shrek is beck
deck is smeck
get top decked by the kripp
or u wont get any dipp

slip slop
drip drop
kip kop
hippity hoppity hood
goes the clock
tick tock
the mouse ran up the wall
and died

rest in pizza

As a lifelong adventure I eclipsed the generation I was grown up with
felt so much that turned wrong and sad on November 12, 1934
should have been born different
I kept up to date and conceptually relate
I would have been honored to be at Woodstock it's like I was there
in my head and psychedelics and mushrooms
were my references and Beatniks along with
Carlos Casteneda influenced me from deserts .
My philosophy grew and reasoned, until now where I see greed and
possessions are so important.
I never lost the dream, though,
of Peace on Earth.

Here comes Jesus
from his tomb
With baskets full
of gloom and doom
Judgment, famine,
pestilence and war

He says the end
is coming soon
I wish he’d sing
a different tune
Something that
we haven’t heard
before

He’s got Aids for Tommy
Parkinson’s for Sister Sue
There’s an STD for Mommy
(Daddy hasn’t got a clue)

Here comes Jesus
from his tomb
With baskets full
of gloom and doom
Judgment, famine,
pestilence and war

Maybe if you’re
extra good
And try to do
the things you
should
He won’t come
around here
anymore

You’ll wake up one morning
and you’ll know he isn’t there
And you will see the smiles
on the children everywhere

Oh here comes Jesus
from his tomb
With baskets full
of gloom and doom

Hippity, hoppity
what a ******* day!

Calabash Squash
A Poem by Eclipsing Moon-blood red


entry for a contest...rhythm



Hip- hop jury swapped

Hippity- hoppity sequestered they stop

Bibity- bobity alone on the cobblestone.

falling in- falling over

The balcone wailing, and buckets pailing, and hailing, and

Scaling

The walls and ramparts the cannons were whaling

Moby dicking and schlicking the schlock of the clock… hickory dickery ..where is the Doc?

Blind mice made the move..up one "grandfather  side.

... and

Over the top .

Now wasn’t that a quainty dish to set before the Queens …

in drag



© 2011 Eclipsing Moon-blood red

She bounces and that's the only way
Of describing her happy
One foot to the other
A hippity-hoppity of the hips
A woncity-bouncity of the biscuits
The hands are busy, but the mood is light
She's irritated, but in a good mood
The only way only she can be
I ask what's wrong
Thinking she has to ***
But it's nothing, she says
She doing her hungry dance;
She loves to eat
So as she spreads the bread
Cuts the cheese
Rolls the ham
And mayonnaise
She bounces up
And side to side
Geeking out
Hips a hoppity-hippity
Biscuits a bouncity-woncity
A sandwich is born
Like the smile
On her lips

Hectored by the pit-a-patter
of frozen pellets, you might hear
these dented eaves wheeze and sneeze
lubricious comparisons, but
it's a thickly frosted fiction
that their bulbous white noses
look anything like eggshells.

In springtime's crick-cracking they will
however birth a frog with not
so princely disposition:
Hacksaw in hand, he'll eye
your roommate and that footlocker
where she keeps invaluables
of an oddly personal nature.

His plan is to hip-hoppity leave
you red-faced, trying to calm
this panicked friend with un-fairy
tales of a burglar amphibian
who muttered of moral decay,
mis-fabled crowns, and the strangeness
of saved fingernail clippings.

Waddley bimbely
Nothing is new.
Sometimes I don’t know
What I should do.
Walkily talkily
Human kazoo.
I have learned better
Than trusting in you.

Whiffily sniffley
Embezzle and lie
Authority snority
Let it go by.
Cheatum and beatum
If they complain
Skim from the top
Buy a new plane.

Hoppity boppity
Games of chance
Always let poor people
Pay for the dance.
Scrappity snappity
Selling their wares
***** about usury
Nobody dares.

Slippity slidery
Constant rendition.
Use public money
To buy politicians.
Graftery crafters
Buy media too.
Make some more billions
To see their way through.

1.  COYOTE SONG
  
A warm beautiful sound
Howling at the moon
Into the cold dark night
  
2.  TRUTH
  
I have seen the greed
And what it does see
A lot of my friends died rich
  
3.  BUTCHER I AM
  
I stabbed Bukowski
In the back again that
bstrd smoked way too much
  
4.  OKLAHOMA
  
O. K. OKIE EYE
Would live here amongst the wells
save the tornadoes
  
5.  UNDER FORTY ?
  
Poe died old
comparingly
  
6.  SOUTH DAKOTA
  
A cold place in hell
And a bolder stone
American Reminder
  
7.  HIGH SCHOOL ******?
  
I needed a date so
I traveled outer space
Searching comet's end
  
8.  YAHOO!  PAYPAL PLEASE
  
I owe poetry so
Much.  so pay up.
Donations are accepted.
  
9.  A TEAR FOR PAL
  
Mike Dembo American
Pizzaman.  Married man
Walking ocean floor
  
10.  SLIP
  
What was' I thinking?
That I could be saved'?
drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip...
  
11.  TRASH TALK
  
I strong armed the mother
That was in my way
To get my fix today
  
12.  FANCY FANTASY
  
Anytime I want to
**** somebody famous
Yes, I think I will
  
13.  CELEBRITY PICNIC?
  
The *****'s gather on
Street corners they promote
Themselves believing their lies
  
14.  50% OFF?
  
American people give
Me your retailed money
It's President's Day
  
15.  TO THE FORGOTTEN 1'S
  
Forty-one more nations
Annotations have been
Made I have found you
  
16.  1 BUNNY DREAM
  
A ******* Playmate
Enters my room hip hop
Hippity hoppity
  
17.  DEAD POEM SOCIETY?
  
I murdered you haiku
In cold blood
Now I'm going to ****** you
  
18.  TABLE FOR 1 EACH
  
An oreo and fig
Newton meet for lunch
One for me, one for you
  
19.  CUTE COOKIE CRUMBLE
  
An oreo runs into
fig newton.  Fancy
meeting you here, crumb
  
20.  31 JAN 09
  
A man died today
on State Street in Hackensack,
New Jersey.  So cold.

Feather the links now,
I'm hoppity wide.
My self sight may shrink
Til I stumble my stride.

I'm often the cutter,
Of wit, more than skin.
Attack me with caution as
Meet wears patience thin.

I'll dropkick your efforts,
And sweat through your pores.
My tongue, I'll not *****
While your ears left with sores.

My buy polar bearings
Have spun me til stressed.
You best let me be now,
My button's depressed.