Short Snoop Poems

Dre for president
hes never said a word
i did not believe...

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    No special occasion ~
      just privacy's incessant invasion...

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Snoop Dogg
 Has many songs in his catalog
 But things seemed a bit out of line
 When he changed his name to Snoop Lion, a feline!...

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There was a contest at PoetrySoup

Homer, Milton, Poe, entered as a group

   They worked from dawn till dusk

    For difficult found their task

But last they finished for did not snoop!




© Demetrios Trifiatis
   22 JANUARY 2015...

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They knew I was throwing up at night. 

And that every breath was causing a fright. 

I wasn’t using their scratchy covers. 

Because I was afraid of the others. 

People at night snoop in to glare. 

Because I wasn’t sleeping, I was too impaired....

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Just a thought for fans of Kdash,

K was outed by Dog named Snoop.

Video jus called her garden tool trash,

alerting brothers, he shovels the poop!


For the Chastushka contest. 

Hardly political but Snoop really reflected upon the “culture” of K.

Props to Snoop Dog!...

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Hey, snoop-hound, off my grass
  Can't you read 'No Trespass'

Nothing's private anymore
  Not even our thoughts

So alien to how we grew up
  to the ideals we were taught

What once was kept secret is now public knowledge
  Getting more 'likes' than particle colliders or Coleridge...

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Born Calvin Cordozar Broadus, Jr., became "Snoop Dogg"
          Murder was once the case they gave him, dawg

   Tha Doggfather. Iconic rapper and weed-lover, fo' shizzle
Pride of Long Beach, CA("LBC"). He cool, ya dig?...mah nizzle?



Date written: 03/29/2020...

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He said, do you wanna smoke some marijuana?
But I just don't wanna
If you smoke the green
Your gonna eat some beans
I say is it legal?  
He says only partly
I only love my weed and my green, I’m sorry
I say, snoop, where you at, dog?
Then I smell the pot and say, ah, there you are
Don’t do drugs, kids...

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Lots of reading, dot to dots,
Gatorade and soup;
Writing lots of lists, at which
I’m not allowed to snoop.

Fruit and snacks with music on,
Mini screen-time break;
Singing made-up songs so there
Is never a mistake.

Energy I didn’t think 
A sick day would include,
But what a joy to spend the day
With this delicious dude!...

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The insider, 
of a windowless room 
outreaches a gun.

A signature assault 
nips at your heels 
in revenge.

Mind in a rubber sac, 
in search of- 
a real country.

A balloon thought,
soars high, towards infinity, 
to snoop at the god.

You should have 
myriad tears, for the 
fallen,*Black Beauty from unknown.


Satish Verma...

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boring meeting.
faculty
we have them weekly
every Wednesday it takes me an extra ten
or twenty-five minutes to get home
mandated 
Even though it usually talks about
teaching math and reading
I teach neither
I begin to write poetry
A co-worker asks, “What are you writing?”
it is about her. She glances at it.
but can read nothing.
I am glad I know shorthand....

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Joyful Rudolph with a snickery snack snoop
Slid into the snowdrift his fluff tail in a droop.
We watched him slide in to the reindeer group
Hello! Yelped Dasher’s wife, Ms. Loop-de-loop.

Joyful Rudolph! Come over here! Sit by me!
This was a call from a Christmas elf near yonder tree.
Rudolph was in demand, his time was anything but free.
Go on! Yelped Ms. Loop-de-loop. You’re on my hoof, you see!...

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Daddy didn't seem to be playing with a full deck
                      He whaled the tar out of Rosalind's Florida whelk
                                      This whelk was a snoop
                                      Sneaked in daddy's soup
                     And found his peer group with no disability check 







       DADDY'S SOUP/Limerick Copyright© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty 11/26/2014...

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To poetry soup
I shall stick
Until I start walking with a stoop,
To and fro patrolling with walking stick.

On my fingers the soup
Forever my fingers I lick:
My fidelity to the group
Until my still bragging shoulders droop.

What I see in poetry soup
Are buxom hens in a coop
You can’t but many yearn to pick
And not a single one aside kick.

On her Good Poetry you snoop,
Soon, round your neck a loop...

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Gusset of rose I am,
Tender the body of mine;
Petals yet to rise,
'Touch me not'; 
I am yet to bloom; 
Odor of juvenility,
Yet to snoop out of me;
Smell of mine, 
Yet to strew in ambiance, 
For you to love;

(In Hindi)

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© Sadashivan Nair...

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Shirley Zee loved cooking, cleaning and canning
While her apple pies in the window were fanning
Her life is so easy said our neighbor, Snoop Manning
I rolled my eyes, trying my best to be dead-panning

I knew the truth about Shirley’s marvelous life
She had plenty of problems, lots of turmoil and strife
A sneaky snake in kitten’s clothing had made her his wife
Kept thoughts to myself, for Manning’s words could cut like a knife...

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Shirley Zee loved cooking, cleaning and canning
While her apple pies in the window were fanning
Her life is so easy said our neighbor, Snoop Manning
I rolled my eyes, trying my best to be dead-panning

I knew the truth about Shirley’s marvelous life
She had plenty of problems, lots of turmoil and strife
A sneaky snake in kitten’s clothing had made her his wife
Kept thoughts to myself, for Manning’s words could cut like a knife...

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IS  SOUPMAIL STILL  PRIVATE 

How do non - members get into soup,
Somewhere in the system there’s a loop,
And ask you to contact them please,
It makes one to not feel at ease,
This person does not exist on Poetry Soup!

Since I commenced with this friendly troop,
Had two or three mails, outside of our group,
I just ignore them, but it happens, how?
Do others get them, good to know now,
For I am sure none of us want a snoop....

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An old crinkled piece of paper
Yellowed with age laid in a box;
Sixteen Indian-head pennies
(Their luster as if newly mints)
Were strewed atop the aged pulp.
Being a curious fellow
That I am (more aptly a snoop)
I slipped the old stationary
From the seemingly ancient box
And began to read its content:
Dear Master Robert Hemingway,
Enclosed in this small cedar box
Are the pennies you requested
Each dated eighteen hundred sixty .
Yours truly, Abraham Lincoln....

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They gathered as a freezing group 
To plead with the sharp-shooting troop
Not to even around them snoop.
Their murderous wings not flutter but droop
For being, all affable chicks in a coop:
A working class from The South Loop
Travelling with a fun-loving troupe 
And an athlete draped in his whoop…

A tears-unlocking “Please, Don’t shoot us!”
By the just-discharged from their bus 
Willing to all cough out from their purse 
Rather than be sent to sleep or a nurse....

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if i were an invisible hood
a flight to Washington is my mood
i'd sneak into Bill Gates
snatch his billion crates
and snoop on secrets hushed by rich brood


how he snores, bathes, and blows his short fuse
a fly i’ll be primed for TIME’s scoop news
my bank book will swell
interviews I’ll tell
if Bill’s guards won’t sniff my stinking booze 


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(( for Michael Falotico's "  A Fly on the Wall" Contest))...

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