Short Blotter Poems

Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
In my soul, naughty dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter...

Read More

Believe it, was once a teeny bopper
Young girlies were all over my blotter
So many avenues
But never booze
Just a nip but really I shouldn't have otter...

Read More

Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been quite a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Naughtiness dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter...

Read More

Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been quite a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Naughtiness dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter...

Read More

Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
In my soul, naughtiness dwells
Very strong, I suck it up like a blotter...

Read More

Let's see if I can be prim and proper
Been a while on this teeter totter
Can't help myself
Inside, naughty dwells
Very strong, suck it up like a blotter


© Jack Ellison 2015...

Read More

Promises
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015

Allowing your mouth to be used
As an outpouring for meaningless promises,
Is like spilling ink on a blotter;
While promises may be contained,
They still cause a mess.
...

Read More

Little fly
Buzzing from nose to bread
Do not try
To let my amusement shed
Attention
From blotter to the swatter
I'm too refined for such matter
The tension
Has no ice to preserve it here
Flies are gullible, and lizards everywhere
Handle better
Trivial matter....

Read More

Alice, murdered by Dracula’s daughter
White rabbit keeps secret as he ought’er.
He sits on her throne
As Halloween gnome
Skulls laugh at the smeary night blotter

Striped legs and a red hair bow pretty
Dracula’s child morbid and witty
Secrets secure
Alice has no cure
Crying from the bowels of evil city...

Read More

I’m from Toronto on police blotter.
Coppers after me for killing a man.
I’m not doing time for slight manslaughter,
a debt I’m not paying, mate, that’s my plan.
I like a snug place to stay where I can
make some dollars doing fishing helping
Steve on Miramichi River’s nice span.
A past keen friend likes there be none matching....

Read More

Lucille bought herself a three-wheeled trike
Better for her than a two-wheel bike
Her age was catching up
When she had a slip-up
Running over a three-year-old tyke.

Police charged Lucille with manslaughter
With no jail time, thanks to her daughter
Quashing spectacles, 
No more vehicles
And keeping off the police blotter. 

Written July 17, 2022...

Read More

Freedom for a soldier,

a redeemer getting older-

centuries existing,

a string blissening,

and it's best to bet that you're listening...

Its captured by niss-niss-
niss...

They get printing-

evaporating,

haggard slapping,

as the tonic water is happening-

booze is entrapping, 

I am now water,
as the goddman is blotter-

I'm now happily rapturous and re-camping....

Read More

Oogeling ouggulluurzz,

Fidgety fogging verse!

Peoples are nodding to their words,

beats aren't so bumpy
so they blotter on burbs...

Seasoning at saunter,

as he wander wanders-

bottoming the plotter who thinks its
'why bother?'

As a holy day walker
streamin' the fodder,

Poly pulls the jog on her,

says 'yes we'll get knocks
to twist turns-
silly like talks in the chik_burns,
and the whispers'....

Read More

When I was just a kid, 
I’d watch you dress in blue. 
Knowing that someday, 
I’d be just like you.
 
When you’d leave my eyes brimmed, 
And quickly started to stream. 
I idolized you in everyway, 
And wanted to live your dream.
 
Now that I am older, 
I realize I’m like you. 
Polishing my badge, 
And walking in your shoes. 

I think about your words, 
While filling in my blotter. 
I’m pleased to be like you; 
The pride of son to father....

Read More