Short Peeper Poems
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Tom Fowler was a chimney sweeper
who was also a window peeper.
Caught black-handed
folks demanded
Fowler be made a breathless sleeper.
Spring peepers
stop peeping. A satellite
crosses sky. One peeper keeps peeping
in time to the satellite blinking, an eye.
Deep thinking.
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
Those who fall in love,
fall into a dish
Happy are those who get honey at the bottom
they will lick it forever
Sorrow for those who get red peeper at the bottom
they will cry forever
Ann thought her new beau was a keeper,
but Bob was a raunchy old peeper.
Bare ladies he ogled.
Ann’s mind was so boggled,
she called the cops: “Come get this creeper!”
October 13, 2016
Freezing my peeper off, almost fell on the floor
Caught it in time before it rolled out the door
Was trying to escape
Says it's abused outta shape
Used to be lengthy, now shriveled and short
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
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.
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.
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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
The Fiddler and the Frog
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
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
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