Short Snoot Poems

As I stood in the line looking neutral
Hoping my choice would be fruitful
I was knocked on my ass
By the bellowing gas
Of a wobbling sign with a snoot full
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Perky, pesky, pretty-petite;
yippy, yappy, always-in-need-of-a-treat.
Loving, lazy, little-lump;
Cutie, cuddly, see-how-high-I-can-jump?
Spoiled, sneaky, snacky snoot,
Munching on old chips, teething on mum's leather boot,
overly-sweet, oogling oaf,
maybe-just-a-bite-or-perhaps-the-whole-loaf....

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Snobs 
Snobs 
For Erline 

You are looking down your snoot. 
Hating me and wanting to shoot. 
Me dead from a bullet to the heart. 
I am already from being apart. 
From you. 
Quietly I pry my way back. 
Back into the light, 
of my day. 
I miss you no longer. 
Two years is enough. 
I do not think you were 
even worth that. 
Snob 

Charles Hice 

Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice...

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I'm sleeping amongst mass hysteria  
Compulsed with my own mania 
Are we living in a fallen world
Is it a sign of the end, settled 
O' Corona, Corona
Please go away
I full of snoot and decay
Don't know what to say
It’s scary, snarly
I cough, rasp, wheeze
Speak hoarsely
I'm old and weary
But none the wiser
I hear my angel whisper 
In the sweet hereafter
It was just a dream stupor
State of mind rapture
Devoid of Corona exposure...

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The dog is leaping and frolicking like crazy today
But the cat is haughty, and keeps herself far away.
The dog is doing a Scottish Reel and a petootsi watusi.
The cat is licking her paws acting stuck up and snoot-sy.

The dog is adorable now, doing a line dance with cowboys
The cat is batting away her catnip filled mouse toys.
The dog is singing, playing a guitar, and doing a prance.
The prissy cat is sleeping; she simply won't dance....

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Birth of a new child
Brings joy to the world
A new beginning 
A circle of hope
No beginning and no end
You learn to talk
Then told to be quiet
You learn to walk
Only to be pushed about for miles
You learn to use your hands
To its enth degree
But told don’t touch
unless it belongs to thee.
This is how your life progresses
You learn but told not to do
there is one word  
that cocks a snoot at us all
It’s used with fear 
yet welcomed by some
Death……………...

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Wish I were intelligent enough to write poetry in 
three or four lines.
Anything over that? A poetic crime!
Eight lines is acceptable if I'm quirky or cute?

Or use imagery like, uh,the moon is in a strawberry 
boot?
Or a lovely butterfly flew up my sexy snoot?

Stars are a must here as we all know.
That word alone steals any poem and drags in
Drooling.
I hope you all realize, I am just fooling))

Heck! We only live once.


5/14/2019
12:30 pm PST...

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