Let me try to fill you all in on the scoop
There are some poets that write like they poop
Though most are out there
You must be aware
There are some poopers that stink up the soup
To all the poopers that stink up the soup
I'll say this to keep you into the loop
You too... be aware
There are poets- here
That will try to poop you out of our group
And if you do get pooped out of our group
Go somewhere else to spread out your goop
So, you and your sack
Must never come back...
to write your poopy in PoetrySoup
Gran and Gramps are BUM BUMS!
Standing beneath bouncy castle with hope and glee
Begging my Gran and Gramps to lift me up to see
The fun and exuberance of children taking a jump
Rolling into the middle like one big kiddie lump
Screams and giggles radiate through the air
Flying shoes, squished candy and knots of long hair
Children in chaos while adults swirl round
Bellowing “Be Careful or you might hit the ground”
I plead with Gran and Gramps in my best squeaky voice
To keep their big promise and give me the choice
To join in the fun and experience all the sites
They renege on their promise and gosh that bites
I crawl into the car with a big scowl on my face
Those two party-poopers are a child’s disgrace!
Riding home in silence and feeling so glum
I give them a nickname “Gran and Gramps Bum Bums”
Waving goodbye and as they drop me to the door
Dumb “Bum Bums” will be lucky to see me anymore!
I guess, a poet's answer
to most everything in life
is, more poetry! Broken
heart, write a poem.
Broken leg, a few more
verse lines to cast. Pipe
breaks, dog bites the neighbor
potential for poetic lines to
savor -- Poetry, poetry, blah,
blah, blah. Woe is me. Doubt
that I will ever be free, in clear
sanity, outside of poetry. Even
my prose, the twitch of my
nose monstrously shows the
presence and influence of
poetry. Bet my yellowish
urine flows are somehow leaks
of poetry. Though I guess, others
think there is greater mess, than
poetry. Ah!~ a potential business
enterprise: Poetry Scoopers! To
market to all you likewise impacted
Poetry Poopers.
Hey all you poopers
Please take my advice
Smile at the world
Always try to be nice
Even when people
Are rude and obnoxious
Pretend you don't notice
Don't cause a big ruckus
The world is searching
For people like us
To show them the way
This way is a must
We sure can survive
The damage that's done
It isn't too late
Send the blues on the run
To start let's abolish
All the wars and strife
We weren't meant for that
Let's clean up our life
We can start at home
A great place to start
More harmony there
Is good for the heart
Tell your loved ones
How much they all mean
You'll love their reaction
They'll burst at the seams
In closing I'll send you
Big hugs quite rambunctious
You'll think I'm a bear
My hugs so humongous
Hey all you Poopers
Did you take my advice
Smile at the world
Always try to be nice
Cave Kellers and Dig Wellers
David J Walker
Christians that go to hell
will have one
Hell of a story to tell
In the
Nick of time but no place to
Dwell among tent dwellers the
Cave kellers the dig
Wellers the rhyme
Travelers the street
Sellers and day
Sailors the night
Failures the pay
Traders the flesh
Peddlers the time
Piddlers the mind
Benders the fence
Minders the prime
Lenders the crime
Numbers the prince
Paupers the door
Stoppers the bargain
Shoppers the grass
Hoppers old teeny
Boppers and hogg
Sloppers with chart
Toppers and good
Coppers and hoola-
Hoopers and party
Poopers and hot
Peppers and self
Checkers and fat
Backers with back
Packers of heart
Stoppers and flip
Floppers and hot
Flappers and splish
Splashers and party
Crashers and hot
es and bad
Bastards
Christians that go to hell
will have no one to blame
in the hottest of flame
But one hell of a story
to tell
Merry Christmas Soupers
Don't be poet poopers
as you Don your Merry mask
sip lightly from the cask
remember to Uber in a stupor
So, who says it takes ten years to become a poet?
I’ve read incredible lines from second graders --
Some may write for sixty years, you’d never know it
For all some have become are mediocre shaders!
Do you consider it “good” poetry to criticize others
When you’ve not developed a modicum of expertise?
Your propensity for negative thoughts only smothers
While most Poetry-Soupers skills steadily increase.
So, be careful how you turn your venom on Soupers
Whose work is far superior to what you are showing
Open your Comments for those you call “poopers”
And we’ll share our true thoughts, not so glowing!
I hope when you read this poem, you do take offense*
For we are tired of being the butt of your nasty intents.
#55 on Best New Poems List
Written November 29, 2021
*for your information, this is a classical form put
to good use, in this case, since you criticized us
for using classical forms!
Pompous city dwellers,
pretentious rock doves now
parade around like a
popinjay or fancy
peacock, and yet, they're not
persnickety poopers:
pooping on everything.
Here's something every new parent soon learns
A 4 year old asks 400 questions a day, their minds do yearn
Craving to discover life's secrets
No holding back their keenness
Alright li'l poopers, got too much time to burn
Storm trooper in name, in action party poopers,
pizzas like poops, the perfect pooper-scoopers.
Enjoying stuffs stale and stiff,
who cares watchdogs' snap and sniff?
Blockbuster busted, bucking up all its bloopers.
Relations are strained between nations as usual
Why can't we play nice like good little poopers
Stead of rattling our rattles
Preparing for battle
An age-old scenario where we all act juvenile
Party
Pride has invited
All his buddies and colleagues
No party poopers
old things look different in the light of latter years.
latent appeal of patina, driven by kinetic days and nights.
bronzing of biblical bravery with no forensic fears.
the lilting loveliness of velveteen rabbit and fairy tales.
miniscule muscles bruise and buffalo into iambic fame.
pigeons likely to stain statues, poop on patina’s parade.
beautiful bird baths wipe away the superachiever’s shame.
antiquated arsenal of party poopers wearing yellow shades.
Standing in the rain so long without the umbrage of an umbrella.
The air up there, chameleons the charming gallant green style.
Her torch fearlessly fired up, welcoming the weary. Our Bella!
Liberty’s perfect patina color amuses the Mona Lisa. She smiles.
6/28/2018
Patina Contest
We're not all Hollywood hunks much as we'd like to think
Some of us are simple down to earth dudes
With simple needs and desires, walking around in a daze
In a “wonder what the hell happened” mood
Before you can say “Oshkosh Begosh” you're muttering
“Has anyone here seen my damn uppers”?
Basically you're on the last lap, the end's closing in fast
Soon you'll be enjoying your last supper
But be of good spirits, even the most powerful succumb
Be happy with the contribution you've made
Then be of good heart and thankful for a life well lived
Keep smiling, you're still going poops without aid
We're not all Hollywood hunks in this big old world
Some of us are down to earth simple poopers
Satisfied getting through with only a few minor hassles
But we can always be joyous happy troupers
Here's something every new parent soon learns
A 4 year old asks 400 questions a day, their minds yearn
Craving to discover life's secrets
No holding back their keenness
Alright li'l poopers, youse got too much time to burn
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