"bluto" poems - Hello Poetry

Bluto, the world’s strongest man, could tear bread loaf-sized pieces off a steel-belted tractor tire with his bare hands. But he could not lift a single smithereen of his sensitive Piscean heart when Lily, the luscious, leggy Leo trapeze artist, left him for steely-eyed Arien Karl, the literate and literary lion tamer. Horoscopic Circus, Act II She was a Cancer Dragon. Like catnip to the Piscean Tiger, whose feline DNA was his Achilles heel. Especially when she wore heels. And nylons. The end is nylon, he thought. I love you she said. I love you more he affirmed. And firm he soon became. Then being the ringmaster, she opened her mouth and incinerated him -- as only dragons can….

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Jun 10, 2015

Jun 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC

duncanwrite

Horoscopic Circus

Bluto, the world’s strongest man, could tear bread loaf-sized pieces off a steel-belted tractor tire with his bare hands. But he could not lift a single smithereen of his sensitive Piscean heart when Lily, the luscious, leggy Leo trapeze artist, left him for steely-eyed Arien Karl, the literate and literary lion tamer. Horoscopic Circus, Act II She was a Cancer Dragon. Like catnip to the Piscean Tiger, whose feline DNA was his Achilles heel. Especially when she wore heels. And nylons. The end is nylon, he thought. I love you she said. I love you more he affirmed. And firm he soon became. Then being the ringmaster, she opened her mouth and incinerated him -- as only dragons can….

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"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" - W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming Dachshund Bred to burrow after badgers, what's he doing here? Terrorizing the underwear behind my couch. Is he a true hund, or just a pan-fried sausage with a Bluto chest? I wonder what they called him back then, in the Black Forest, when dogs were dogs. Tracker? Hunter? Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll. I'm Scot myself. My people once sacked York. No, this isn't York. It's Plano, Texas. Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot can't sack Dallas from here. Until then, we play our little game: What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC

jack-ritter

Dachshund

"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" - W. B. Yeats: The Second Coming Dachshund Bred to burrow after badgers, what's he doing here? Terrorizing the underwear behind my couch. Is he a true hund, or just a pan-fried sausage with a Bluto chest? I wonder what they called him back then, in the Black Forest, when dogs were dogs. Tracker? Hunter? Try: Baron Von Putt-Putt Tootsie Roll. I'm Scot myself. My people once sacked York. No, this isn't York. It's Plano, Texas. Don't think a Dachshund and a Scot can't sack Dallas from here. Until then, we play our little game: What rough ****** slouches toward my underwear?

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(20 minute poetry) Popeyed I look at the goil with the olive complexion and the ink drips like oil from the well of my fountain pen. It was always the goil that Bluto desired as Wimpy ate burgers looking awfully tired. Though Popeyed I tried to make Bluto see that the goil in question was the goil for me. Lliving a cartoon is like life on the moon where there's no air to breathe, but being here where the atmosphere is rare unlike the burgers that Wimpy won't share is fine. The goil is mine and if I eats my spinach there will come a time when I knock Bluto out. (It always sounds like goil to me when Popeye says it.

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Feb 17, 2016

Feb 17, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

The sailors girl

(20 minute poetry) Popeyed I look at the goil with the olive complexion and the ink drips like oil from the well of my fountain pen. It was always the goil that Bluto desired as Wimpy ate burgers looking awfully tired. Though Popeyed I tried to make Bluto see that the goil in question was the goil for me. Lliving a cartoon is like life on the moon where there's no air to breathe, but being here where the atmosphere is rare unlike the burgers that Wimpy won't share is fine. The goil is mine and if I eats my spinach there will come a time when I knock Bluto out. (It always sounds like goil to me when Popeye says it.

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i went to her grave again last night over eight hours away, i went and laid next to her ashes i brought her brand of cigarettes her brand of beer i brought her a crossword puzzle she didn’t have much to say so i did most of the talking as usual like when i was six and Tony Bluto would pick on me during recess, i’d slam my book bag into the ground and hide underneath the kitchen table as she’d peak under her glasses as she’d peck at the typewriter “problems, Denny,” she would say and i’d unload when i went to her grave again last night, over eight hours away, her ashes laying there alone, i unloaded but nothing happened, nothing was said, and i ended the evening with a question “how do i become a better person,” and that’s when it began to rain ***** made it rain.

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Apr 16, 2013

Apr 16, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC

thevagabondking

it rains in the end

i went to her grave again last night over eight hours away, i went and laid next to her ashes i brought her brand of cigarettes her brand of beer i brought her a crossword puzzle she didn’t have much to say so i did most of the talking as usual like when i was six and Tony Bluto would pick on me during recess, i’d slam my book bag into the ground and hide underneath the kitchen table as she’d peak under her glasses as she’d peck at the typewriter “problems, Denny,” she would say and i’d unload when i went to her grave again last night, over eight hours away, her ashes laying there alone, i unloaded but nothing happened, nothing was said, and i ended the evening with a question “how do i become a better person,” and that’s when it began to rain ***** made it rain.

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What would Popeye do? Olive Oyl subdued he'd box away saving the day and punch Bluto too Peru What in the world, would Popeye do? Olive Oyl, blue he'd dance and sing happiness bring taking her too the zoo What could Popeye do? Olive Oyl not true he laughed, he cried almost died heart breaking clean in two What should Popeye do? Olive Oyl, now through hoisting the sails weathering gales and on his spinach chew

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Feb 7, 2018

Feb 7, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Well blow me down!

What would Popeye do? Olive Oyl subdued he'd box away saving the day and punch Bluto too Peru What in the world, would Popeye do? Olive Oyl, blue he'd dance and sing happiness bring taking her too the zoo What could Popeye do? Olive Oyl not true he laughed, he cried almost died heart breaking clean in two What should Popeye do? Olive Oyl, now through hoisting the sails weathering gales and on his spinach chew

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