Slobbered Poems | Examples

Five Fat Petals

Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
           Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
           Teeth buds plump palms grip my knee, betrothal
           Chatter germinates language sporadic
  
          
           Gurgled contentment, vowel upswings strangle
           Trance silence slumps little limbs from frantic
           Pure rapture adoration fresh angle
           Rock A Baby slobbered face romantic


          Blossomed brood, clan, cluster, fan club gaggle
          Toddle boldly confident beyond skill
          Awe for mundane magnifies appraisal 
          Frustration annulled, infantile stun still

        
          Sibling envy love wound rigid, rough rope
          Petals inseperable open with hope




           27th January
           Childish desires

Quantumslobber

When Pavlov’s dog met Schrödinger’s cat, the world stopped for a minute.
It didn’t really stop as such but glitched, a febrile minute
A thought experiment of sorts outside the box and in it.
The feline, they were out of sorts; a strontium addiction.
The dog conditioned, slobbered as a bell rang in the distance.
The cat’s eyes focused hard on the saliva of the hound
And under kitty’s observation, it dribbled down and down
The dog stared into the pool of spit and saw its own reflection
Still hungry, dog took stock of their repeated situation
Quantum in its furry form, the cat reflected also
Wondering about the stress upon its fragile torso
The cat laid down and closed its eyes; a fatal premonition
Only to breathe life again, a zombie like condition
So slobberdog and quatum cat began an interesting chat
About philosophy and science and ehtics and all of that
And quatum kitty laid their head upon the throat of dog
And wished that they could die together in the universal quantum fog.

Wildlife 44

Wildlife 44

A slow moving, slimy old snail,
Was stuck upside down in a pail,
When someone kicked the bucket,
He slobbered "Oh 'flip' it!"
And left them a long snotty trail!!

The Queen

She is the master
The commander
The monarch
She rules this room
She is the Queen

Her territory expanding
Out into the kitchen
Away to the closet
Conquering through
She shows no mercy

Jumping upon her foe
Striking quickly
Silencing opposition
Preparing for the fight
The beast shows itself

Glaring at her enemy
She bares her fangs
Draws her claws
Ready to strike
A sudden cry of dinner

She skirts past the beast
Her body slobbered on
She makes it to her bowl
The others are there
She ascends to her throne

Demanding her divine right
She lets out a battle cry
She bowls into them
A scream and a hiss
A clash of claw and tooth

A battle she will win
Attrition she won’t suffer
Beating her adversaries
She sits down to eat
After all, she is the Queen

My Blind Date

My blind date Frank showed up at the door,
his curly hair was slick with grease,
a mad plaid jacket topped his Bermuda shorts,
as a pink ivy-league shirt showed his neck warts.

I took one look and and wanted to run away,
doing a favor for my cousin would be no more,
this guy was the king of the greasers plus,
swallowing my pride I chose not to fuss.

Adding to this comedy hour of a blind date,
he led me to a bright yellow Volks Beatle car,
his Great Dane Jerry was in the back seat,
he slobbered all over me when I gave him a treat.

It was dinner time and my tummy grumbled,
Frank asked me if I wanted something to eat,
nodding my head he drove to a pizza joint,
'Mamma Fazina's Guaranteed Not to Disappoint.'

Jerry ate the left-over pizza with one gulp,
licking the box in case he missed some more,
the four-legged chaperone took a snooze,
while Frank and I enjoyed a drive and a shmooze.

I learned long ago, looks are deceiving,
as I eventually married my blind date Frank,
he still has his warts and can't dress a hoot,
married fifty years and I love my greasy coot.

Clearing the Cupboard

My only thought on love resembles this:
From such a distance I was nearly there,
I watched a couple strip each other bare.
They did a shot and shared a slobbered kiss,
and it was smooth and it went down like bliss.
He was the younger of the stumbling pair,
(she had a thing for youth, that saucy mare),
and twenty-seven drunk in thirty-six
conceives in thought a Marci’s likely fixed.
Besides of which, she didn’t seem to care,
and even arched her back to get him there -
to where the chromosomes of rum are mixed.
And so this couple, then, got shotgun hitched,
where he would drown like me, in a bone-dry ditch.

The Shaming of Slobber Bob

His teeth were crooked, broken, mostly missing
When he spoke he slobbered while he was lisping

So the town gave him this nickname
Sad epitaph to his fateful fame

They say shame is our deepest sorrow
Those who have it, dread every tomorrow

He was homeless yet some let him in 
A lonely, troubled fella with no known kin

Nothing ever worked as hard as he'd try
His head always down as he'd pass you by

Although he'd found Chrissy's lost kitten
Some in our town became quite smitten

He rushed in on the hardware store fire
In reward, he became the unofficial town crier

They found him one cold morning, so sad a farewell
All curled up in his street side stairwell

They said there was nothing anyone could do
Tragically, Bob's real story, nobody knew

This happens sometimes with people we see
But that doesn't mean it's the way it must be

Whatcha Thinkin 'Bout

whatcha thinkin ’bout


nothing really.
it is true.
at an age when
the mind is on 
permanent vacation,
I float on a bed of soft 
feeling, selected memories.
occasionally a thought
creeps in disguised as a
smallish notion then bursts
into a real head-banger of
an idea stamped, to the one 
who used to live here.
Like throwing a bone 
to a toothless dog to be
slobbered over then
discarded for a nap in the sun.

The Game of Betrayal

Great opportunities knock in that door
But I’m terrified to see masks on the floor
Everyone pick the pieces of their stains,
Dominantly horrible to see evil as it reigns.

I had a strange premonition when I saw things,
Greed and betrayal is the game that well clings.
To walk in a river where the current is too strong,
Wounds can be obvious as pain does prolong.

Drops of blood all over those years
This enormous saga take me to fears.
Innocence starts to reveal the untold.
An eye opener that will bring to unfold.

I have my sword but who shall I kill?
I’m in a battle without bunch of boor skill.
Don’t trust because it might be a trap.
Never see myself slobbered and slammed.

Silver Spoons

June 01, 2008

 

Silver Spoons
 
 

The disruption and the dismay left my will fray.

Corrupted and disillusioned are the eyes that see.

Bottled up and distilled are the souls sitting to be.

I’m just stunned they were all left being that way

 

Duck, duck goose I’ll tap their heads as they pray.

One, two and three I will count every drop of tea.

Lucky for all them I’m a gift that has been set free.

Maybe I’ll serve them silver spoons on a new tray.

 

Tempted and defeated they slobbered at the mouth.

Disgusting and ridiculous I accepted their true fate.

Undeserving and unworthy it makes me head South.

I tell you it is a true fine line between love and hate.

 

They power and feed off of one to another.

To be or not be I'll ask a Heavenly Mother.

 

© Copyright: Ann Rich 2008

The Request

I crawled out of night like a cocoon
Feeling the sun on a crinkled skin
Waiting to grow wings
And tour the heavens soon
And suddenly when I thought
The night is history now
There was this shadow, this presence
Blocking the sun like a form of bigger wings
I had to flinch
That is, I crawled back into myself
So that had some distance away from it
I needed distance not only to protect me
But to give adavantage to vision
For we cannot see thinggs when they are right up in our face
Causing us to blink
I saw it then, the shadow
Suddenly becoming a bird, a huge predator
Even of other birds
And I shuddered and wondered why
Men should be born if only to live and die
What was the point of living
For we die even before we know what life is
Or the whole meaning of it
We live like a frenzy on a stage
A blabbering of the brain
And despite of all of that I wondered if the bird had a cage
While slobbered the poison over my skin
And waited in quieted rage
I have no intention of dying alone
Have lived my life in loneliness so much
Lord, let me die with you.

Pet-Sit Panic

I once volunteered to babysit a dog; really, how hard could that be?
She looked at me with pitiful eyes, “Would you please watch my little puppy?”

“Sure”, I said, “I’d love to do it.  Just bring him over tonight.”
“A little puppy”, is what she said, but that description didn’t fit him just right.

Only eight months old a puppy might be, that concept isn’t too hard,
But “little” isn’t an accurate word when describing a St. Bernard.

I didn’t slobber-proof myself or my things, didn’t know I had to do it,
My rain coat on and plastic coverings, was the only way I could get through it.

What he didn’t chew or eat right through he slobbered from bottom to top;
I chased him around with a leap and a bound; tracing every step with my new mop.

When she returned at the end of the week my apartment was quite the mess;
“Thank you so much, how can I repay you?” “Please, next time just loose my address!”

Sunburn

Ouch don’t touch it hurts 
The sun slobbered on my face
The pain, all for the gain
Of a tan
Red in the face, it’s really a disgrace 
We ache, my sister and i
Ooooh the pain, all for the gain
Of a tan
Tender shoulders to the touch, 
We really weren’t asking for all that much
Ouch don’t touch, unless you’re brave
I’m liable to punch you in the face. 
All for the gain
Of a tan
This really hurts man! 
SO
DON’T
TOUCH!!!!
HA HA HA, we should really turn this into a game
What’s that you say little sis? 
Don’t make me touch your shoulder with a heavy hand
What wait what are you doing 
Haha I RAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
***love you little sis***

Carolina Pines

Turned it loose and got drunk
As a smelly old skunk
On disgusting cheap wine
In the Carolina pines

Shot guns at thin air
(Who the heck gonna' care?)
Weren't it fun, weren't it fine
In the Carolina pines?

Then we REALLY got clobbered
We staggered and slobbered
We wallowed like swine
In the Carolina pines

(In the morning we grieved
We hocked and we heaved
We whimpered and whined
In the Carolina pines)

By: tryerson
Motif: Nature

What Did I Do?

I live in worlds of fantasy,
But people won’t just let me be.

It’s not as if I damage things, 
Or try to fly without my wings.

I only told them of my dreams:
How every day’s not as it seems.

I told them of my friend, the snail,
That only made them quake and pale.

I showed them all the things I’d made:
The Trotterdam and Quisky-Plaid.

I told them I’d been slobbered on,
But by the very lovely one,

That is to say the voice I’d heard,
When whispered by a little bird.

But the man that wore the coat
Thought it best that I not gloat.

I don’t know why he told me that,
Or took me from my little flat,

I don’t know why they took my view,
I’m just as sane as all of you.

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