Short Slippy Poems
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baby chicks chirpy do do,
big feet pretty fun feathers;
twirl, stumble, fall la la la,
chirp, chirp, peep, peep, peep !
Life, a mount, full of rage,
What a path, like a cage,
Earth, a ball, on the fish,
Mute and silence, wish
Slippy, fickle back, like a ray,
What a ride, milky way!
Fishy ball, on the horn
On the fish we all born.
Well Plastered
Sippy
Hippy
Upon Stumbling into the Barber’s
Snippy
Hippie
Flower Child Wets Himself
Drippy
Hippie
Peace, Love & Clumsiness
Slippy
Hippie
The Cheeky Free Sprit
Lippy
Hippie
Written June 7, 2015
lickety split whickety way
I think I’ll make a puppy today
Some fur, big paws and lots of love
stir this cauldron with a giant glove
expectations are everything
he’ll leap from this pot with a ring-a-ling
slurpy slippy slimy slippy suppy
where are you, my sweet loyal puppy?
Growing Up In A Christian Household
My dad was such a FRAMER then that I oft just felt like a FARMER,
No alternative routes accepted, no reasons other,
Only their special Christian gospel that did mother,
Slippy slimy slowness, a slave’s sleeve slipped in for sloth.
17/12/2015
Form:
Winter brought
Rain and snow
Frost and fog
Slippy pavements
And icy water
A cold hand
For the labourer
And windy squalls
To shake trees
Lightning and torrents
Falling from the sky
And also a time of peaceful rest
In nature's closed eye.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 1989.
Can't go out
Weather won't permit
Too cold, too wet, too slippy
Dressed up warm
I clean and cook
And wash and iron and polish
Listen to the radio
Despair at the news
Hum to the music
Escape from the world
Enter boredom
Slowly at first
Then snaking into the psyche
Banging with frustration
Screaming at the world
I wan't to explode
Form:
I wish the world was made of cubes,
Four flat sides and a top ~
For I cant stand the slippy things,
That tend to slide or flop.
From piles of paper falling down
Upon my dirty floor ~
To odd shaped bottles and fans I have,
Like one gigantic junk drawer.
But if the world was made of cubes
sitting in neat stacks ~
Then things would not fall over things
And this place wouldn‘t look like crap.
The sky was bit nippy
Clouds forming all round
The birds were all slippy
Returing to their home around
The leaves were all amber
And set to fly with gale
Souls moving to their chamber
With thier blaze getting pale
Were the days getting low
Or the nights getting high
All homes were ready to glow
From the fire calming the sigh
And all smut were clearing
As we knew that winter was nearing
No light there was, no moon
Far away the electricity had gone
It was last night on the snow-white bed
You were an amorous lass and I'm a lad
Where is the kiss in where the lad was live
Where were the lips in where you nourished peace
On the slippy path of the blooming rose
Our night sought the future cruise
Let's start the journey of the sun
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
11/09/2021
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I wish I knew an erago how words can plex your noggin
At times like sliding down a hill with only your toboggan
Once you start you cannot stop, it feels like going south
One foot on the slippy slope, the other in your mouth
Words obey and forever stay, even when you oopsy doodle
Words command and forever stand, but you have to use your noodle
Words can bend and oft offend, but words are only say
Relax yourself, enjoy the day, put all the words away
Snow Circus
Dust me down
To be icing sugar clown
With my nose so red
And banana skin frown
Inappropriate shoes
Or the grip I could lose
Mean a fall from grace is
Like pie to the face
Though the painted smile
Only lasts for a while;
When the crowds disperse
There'll be bruises to nurse
For the mad fun and laughter
Of each Ring Master chapter..
Just accept them with no fuss.
Life is sometimes a circus.
Jinjagoliath
23rd January 2021