Puckers Poems | Examples

The Night Before

I did not sleep that night,
the hotel room was already taking on
the chill ambience, smell, and sounds
of an intensive care unit.

Occasional distant laughter
in a corridor where people are carefree,
I pretend to laugh along
but thoughts croak and tremble.

I mean nothing to Cincinnati,
the city has no memory of me yet,
and If I die in its University Hospital
I will still be a hole within a hole
of a book never read.

During the 4 a.m. G.P.S drive
it rained a soft black rain
as headlights plowed into
the unknown.

Back in the hotel room,
I am still packing and unpacking
while somnambulant eyes
try not to see the looming Hospital entrance
emerging from a gray faced dawn.

The entrance is an electric mouth
that withers. puckers and reflates.

Beyond sliding doors, the day blanches white.

Before Easter

A late March thundershower floats toward me
Like a plucked flower
Handed over on a walk to a lover
With a smile

Down this afternoon path
That breezes past
Spring-born ponds
Erupting
Of Peepers ululating and Chorus Frogs ratcheting
In a wave of Gnawa music.

The surface
Puckers
Diacritic raindrops
Slowly
Softly

Each plop and their purple ripple
Has not enough splash
To generate an echo

From the reedy shore.

The storm not so strong to hide the sun
For long
To move a wind
Or slice the sky with lightning

Rolls by with quiet thunder
Wetting my hair and all the early blossoms.

My spirit lifts while its shadow stoops
Cups the mud.

This gentle stir
Today
Seems to awaken and nudge the air
Just enough
To take His hand
Away

Sets free
The spring Dove
From his fist

Writes its wings in a mist

Changes his mind from Him to Her.

Paint My Feathers Black

days are dust
co+war+d/ice
but to eliminate the evangelical —
archfiends of madness reign.

fractured fantasies flirt with fugitive flesh
dilapidated dumpsters
desire's discarded gentleness
crepuscular crescent moon casts a gaudy glow
stolen scripts
where shadowy figures entwine and go

sordid snippets stutter
a scandalous serenade
echoing eerie echoes
as the night's darkness is made
surrender to the wanton waltz of vice
this baroque brothel of broken dreams
beauty is a sublime

palliative profundity puckers
puckered lips proclaim
sweetness of surrender
succumb to pain
this fusillade of fetid fever
find my thrall
blessed bondage to the maelstrom
where madness is the only law

Pizza, Puckers, Passion

                  10/31/2023

“ O Sole Mio”, the accordionist plays.

 Your feet snuggle mine,in a Chianti, misted haze.

 The perfect place forus to become engraved!
  
  A little, shiny, dance floor, where we did the Tarantella.

  Those sensuous eyes,I, your forever, enchanted Bella!

His Daylight Unclogs

He shoulders his heavy mind,
hunched under a dripping umbrella
of anxieties.

Dogs avoid the puddles he makes,
minor ponds of sniffs and scuffles
that he takes with him always.

He has a pocket handkerchief
that blows his nose
when the laden air
plunders his sinus's.

His has become allergic
to himself.

Quite by chance
a new airy broom
sweeps away
the damp clogging's
of his fusty brain.

Polar bears appear
within his inner eye,
they bring oranges from Florida,
fruits that will not ripen
in his own dark and crusty world.

Folding the black saucer
of his umbrella,
he un-puckers his brow.
Head-up, he side-steps.
his musty mood.

Poodles and pugs
play in the pools of his former
bothersome drippings.

Screw O'Clock News

(Tucker’s Wet Dream!)

It seems ‘twenty-four/seven’ Republicans choose
to subject us, our nation to “Screw O’Clock News”
as if Truth’s all that exits their Trinity holes!
What they say is pure gold! You have doubts? Check the polls
that Fox scripts and then pays for (though fools do resist
who are closer to monkeys - most dark-skinned!) Sun-kissed
to pick cotton, from day’s dawn till dusk (if poor’s genes
chafe a bit, most are blessed by such labor). It means
they’ve served ‘Light’ (in a way!) For a ‘Darkie’ it’s play!

Yes, Tuck Carlson “hates” Trump (In his soul! Gosh! Who knew?)
though he puckers right up when Trump’s rump is in view
AND Tuck’s paycheck gets bump! Sure, Tuck smiles (swells with pride),
his tongue forked like a snake’s! Proof he’s on the “Right’s Side!”
The Conservative’s Mantra’s that taxes deserve
to be paid by the poor for they’ve less to conserve!)
Watch how wealth dribbles down! There’s more cotton to pick,
when the rich hoard their gold (the truth’s poor don’t get sick!)
Poor man’s liquid desert – faux gold trickle, not spurt!


Long Tooth
March 14th in 2023

In the Blink of An Eye

The old Luzzu lies on a slipway beneath the sun’s strong rays
           In one of Malta’s most beautiful Mediterranean bays

An elderly fisherman gasps when he sees the damage on his luzzu boat
         
           With current rising costs, he can ill afford the to keep this Maltese treasure of a boat afloat

Tears streams down his eyes as he inspects the state of the bow and the stern
     
         The sorry sight gives him heartburn
         
And his face puckers up knowing the unpredictable weather is mainly to blame
      Even the colour of the sea does not look the same

His youngest son stands beside him and consoles his father
      
               But he cries harder
     

Suddenly, the old man clutches his chest and drops to the ground 
          
       The son screams for help but there is no one around

Advice From Professor Hoose Gooser

We should do something Professor Hoose Gooser said.
Of course this was years ago, today this old coot is dead.
It is too late now said the new believers. We will be boiled alive.
You are all crazy said the ignorant. They numbered a million and five.

Climate change is a myth, the Redowner Drippers replied.
Okay agreed the Sniff Puckers, but our relatives are boiled alive.
Fake news! Screamed the Hillbillingers. Shut up you dumb clucks.
We were irritated now, especially my scientific Uncles, the Chucks.

Should we build a bomb shelter underground? People would ask.
This was done in the fifties and it was a most arduous task.
Professor Hoose Gooser appeared to me in a dream the very next day.
It is too late, he told me. Grab your ankles, jump off a cliff and just pray.

She Stood

transfixed
watching fish and fauna
sauntered eyes darting
to her bipedal crank
species nearly gone
The fish of stars
slutters across the glass
Crabs eyeballed sidelined
Horses of the sea
canter throbbing waves
Is that Shark hammered
as his weave meanders
bowing seaweed puckers
Flattened fish
Angelic swains
Dolphins with purpose
listen to krill trill with glee
all from from the deep come
to see the last human in the humanatarium
Please don't tap the glass
it seems to make them uneasy

A Cockcrow In Lace

the sunspots ensconced
behind howdy-do curtains
a cockcrow in lace

white watering can french blue
white sprouts of ivy deep green
unhackneyed eggs bright brown
the pale yellow sun flickers snow

and no one wears silk nightgowns
as knees fall, and wrinkles like weeds
are read on the backside of palms
that hurry the yolks and sizzle
the bacon, pour coffee into old cups

one for the geezer who grumps
but puckers up for his buttercup

Lemons

Lemons are super duper sour
        Everyone puckers up when they eat one
        Most orchards grow in india
        One type of lemons are meyer lemons
        Nobody can stand the sourness without making a face 
        Some bakers use lemon zest in baking

Not a Playboy Bunny

There is this bunny, you see
Who lives right next door to me

I haven't figured out her/his pronoun yet
But I can tell that he/she would make a grand pet

What I find cute about the bunny is this
It hasn't yet learned how to kiss

This morning it sidles up to a cat
And puckers up its lips oh-so-fat

But it closes its eyes, then Surprise!
The cat slips away, it falls and ---

Now, why would you think I'd write 'dies'
What kind of 'grand pet' is a dead bunny
   Especially one you can't kiss
   And can't tell if it's Mr. or Ms...   

Well, sure hope I've made your day sunny 
   Even if there's no playboy in the bunny

What Can We Do

A feathered clutch once bewailed –
What can a sparrow do
in a sky full of raptors?
The red-necked puckers’ won’t arrive
until blood smells like copper pennies.

She was only one winter old,
cried a fuss-bucket booby.
Begone crone.
 croaked a plumed strutter.
A fish needs a fish for its supper,
little girls should not roam
far from their nests.

One bold worm spoke forth
before the lollers and gawkers.
She ate only half of me
before the hawkish lout knocked her out.
Now I must bury us both.
Fellow travelers, both the peckish and the pecked,
we all belong to this green turning morgue.
All must ride the sky-wagons
where last breaths are turned to rainclouds.

What can we do?
Sobbed a brimful of hatchlings.
O what can we do?
Boohoo, boohoo, boohoo.

Lovers Drink

Tempting balm tonics reposed fantasist,
Panacea liquifies mirage views,
Crafts allusive lofts energies persist,
Twain heart's favor lips a desire to schmooze.

Elixir defines the gist of lovers,
Exposes the length of listed measures,
Hearts and souls, supernatural pleasures,
Cascade gifted juice as meant lips puckers.

Charts a course of innumerable sips,
Bottled refinery impatient lips,
Passion extremes supple to its excess,
Forward sweethearts immortal kiss access.

Tinctured herbs ripen souls remarkably,
Drink-filled lovers strengthen eternally.


2019 October 15


Rhyme scheme; abab, cddc, eeff, gg
howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables total

Knackered Nonsense

(to be read out loud)


I'll eat the nibble naggle nooky nickel
	nipple nappy mum mum mum
I'll chew your gooble gobble giggle gaggle
	gimpy grampa's gum gum gum.

I'll call the wimpy wappy wiggle waggle
	wacky wobble wum wum wum
I'll drink the wiggin' wimple whoopy whacker
	wookie worker's rum rum rum.

Woo wow wee wah
Geegaw mee mah
Hee haw hoo har hey hey hey.

Mao moo mud muck
Wigwam poobah 
Mad mook mick mack yay yay yay.

I'll have a murky muddle maple maggot
	monkey marbles chum chum chum
I raised a ticky tacky tinky tonka
	tailor's tiny thumb thumb thumb.

I'm really punky pickled pooka puckers
	pitter patter dumb dumb dumb
I hear my diggle daggle doggy dingle
	diddle daddled hum hum hum.

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