Short Peeping Tom Poems
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some where theyer there
near
or far or in a bar
mabe seat of car
no matter where you are
theyer not dumd
just a
PEEPING TOM
all i see is tail
closer i get to window
we have a face off
squirrels have no nerve
their daring little creatures
who fear nothing
Peeping Tom
To have a
lengthy stalk neck is a
wish Peeping Tom makes when he
blows out candles on
cakes on
his solo birthday celebration.
shining light upon a naked void ~ will always reveal more darkness
just as the peeping Tom went blind ~ after exposing only starkness
By
David Kavanagh hms!
Sick minds grow rapidly,
Yet they’re treated with equality.
Spread through our population,
The cancer of our generation.
Sex crimes, rape, and molestation,
Evolve from disgusting infatuations.
Form:
window
to look outside
or look into, perhaps.
It depends on your point of view.
So are you observing the world outside?
Or someone looking into yours?
Either way someone is
a peeping tom
window
Why is it Peeping Tom and not Peeping Jack
An honor to be called Peeping instead of Cracker Jack
My Brit friend Tom
Though he has more brawn
I care not, I peep through other peoples' peepers
Two things old Peeping Tom knew for certain,
Only perverts would peek through a curtain
To see the forbidden,
Kept carefully hidden
And one day in prison he'd be hurtin’.
written December 17, 2021
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While out walking late last night
wondered who it was I saw
slinking by your bedroom window
lurking 'round your back door
when I shouted 'Who goes there?”
they ran like hell didn't tarry
those I'd seen could well have been any
peeping Tom Dick and Harry
As the breeze and trees tango dance,
both oblivious to our glance,
from a distance our heart partakes
of their shared love and so awakes
soul from stupor, ego induced,
by caress of bliss beats seduced,
thus this moment in time we stole,
makes our presence joyful and whole.
Sunrise
Warm amber rays
Greet me with morning light
Softly peeking through my window
A welcome voyeur is this peeping Tom
Who wakens me in time to hear
sweet trilling of songbirds
Plaudits to the
Sunrise
July 17, 2022
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Unarmed
If you keep a man unarmed
He will be pretty unharmed!
Precautions or measures
Work but increase seizures.
When mankind was unwrapped
Humankind was not raped;
When nudity filled the kingdom
There was no peeping Tom!
Should you lock an empty box
Inside, find some burglar fox!
JM
28th January 2014
Placing the candle
Upon the wide window board...
She unpins her hair.
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Her bare white shoulders
Outshine the frail Moon's weak gaze;
Her coy disrobing.
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Him moving the screen!
Bamboo and silk will not mask
His greedy intent.
As smoothly
As errant sunshine
I saw him
As he disappeared
Behind a tree
Watched
As he crept across
The sky line
A peeping tom
Dancing amid the high rise
Windows
Of lost souls
I saw him melt
A bearded snowman
Watched spring
Fill its empty hat
With rain
To cool
The roses blush
I saw him walking
In the midst of those
Who cannot see
And smiled
He smiled back.
Prying voyeur
Shining eye of heaven,
Why but this assunder?
Why call on our amorous souls
From the romance of silent night
By your glint throu' chunks and curtains?
Peeping Tom
Herald of waking dawn
Like a sexton calling sleepers
For morning prayer;
Why flash throu' the irises
Of our courting eyes?
Oh morning!
I weep to see you come so soon
In the company of this voyeuristic sun.
If I could be a child again
childish, funny, playful
but my mother only laughs
If I could be a child again
eager, experimental, inquisitive
but the world only laughs
If I could be a child again
destructive, risky ventures
but my maid only laughs
If I could be a child again
a peeping Tom, a thief-let
but my God only laughs
Being a child is an amusement
life is free, enjoyable, cheap, safe.
White gown on the floor,
careless and silken;
as if in a slumber and
caressed by the rain.
Wet footsteps cross the room
at a lazy stroll;
not a heed to listen back
to a distant call!
Drops of water on the window
spoil a reddish stain;
Lipstick planted on the glass
lipstick in the rain.
Dreamy eyes fill the sky
evening comes up close;
lost in sea of unknown thoughts
a woman, known as Rose!
Big and fluffy, tender grey and pure white
You chase the shadows from the excess dusky light
Tumbling and prowling he understands the things that I say
He knows his feeding times for each and everyday
Slipping on my stone tiles from his fluff riden paws
Sliding purposely full impact until rolling into doors
Your so cuddly but devious and whiskers proudly curled
Playing peeping Tom upon my window stimulated by the world
Curtains or Venetian blinds,
Drapings, shutters, shades
Serve to keep our privacy
From peeping Tom parades.
Everybody loves a glimpse
Into another’s space,
Surreptitiously, of course,
And never face to face.
Which is why our views are blocked
With drapery or blind;
Thus it’s more enticing, wond’ring
Just what hides behind.
Often, though, we’ll get a peek
At furniture and shelves
And people who, ironically,
Live like we do ourselves.