There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television
One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked
Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease
A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks
Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air
Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.
A harmless window peeper
That is what Madeline thought
She gave the man many chances
Kept his voyeurism to herself
No sense in bothering others
Not worried, she continued working in her home
On Tuesday she disappeared, due to the window peeper
He is peeping into another woman’s window now
her cheerful sign said live your best life
would that be a life without any strife?
Not necessarily said the negative window peeper
Just try to stay away from the ugly grim reaper
Perplexed cross-eyed peeper, encountered grim reaper.
Unsnapped devil’s raincoat, castrated cork afloat.
sultry spring showers
peepers party by pond light
dusk to dawn anthem
I have a sweetheart box of chocolate on my head!
I am doing the valentines dance,sang out Chickabilly Fred.
He danced a frisky two-step that was hilarious to all.
He is a fluffy peeper, whose butt is not so small.
I am going to ask Betty Sue if she will marry me.
She is my forever girl, I think you will agree
I have a box of nut-free chocolates sitting on my head.
For if she had a nut, my best girl might be dead.
She has an allergy, sang out Chickabilly Fred.
You are sure happy! An old rooster male said.
I am getting engaged, sang this super optimistic chick that day.
Before he got to Betty Sue, someone else had married her that day.
On edge of the marsh trills a Spring Peeper.
His pal is a fiddler, whose strum’s deeper.
Together their tune’s not bad,
yet driving the neighbor’s mad.
Their hands over ears - still not one sleeper.
The fiddler and frog with their tunes mingling,
with sun in tired eyes and marsh ears tingling,
Both perfectly contented
though neighbors, they’ve tormented.
The fiddler and frog with their trills mingling.
2/3/2023
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Her exquisite lace linen collar tiered in layers of dainty threes
Was not the only beautifying feature of Princess LaCrees
Her beetle necklace of green peridot was engraved well
Her monocle was designed by Bob Mackie’s protégé, Snell.
She was the ultimate spring peeper croaker.
We saw by her wardrobe, she was a leap frogging bloaker.
Prominently featured on her front was a darling topaz roach broach.
It was the kind of semi jewel that would never have to ride in coach.
Princess LaCrees knew to top off her flashy outfit with a favored crown.
Orange crushed velvet puff ball at the top, it was a coppery light brown.
She is dazzling, a jumper among the reeds, the best of the best.
Ribbit Ribbit she shouts, her head a big crest.
Don’t you get hungry wearing all of those bugs? Asked Lady in Waiting.
Not really, the princess answered, as her maids began the uncrating.
Grasshoppers, ants, beetles, and lady bugs were scattering all around.
She stabbed and ate them all with her wand, without making a sound.
A doctor saved his eye
then he took it away
by hiding it from the boy’s face.
His hands were puppy dog tails
wagging blindly.
He played a game of Scrabble
with a Brail alphabet
as his only guide
He would enter a schoolroom
through a hole in his mind,
peering curiously
into a strange fishbowl world.
He was a one-eyed peeper,
a tunnel stalker
walking through a tubular world.
When the patch came off
reality took on the shape
of a prison warden.
One eye had to work hard,
the other got a life-sentence
reduced to time already served
as the cell-mate of a cyclops.
A letter arrived from Aunt Mabel, always a keeper
She was delighted I bought myself a Bissell sweeper
Said they are best, but I could have gotten it cheaper,
Seems her nephew is in more trouble, getting deeper
I suspect he was caught smoking or selling a reefer,
Auntie says her bloat is causing her to have a fever
She needs a full physical before prices get steeper!
Big news! Auntie said she was dating a Bob Kneiper
At her age, I was shocked, but won’t ask the “bleeper”
He’s older, she said, expecting soon the grim reaper!
I chuckled when she said she had a window peeper
I’ll tell her she needs to report this ornery creeper.
I’ll answer her when I have some news to report
I think I’ll suggest coming over to serve as her escort
Maybe keep an eye out for that Peeping Tom cohort
I do not consider window peeping a spectator sport!
Aunt Mable will probably laugh out loud and snort
I’m sure her nephew will be asking her for support
She’ll remember what I told her last time to retort,
He’s got to stop the doping and with no dopers consort!
Written June 9, 2022
peeper melodies
nostalgic night serenade
childhood wonderment
saucy smoke smirks
gulping gaunt lurch
puking punctured bitumen
blurs bleeding bountifully
filling cloud's peeper
with whooshing phlegm
taunted track clothes
fiery ferments: glows
skate speed blows
voluptuous velocity's vibe
into dances drives
sassy soles thrive
mushy thoughts merges
speed, emotions surge.
'20:02:21:18:29
the spring peeper people
slowly shhhhhh as
dawn's curtain begins
lightly lighting the day's
stage
various birds word
greeting the new
not knowing the last
to chirp was to be
the stadivarius
cricket
amongst some thickets
rosening his bow
legged legs
resounding proudly to
take the last bow
in a feverish fit of some
sort of Paganinish fervor
even the sun was piqued
and took a peek for
at the melodic
peak as bowed wood
would do so
did he a
finale of
flames
I stand here in someone's dream,
a pleasant way to spend the night.
All my dreams have boring themes,
for them to share seems only right.
Would it be considered wrong,
to jump aboard their train?
Just one night to tag along,
to take a ride in someone's brain.
Looking out of windows strange,
at a different point of view.
Could this help to rearrange,
help to make a vision new?
If they wake and find me there,
in the middle of their mind.
Their dream now a nightmare,
a horrible thing to wake and find.
I've decided to stay at home,
not covet the dreams of others.
Only dreaming dreams I own,
while I lay beneath my covers.
10/9/18
Crickets
sounding their
enchanting
sound.
Peeper choruses
from the pond,
finely tuned,
while Bullfrogs
barup their
baritone song.
Swooping bats
devouring,
warm breezes
dancing.
Owl hoots
deep in the
woods.
Coyotes howling
in the
distance.
Evening’s
Symphony
tuned to
perfection.
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