Doc, as in doctor, right, Sucker Loon! Okay, guys, here I come. Speed away, Ben!
The Thing: Okay, and away we go!
The Human Torch: Woo Hoo!
Dr Doom: I'm all tied up, get me out of here!
Speaker: The men just ended their shift and we will be back tomorrow to untie you sucker, I mean doctor.
Dr Doom: We? What do you mean we?
Speaker: We all joined the Space Union yesterday. I know you're mad doctor, so after we untie you tomorrow morning, I will have a Grievance form ready for you to fill out. Oh yes, you would will need to initial and sign that form, but you needn't worry, I will have it highlighted ... then it'll be easy on the eyes, okay. Bye doc.
Dr. Doom: I'm a doctor, not a duck ... AHH!
...On the fourth day I awoke to
a great grizzly snuffing about,
he had smelled the blood of my wounds,
what he wanted I had no doubt.
He gave a bellow and I shot,
my Winchester I did fire,
had to empty the magazine
before that damn beast expired.
To this day I sometimes hear
that great bruin’s awful roar,
barely escaped with all my limbs,
two more days to Kennevor.
On the fifth day I ran into
a pair of bandits with cruel eyes,
They said,”Your horse, and all your coin,
or cowboy you’re going to die.”
But my pistol flashed from the belt,
before that bandit could react,
caught him had in the forehead,
he hit the ground with a hard crack.
His partner was the follower-type,
and away from me his horse tore,
these peaks have been not but trouble,
one more day to Kennevor.
On the sixth day supplies ran low,
I started feeling those hunger pangs,
the creeks all tasted sulfurous,
not fit to be drunk by a man.
I got real woozy as I rode,
hot sun beating down upon me,
almost thought it was a mirage
when tents I believed I could see.
They quickly brought me a canteen,
did not even have to implore,
a small man came dressed in a suit:
“Welcome friend, to Kennevor.”
Now after I’d rested all night
that same fellow did reappear,
said,”I have a proposition,
if you would be so kind to hear.
I’ll buy out your stake right now,
one hundred dollars for your claim—”
I pulled my gun, said,”Speak one more word,
I’ll put a bullet through your brain.
After all that I have been though
I’ll take my share of the gold ore.
You will live up to the contract,
or you will not leave Kennevor!”
The man slinked back, out of the tent,
and never spoke of it again,
I did my job and kept the peace
amongst the rough-hewn mining men.
The camp grew into a full town,
and I invested in the range,
sold land to all the settlers
who were moving out this way.
That kept me rolling in the coin
when the gold mine closed its doors,
I’ve suffered but I have become
the richest man in Kennevor.
emotions................my feelings..........
They float aimlessly inside me and outside me on the languid wings of air,
To the home of the maiden that is far yonder and there........
How can my feelings, they reach,
without the valleys and mountains of emotions they crudely breach..
Alas! now I have awoken from my dream,
my feelings will flow likenever ending time and the gushing stream...............
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
You are unique and a dream’s reality,
Beauty and passion collides for your sensuality.
So sensuous you’re seeking stare,
Blinds me like the suns glare..
Oh friend of mine...
how many moons will have to pass for me to meet you and by the candle light dine......... ?
So sweet your face such comely grace
a maiden so dazzling and serene i have never seen..............
hope that stays that way.........
mystic glow will radiate it and i pray to god for it to on your face always stay....
Moan for you ever, my throbbing heart and forlorn soul,
Youth of my life spent with blood shot eyes akin burning charcoal.
Lost in fond love without you beside me, now and hear,
Over and over again teeming with your thoughts I shed many a tear.
emotions................my feelings..........
"Drunk as a skunk"
Flimsy after whimsy
Flunk and debunk
Or mastered getting "plastered"
"Tipsy as a gypsy"
Sunk like a monk
Miss nights out "on the p*ss"
We shan't blush...can't hush
Us as we gush about the rush
Bliss to kiss the alcoHOLE abyss
Have a crush on the plush
Flush flights of a proper "lush"
Grinned while you sinned
Smile..getting in a right mess
Room spinned ... plans binned
Betting the style's "blotto" lotto
Pinned motto bless the "legless"
Jolly golly gosh "sloshed"
What beats "3 sheets to the wind"
Need a slash..have to crash
After being out on the lash
"Smashed"..bish bash boshed
'Off your trolley" wally or dolly
Bedazzled frazzle on the razzle
Laughter after a dafter shindig swig
On the "sozzle"..off his head ..off to bed
Reason for that big red schnozzle
Let's be frank those who get "tanked"
Get thanked...no..blanked & spanked
Don't deride those who decide
To get plied with or "pie eyed" with pride
Have a tiff with those who chose skew whiff
No need upsetting or fretting
Over a drunkard with a tankard
Rum dumb herbert on the sherbert
Woozy boozy floozy doozy
Getting whistle whetting "wanker*d"
Abuser..winner or loser
The boon of the last saloon
All soon forgetting having hankered
For.. then regretting that final boozer
"Wasted"...sauce basted I stammered
Could've plucked for being "f**cked"
Decoded it besetting with maybe "loaded"
Why's he passed on the class "rat-arsed"
Not fussed..nonplussed he cussed
Sussed just with mates getting 'hammered"
So don’t muzzle the "guzzler"
Cripple the ripple of the "tippler"
Can’t match "down the hatch"
Or sip & sup..because "bottom’s up"
No frowning cake-hole sold on downing
Beer.. .neck oil by heck will spoil our laughing gear
Crowning the glory or gory story
Comedy gold told of being "arsehol*d"
Ickle fickle wee "pickled" trickle tickle
Temptation of a nifty sneaky shifty
Iffy & squiffy in a jiffy veneration
Don't be piddly about diddly while tiddly
They might from afar mutter
Wot a nutter...one too many jars
One too many bars ..not caring...I would utter
Have a flutter...I’m lying in the gutter
Rego & I flying while staring at the stars
My cousin Suzy
was feeling quite woozy
as we drove along in the car
Her sister Lizzy
said “why are you dizzy
we really aren’t going that far”
Their brother Vic
said, “She’s gonna be sick”
as he rolled down the window real fast
Mom seemed to worry,
slowed down in a hurry
till all of the other cars passed
Suzy was green
if you know what I mean
as she hung her head outside the door
Lizzy cried ooh
at the foul smelling goo
for she couldn’t quite take anymore
Vic after while
wore a devilish smile
while proclaiming, “Man that was so cool”
Mom shook her head
as she quietly said
“I can’t wait till they’re all back in school”
Morning thaws into feverous noon, dusk fluxes and night dimly fades away,
Into a lonesome diurnal, nocturnal rhythm all woozy and gray.
Softly and silently you begot my heart’s love hope when there was none,
Securely you glided into my laxly life when destiny had me indolently undone.
Into my life you filled love when my fate on a platter offered me bliss trifling,
Niftly you surreptitiously left my antedated heart airless and stifling,
Gusts of malevolence vent out with arcane sprite, oh! these esoteric rifling.
Your comely face now seems to me an abhorrative visage,
Our bonds of love bleed venom from the punctured heart, painful seepage.
Urns of sorrow, my eyes grieve tormented, wailing tears toil to turn a new page.
Moan for you ever, my throbbing heart and forlorn soul,
Youth of my life spent with blood shot eyes akin burning charcoal.
Lost in fond love without you beside me, now and hear,
Over and over again teeming with your thoughts I shed many a tear.
Volcanic emotions erupt, as evoke memories of making scalding love,
Ecstatic desires drive me insane, but I live on like a lonesome mourning dove.>
We were both young, carefree, so innocent
Dreams never simpler
Life's fruits tastier
Teenage love just one big experiment
Life a fantasy
Feeling fancy free
Uncontrollable hankering for fusion
Swept up in a fiery whirl of confusion
We were too young to know
While daydreams conjured false embellishment
Ravenous hunger
In one unhinged blur
Oblivious to foul entanglement
Dubiously free
Raw complicity
Infatuated craving for inclusion
Foolish heedless impetuous conclusion
We were too young to know
Gone in a whirl of frivolous torment
Foolhardy treasure
Lighthearted banter
Impressionable wide-eyed reckless bent
Dizzy and woozy
Too giddy with glee
Intoxicated with teenage delusion
Delirious adolescent illusion
We were too young to know
Swept up in lustful impetuous passion
Now seems so long ago
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on May 15, 2018 to contest QARINAGE sponsored by GREGORY BARDEN - RANKED 4TH
Fannie Strumpet is a flatulent floozy
With each wiggle her rump lets out a doozy
She blows out so much gas
Foul vapor from her a$$
It's asphyxiating and makes me woozy
Fannie lets 'em rip without hesitation
When I point a finger in accusation
She points hers back at me
and laughs saying, "Phew Wee!"
I'm tempted to enact strangulation
I threatened to have the woman arrested
Indecently walking around bare breasted
She farted in my face
Through her panties of lace
I think I was infected and molested
One night Fannie was with a man she'd just met
When she tooted he left, much to her regret
Rectal fumes exploded
He screamed, "You're corroded!"
Her tail expels toxins like a gas jet
Fannie saw a doctor of proctology
She farted without making an apology
She disgusted him so
He said, "Madame, just go.
You're a noxious threat to world ecology!"
I don't fear being assaulted by her smut
She was sued; the case was open and shut
The streets no longer stink
Cuz Fannie's in the clink
For hiding lethal weapons in her butt
October 1, 2021
May the Gas Be With You-Farts Part 2 Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
When two people are in love age shouldn’t matter,
except when one of the couples is underage and the public will chatter.
He was sixteen, I was ten.
He would hold my hands and spin me round and round
like a propeller on a helicopter.
My head would get woozy,
and butterflies tickled in the pit of my stomach.
I was so wanted his attention.
His eyes were on other girls his age.
He was twenty-four, I had just turned eighteen.
The man I had loved for six years finally noticed I was a woman.
He held in his hands a small gift wrapped in gold ribbon.
His gaze never left mine.
My legs grew week and my stomach fluttered.
As he held my face in his hands and said,
“Happy Birthday."
“I don’t want to lose you.”
I uttered the words, “I love you.”
With a gold ring on my finger and a promise I said, “I do!”
Thirty-six years of marriage
still passionately in love.
Age Doesn't Matter When you’re In Love.
12/6/2017
Poetry Contest: Age Doesn't Matter When You're In Love
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver