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

Uh hum.  (cough—clearthethroat)

There is no Try
Now let me write the rhyme
The Hippity Script

Let me...
Tell you How we do
Lovely so lovely doomed

There is no Try
Just do me The Dew
On my nose and eyelashes

Let me be your favorite thing
Lightning flashes
A Mohave storm...

Let me be clear
My throat my dear
Taste-touching her form

Please let me
Flip it into Legend
The Hippity script

There is no Try
No fatal end of Grand
Clear of minds/eye

So thus all began
Uh huh.
*(Crickets and sirens)

Internal parts spread out
Taken apart, way across
Hop-scotch blocks,
And little girls
Hippity-hop

Toes in each block
In time to a tune
Drums pock a beat
On the little child
Inside the watch

Icky-tickity, tock, tock
A tear from the eyes
Like a drip, faucet
Then over the falls
Niagara in a barrel

Time doesn't, not really
Exist to be selfish, always
Giving a bit more, another
Second turns in to a minute
By yourself, in a barrel

Going over the falls
And right at the edge
Toes over the top
Feet in the air
Head over heels

You look at your watch
Tickity, tickity-tock, tock
Hippity, hop, hop
Right over, toes in the box
With a roar, a tear

Coming together
Tears, not for pain
Like a band on a watch
Pinned to keep place
Just in case you fall

In love, hippity-hop
So when your feet reach
Touch the sky, tickity, top
You can check the time
So know how far you fall

Tickity, tippity-tip top
Check the wrist watch
Toes in the block
Skipping rope
Keeping time

All of the above
Inner chyld, tock, tock
Beautifully in time
Perfectly aligned
Inside your mind

Playing hopscotch
Little girls' games
Over the top
Clippity, tock
Tick, tock

My words are not my own,

Nor do they belong to my totem frog
Which hippity hops
His way trough my life,
Guiding me towards a metamorphosis,
From drunkard
To enlightened.
He (I) sure am taking his time,
But should/could this journey be rushed?

My poems are not the caw of the crow and/or raven,
She does not sing a song so beautiful that I am moved to purge it least it take up too much of the spare space I have inside of me.
She is my spirit guide,
Turn this way, choose that one (with the pretty smile which makes you ever so nervous),
Do not wear that ridiculous outfit,
Don't even think of-
Too late, now live with the repercussions, idiot.
A ****** of voices.

My muse tickles my lust and embraces my love
But is neither.
She/he dons many faces none of which I have ever seen.
Whimsical *****, ******* of emotional release
I do not know you!
I write your words as they come into my head.
Or I would,
If I could keep up with your maniacal laughter;
You spew nonsense rapid fire, child slaying zombies with Cheetos stained fingers,
And with all the elegance therein.
Yet,

I am thankful indeed.

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!

Hippity hippity hobo hopped a train in mobo, whilst mobo and toe-do flowdoed  down dits bitsy mountain. She-ha and he-haw hast rode bikes to sleetah where burritos were bandits and bandista's on barnyard fence. Smoky and choky were high on mangozee and tis they loved posies of the same tilling field. Geuber and Gruber maketh infants as scoopers whilst dust is their slooper,
Slippery dipsy dask.. . uncle tis and Mrs tas. Tadpole Bennie, neon jenny, Mike and shunny.. Bunnies of two..honey's of few. Crick-crackle pop the hobo didst hop, as I caught him, as he fell, he bumped  his head and yelled...( Hobo forever)
As I smiled to his passions...

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

Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy.
Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy.
Lippy hippy, slippy dippy.
Nasty-nicey, normally snippy.

Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey.
Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey.
Hinky-stinky presidential *****.
Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko.

Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy
Get a mop, it never stops.
Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy
Face as gross as rotten taffy.

Whammy-bammy, scary scammy
Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy.
Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy
******* up future jumpy bumpy.

Glossy boss, a frightful loss
Ungathered moss at twice the cost.
Serious gap while the country naps
****** sap giving us a slap.

Frightening nooses tightening,
Rights denied like summer lightning.
Ignoring Popes and Snopes
Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes.

Immune to our cries, elected guys
Make horrifying decisions most unwise.
Like black magic before all our eyes
We’re leaderless as freedom dies.

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.