She lived to be the oldest of a staid,
unremarkable bourgeois family.
Lavender and off-white lace,
complemented her black ruffled attire.
She played the Granddame with much aplomb,
the matriarch of her passionless clan.
Occasionally her offspring
and her offspring’s offspring came to her for money,
a few with questions, appeals, unctuous compliments
She offered only sneers, curled and haughty lips.
In her days there were giants on earth,
they did not reach just for the middle shelves.
Their thoughts were painted hot-air balloons,
they imagined rocket ships made out of
bicycle parts.
Was it her fault that humanity had shrunk?
Day after day she gave audience
to unimaginative midgets, the small minded
affronted by her regal demeanor.
When she died they gathered
to pick the spoils, unfortunately for them
she had long disinherited her fortune
considering her kindred all just cheap satin
stitched over bovine buttocks.
Categories:
midgets, poetry,
Form: Free verse
How do we go through life with degrees?
And always, always blame someone for our needs!
Sad, Ivory Tower midgets are we!
Living in outreageous arrogance, but always blaming thee!
Big heads, but no hearts.
Blame, blame, are our poison darts.
Who, we? We are perfect you see?
Ineffective, irresponsible, intellectuality!
What have you done for the earth?
Besides quipping, off the cuff, ineffective mirth?
10-10-2021
Categories:
midgets, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Y,
Upside-down, backwards
worlds weep and burn
tried or true pulling into blue
the abandoned, the fright,
the flight
the silence whispering in my mind
taking hold of a long and lonely night
weary as the witch's brew
warning/warming the soul
we ball
we wither
destroyed
amongst it all
sink with the shiny coin
to the bottom of the abyss
or swim naked
to a portled bliss
blackness swans her heartless call
knifes and daggers
ripping vision's past
books bleed their final thoughs
I can't hold on
I can't hold on
running with the bulls
headstrong towards the headstones
frightened by the grizzly of the bears
the midgets holding mirrors
life too soon, can it disappear
and the coffee swirls
I see pain in that smile
swimming with my cream
deep in a heated cup
lusting to get out
loving to get out
the glass, it only cuts if you break it
come look at the impossibility
a cut above colour
curving/craving
the breast
the beast
that is me
Categories:
midgets, love,
Form: Romanticism
Step right up step right up one and all,
We’ve got amazing freaks short and tall,
There’s the strongest man in the world,
We’ve got midgets the tiniest people in the world.
We’ve even got bearded lady and the boy with twelve fingers.
Don’t be shy come on and come all,
We don’t turn nobody away,
But just for your own edification and perusal,
We have the strangest exhibit in the world.
The Lady with no breasts.
Yes she is in tact in every other way but
As you can see no bazookas .
If you are careful and quiet she might speak.
“I didn’t smoke and I didn’t have any risk factors
I just got this lump in my chest.
They had to remove my breasts.
I’ve been a freak ever since.”
Well there you are the strangest story in the world.
So tell your friends and come again one and all.
Categories:
midgets, 10th grade,
Form: ABC
the makeup person
worthily deserves
the title of artist
knowing the coffin
would be an open
affair needing care
aware of capturing
the features of the
deceased to keep
for the eternal sleep
so saying amen to
the true nature of
the unforgettable
purple wig worn
with a glowing red
nose and the smile
painted permanently
happy even if sad and
lastly the polka-dotted
extra large spinning bow
tie recognized by every
child who laughed at him
when seen at the circus
never scared of a clown
so as the service ended
after the bearded lady
gave a proper eulogy
a tiny hearse drove in
and stopped under the
big top out hopped ten
midgets dressed
as cops arresting
laughter while
attempting to
put the box in
the trunk
Categories:
midgets, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Manageable merry-making makes many memorable moments
more mischievous and malleable.
Marvelously multi-talented muffin-makers and mandrakes may
Momentarily mollify Matt’s merriment.
Masterful melodious music might add magical, mystical
Mettle to my magnificent minx’s manageable merry-making.
Maniacal mean-spirited micro-muffin-midgets may
Momentarily be maintained, micro-inspected and mollified
By my marvelously multi-talented Mama Mitzy.
My Muffins! Mickey and Minnie Mouse momentarily
May be meeting Minx and Mama for my monthly
Manageable merry-making!
Mercy me!
Categories:
midgets, 10th grade, 4th grade,
Form: Alliteration
Woe to you Lust
Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare
Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust
Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care
To plunge King David to his downfall
Steal from King Solomon wisdom
Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall
And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom
Bereft of the moral compass
Drifting in the wind like a vagabond
Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass
As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond
Squandering family jewel
Splurging to delight jezebels
With purloined family crown
Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells
Turn into automatons
You manipulate pulling strings left
Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons
To sink into your theft cleft
Where midgets rot wondering how they came
To Charybdis and Scylla
Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game
Where they emerge thinner and taller
In sin standards
Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance
As bliss bards
Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.
Categories:
midgets, poems,
Form: Free verse
"SATURDAY NIGHT ON THE TERRACE"
run where there is only room
to walk.
how else can you understand
your strength?
put the possibilities up and
create new steps.
the word will always be there
unlike the whores of the
night.
although some whores stay in
at night the blood for the
leaches trailing behind them
at every attempt to gain
attention,
stays wet.
let the wind come in so it
can blow and make them go.
isn’t the feeble attempt to
gain a particular
individual’s eyes pale?
isn’t it a miraculous
coincidence that one
will follow every move just
to gain access to her pussy?
but maybe here, there is no
fight to gain access.
much more to go back and see
if one can fit through that
door.
we all grow from children,
their curiosity of filth
never fails.
**** or get off and shutter.
there isn’t an unexpected
move in your chess game.
the darkness after the light
is a clichéd move.
continue with the desperation
as I continue with my
laughter.
open the doors to the things
that have been closed.
giants in a land of midgets
make nothing but fairy tale.
By: Chicano Eddie
9232017
Categories:
midgets, addiction, betrayal, color, horror,
Form: Free verse
(Lesley Ann Down was an actress in
the Golden Age of live TV drama.)
We live in an age of midgets.
There are no seers now, only lookers,
no values left, apart from digits.
Cash is the hook, and we’re all hookers,
no Carmen Joneses, only Bridgets.
Did you have to learn the equation
(“have to”? – what an odd suggestion!)
which represents acceleration?
It’s printed now, beside the question.
No gravity, just gravitation.
Subtitle writers, now, can’t spell,
and language teachers know no grammar.
When banks are hiring tellers, well,
in Alabaster, Alabama,
they sing aloud, “You Never Can Tell”.
Let’s get somewhat more sarcastic.
Our carpenters just never get wood.
Today our craftsmen just squirt mastic,
then, as any moron could,
they clip on bits of precut plastic.
We’ve got police (I like this best!)
who, far from being Texas Rangers,
have never passed exams or tests,
and can’t, by law, face any dangers,
or run rash risks, like make arrests.
No Richard Rodgers, Buddy Holly,
no more Stoller (as in Lieber),
but ‘tis the season to be jolly –
after all, there’s Justin Bieber!
Hence, loathéd melancholy!
Categories:
midgets, satire,
Form: Cinquain
summer time brings a smile to my face,
unbelievable weather my mam's words embrace.
midgets were busy the sun was so hot
my parents words I shall never forget,
even when I sit on a summers day....watching
rain like stair rods too wet to play.
the stories she told of dens in the woods
in nowadays times that wouldn't be good
Memories to cherish to relate to my young
even adding a few of my own
nowadays the young have their mobile phones
only going out when the texting is done.
weather immaterial rain or shine
a mobile in hand ..that's what I find.
days when a ride to the beach sounds fun
a quick shake of the head .. what out in the sun!!!
you'll will get sunburnt they say with horror
sunbeds get you brown without any bother.
penned July 2 2016
Categories:
midgets, summer, time,
Form: Acrostic
Hey everyone, look at me! Wait....they are. Coool!
Look at Tom. I think he's starting to bald a little. Poor guy.
Oh my! I haven't cleaned in awhile. That's alot of dust on that shelf.
Better hurry to catch my elevator. Whoa! Why's that door so low?
Hold my hand dear. Sorry. Hope that's not tiring your arm at this height.
Damn! This car seats tight. Are we growing midgets around here?
Oh, sorry ma'am. Am I blocking your light to read that? My bad.
All this excitement for an extra 3/4's of a foot.
Huh! Who would'o thunk it?
Categories:
midgets, funny, giggle, humorous,
Form: Free verse
An armor shining I must attain,
Without feeling, sigh or tear, meaningless
Against these shards of pain;
Protect my broken pieces relentless,
Heart armored, my life mundane.
Broken pieces that yearn to be put together
But nay I’ll devoid my heart of love,
Fear of love’s intensity that might and will conquer.
Back into the recesses down deep I’ll shove
Memories, midgets of bliss for never not later.
A seemingly happy castle on air
I’ll build, no valiant knight in armor make me my house disdain.
The doors hard worn by hearts that dare;
Knowing I’ve loved One with all my heart, One my whole sustain.
I’ll love One ceaseless, my heart for once laid bare
Afraid and yet with no desire to touch love’s lair again.
Categories:
midgets, break up, conflict, feelings,
Form: Imagism
A pond sits in the glen
bright fish dashing about
casting silvery shadows
ducks chasing after them
eels making their way to sea
flying birds circling back and forth
green frogs croaking for a mate
herons gobbling them up
in the depths a pike floats
jutting out its pointed head
keeping hidden as it prowls
lurking between the rotting logs
minnows swim by unharmed in shoals
newts eagerly snapping them up
out in the reeds lays up a catfish
playing dead it patiently waits
quick to react to its prey
reaping the bounties little fry snack
sticklebacks swim lazily through reed beds
trout leaping catching fly's and midgets
under the calm waters life abounds
vivid rainbow trout spawn
while the blue waters thrive
xanthine filled plants floating
yellowfin cutthroat trout dart by and
zander perch fill a fisherman's net
Categories:
midgets, fish,
Form: Abecedarian
Midgets always do
Looking strangely at the stars
Counting bigger ones
Small and big dippers
Emit freedom a distance
Expressing oneness
At times in old days
Longing to look at more stars
Achieve apogee.
Categories:
midgets, dedication, growth, remember, spiritual,
Form: Haiku
It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.
It seems like too many dress up doll days when we played
take me to the river but don’t get our feet wet.
It seems we lost our inner selves painting our faces
painting our nails, singing karaoke at the bars.
Oh, to regain those lost years of our youth, unwrinkled skin
turn back all the pages, like winding gold on a spindle.
Instead we have just leaves, grieves, and grandchildren
with their laser guns, plastic skin and smug attitudes.
They never challenged gamey little midgets with foul intent
they had us to pad them safely with money, love and scent.
Dear Rapunzel, do please let your hair down one more time
and play climb out of the cellar and up the apple tree with me.
Signed Your Dearest Play Mate.
Categories:
midgets, beauty, childhood, fantasy, friendship,
Form: Couplet
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