"boing" poems
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Bubble, Bubble, Head and Phone
Drop it all:
~
You
Thee
Thine
self
Thor
my
self A
sovereign
ruler
Freya
Smashing
Ontogenetics
O, Odin !
Grace of Celestial
Sobriety
is
To Dive
The surface, energizing
Below
Immorttelle
T
Love
Scented
Neroli
Rose blushes ~ Rose Bushes
Flashes
Appear
All
over
Thou Faces
I
Expressions
Get away with the old Kneipp
Get along
With it
easily
Snow sleet Crystal
Degrees
Uwwaaaaaaahoooo
uuuu
"Boing"
Bubbling Boiling
Magma *******
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
I got me a Kangaroo
Lives way down in my pants
He seldom sits quiet
He'd rather get up and dance.
He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing!
I can't get him stopped
He's always on the go
Yea! he's always on the hop.
II
Well, he ain't no Dodo
He sure knows how to pogo
Even when I say no! no!
He keeps on on the go! go!
(Bit of a yo-yo)
And when he's full of vim
There's no catching him
I only hope my pants hold out
And he don't pop out.
III
Now how can I put forward
My Best face
When I got him down there
Bouncing all over the place.
He's up, then he's down
Then he's back up again
Up and down all day
Like a demented drawbridge.
IV
He goes Bo-ing! Boing! Boing!
And I go Down! Down! Down!
Whoa-aa Boy!
I go one way
While he goes the other
Man! he's tearing me asunder
I'm every which way.
My mind full of insecurities & fears
And my Kangaroo down there
He's looking up at me saying
What the hell are you doing up there.
V
O! what am I going to do
With my wild Kangaroo,
What am I going to do !!!
What! Get him a didgeridoo ???
(A didgeri-didgeri-doo!)
Have you got a Kangaroo
Down in your pants ?
"Ooooo! Whoo!" sang the girls
"yes! we Dooo Whooo!!!"
What! Wait a minute, you mean...
You mean girls, they got Kangaroos too !!!
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Plunk your Magic Twanger
years ago when I was a tike
back when I could barely even ride my bike
there was this silly show I loved and had to see
on Saturday mornings just for kids
they showed short films and had funny skits
so weird it seemed they were just talking to me
films about this kid they called the Jungle Boy
he rode on an elephant and brought me great joy
always tracking down men doing evil things
then there was always this special guest
a doctor, a scientist, someone who impressed
who would try to demo and explain
their special skills but is was to no avail
along came the gremlin with water spritzer and pail
and on the poor speaker he would make it rain
he was called Froggy the Gremlin a puppet at best
he'd dance like a clown and stick out his chest
and he was always introduced with this silly chant
plunk your magic twanger froggy, oh my dear
and boing in a puff of smoke he would appear
and bedlam would ensue he'd go off in a rant
Hiya kids, Hiya, he'd always say as he danced
on the edge of my seat, I was so entranced
what kind of stunt would he now try to pull
squirt the guest with his seltzer bottle he was so bad
the guest would run away, run away so wet and mad
the gremlin always kept his bottle full
zany comedy, mindless laughter every week
couldn't wait to see who would be the next weeks geek
so innocent then so full of vigor and vim
there is another part to this story someday I will tell
later on in high school before the first morning's bell
Froggy is still alive, no cant forget him
Gomer LePoet...
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 7:41 AM UTC
"Daddy" "Daddy"
"Watch me" "Watch me"
As she jumps hands on the settee
She jumps higher each time,
I want to be a cricket,
I want to
**Hop,
Skip,
Jump**
Bounce up and down
But they jump well, but not high enough
"Daddy" "Daddy"
"Watch me" "Watch me"
I'm a bunny,
Bounce, bounce, bounce
I bounce higher this time,
But the whiskers make me sneeze
And I really don't like carrots,
"Daddy" "Daddy"
"Watch me" "Watch me"
I'm a kangaroo
Boing,
Boing,
Boing
Look at me go look at me
Fly through the air, and land
Once again on the ground,
"Daddy" "Daddy"
"Watch me" "Watch me"
I loved being a Kangaroo but it was too hot,
I want,
I wish,
I bounce
In to space, the biggest jumper in
The know universe
I want to be an astronaut
I want to jump from
Earth
To the
Moon,
I want to hop along asteroids
Like I was playing hop scotch
"Floating endlessly"
One jump, two jumps
Look at me float, look at me daddy
I jumped on the moon,
"Little lady"
"My little jumping bean"
"You must learn much"
"Do good at school"
Then you can use your amazing bouncing talent.
Use it to jump from here to there,
But my little princess your only five,
So much time to
Bounce,
Skip,
Jump
Upon everything you see, the moon
Can wait till you grow up,
"My utterly amazing little jumping bean"
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
So I was in New York City
and I was depressed,
not because I was such a success
and had so much money,
but because the stress
that was on me
was so unbearable
that I wanted to die,
so I stepped inside
the front door
of the Empire State Building
and climbed every flight of stairs
up to the top
where I walked over
to the edge
and knew this was my time
and I executed
a perfect swan dive
off the roof,
but then, as soon as I was flying
I decided that actually
I wanted to stay alive,
that I had a lot to live for,
so in a panic
I cried out
to the Great Fairy Godmother Savior In The Sky
to save me,
and instantly
a feeling came over me
that I had to throw up,
so, puking,
up came two shiny metal springs
which I attached to the top of my head
and then I hit the sidewalk and
BOING
up I bounced
all the way up
to the top of the Empire State Building,
where in a gentle arc
I landed,
and was so happy
that I began to laugh
and the laughter became more and more
uncontrollable,
so much so
that I fell over on to my back
where I had
a heart attack
and died,
so the moral is -
"Somethins Gonna *** Ya".
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 8:45 AM UTC
The snip-snips
halo my shoulders
in curtains
Ever-changing colorations
striations
maculations
depending on your mood
either flat as a newly paved ramp
or as ***** as Friedman
You took a class on this
you tell me
adjusting your headband and baring your teeth
your version of a smile
I steel myself against the guillotine
It falls to the ground in leaves of auburn
going against the nature of winter
and longevity
(there go four inches
off my life)
You lean in
boing the spring beside my face
inhale and ask me
what is my conclusion?
as your panda colored drapes swish by my cheeks
Sometimes it smells like cinnamon
or the cactus flower oil you bought that one time
and sometimes I get nostalgic and remember what it was
before I let you touch it
(autumn, soap, and vanity)
but now mostly it smells like one thing:
smoke.
And phantom pain.
I thought you were an expert.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:44 PM UTC
The 787 Dreamliners
tickets sold but not going
Would you really get aboard
a plane whose name is "Boing"?
Because of counterfeit parts
There are no Dreamliner flights
There is also a new rumour
That the crew is scared of heights
There are only a few airports
Where the Dreamliner resides
The rest have too short runways
Though they all are extra wide
I am sure that in the future
They will resolve the growing pains
And that the Boeing 787
Will fly high above the "planes"
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
sometimes words pour out of me. but mostly i pour them. what comes out is.. is..
monkey suit
ontology that thinks he thinks an original thought or two describes me.
i really need to grow up. act my age. get out of this
place. yuhknow?
hi friend. welcome to my scream of consciousness. boing.
do you ever ever wonder when or
how the was had -even- been,
or whatever? sky outside looks like nintendo again, full of intent and so forth.
yes, of c i feel fine. why, this primal horde is not mine. it's your sub sea too.
all have crawled from it. exchanged that'sfishy for this. ex-istence is weird, sorta.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
The chirds are burping,
the blowers are flooming.
The droys are beaming
Of firls so gine.
The dees are boing
what dees bo best.
So loys bet's do
what dees bo best.
Hind the foney.
Jul 2, 2010
Jul 2, 2010 at 8:38 AM UTC
BOING!
The harder the landing
the higher the bounce.
Up here all is clear
A transparent perspective
Wish I could levitate in this space.
WOOSH.
Here I plunge again.
Grasping for anything to hold me
To stop my fall.
THUD.
****
I expected to bounce.
Walking around the gutter
looking for light in the dark
I am disoriented.
Lost in space.
I'll just have to find a new
height to scale to get outta this place.
Next time I'm up there
I'll hail cab to Cloud Nine
And ride around for awhile
checking out the scenery.
With some old school funk pulsing
from the speakers.
pump pump pump
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Jinx! You owe me a haggis!
Sheep! Sheep! Sheep boing!
I tried to connect the two.
I am glad that someone loves my discursive stuff.
I feel thrilled that someone validates me.
Tell me why again? Why why why not?
Did you mention socks? Why?
You’re a sock! Your face is a sock!
A pair of socks! I laugh!
You didn’t anticipate that one, did you?
I will nevar stop. Nevar.
Yes. An alternate spelling.
Hehehehehehe.
Be bold. Be bold like Leeroy Jenkins.
Yas. Chicken music. Yas.
He was brave, he led the charge.
On monkeys and elders, what was our conclusion?
Monkeys are silly, elders are catnip.
I am silly. This poem is silly.
Hehe. You know what I’m about to say next.
We must keep it a secret.
Sheep! Sheep boing!
Figure out what that pakis-ectomy is.
Yeah? Yeah? Well, you’re a pakis.
I guess that Wyatt Cenac
said it best:
I have to fool you. I am fooling you.
Aeneas, Cooper, Pedro, and Boo.
They are all amicable with each other.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
I can't describe what it was like,
Falling in love with you was 'yike';
Getting to know you was fun,
Your face glimmering under the sun.
I can't describe how I feel,
But it makes me feel like an eel;
It makes me feel so sad,
But some part of me feels bad.
I can't describe what I think,
It makes me feel like a *****
I don't know how that made sense,
But it made me feel so dense.
I can't describe what I see,
It makes me go like 'wee';
I wish I knew what to say,
It would keep my thoughts at bay.
I don't know where this poem's going,
It makes me want to smash my head like 'boing';
I had fun rhyming all these,
It made me feel at ease.
I hope this made you smile,
For it made me feel less vile.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
our president is
waging Thumb Wars
pressing the button
another pinball appears
he pulls back the spring
and hits send
watching the vociferous orb
encapsulated with incorrigibility
ricochet across the continents
the hemispheres
the stratospheres
across every neighborhood
and nation
bing bing boing
the barricades throb
and eyes light up
as the points
begin to rack up
1
2
3
4
he got-ta new-high score
wow
such big thumbs
for such tiny hands
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
My swollen left cheek
a round bed of marshmallows
pat pat, pat pat, boing!
swallows saliva
drinks a cup of iced milo
an oasis forms
all that ice a shock
to my newly-formed blood clot;
what is this soreness
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 8:42 AM UTC
how many years since we
heard from joe
a curious combo combing
hurt
and happy..
some inspired bass
some real *******
sensitive lyrics..
he was 6 foot 6..
his piano composition
is further inspiration
i felt
jealous and sick..
stepping out
i glowed inside
and howled along..!
into the light
young old
tv gone
fnd..
he made too
a song called cancer..
everything
gives you cancer..
listen now..
never hear live
a lively rumbo
or something..
and don´ t played
that piano..
good on yer
joe..
iv
not unlike
alladin sane
kind of
a bit
bowie
not so
formulaic
less structured..
he rambles
along
like tottering
on a cliff
a bit more
melancholic
there is a
lack of direction
and a child like
frustation
the genius
tired by genius..
the whole thing
lacking any kind
of melody
but quite melodic..
some of the single notes
might have been aliens..
lol..
and the pianist
was his first and only
cut..and saved the day
when we are
to plummet
into insanity..
there comes
the saxaphone
which purrs
and loves us
into breath..
and that first
boing!!!!
astrix joe jackson
a real songwriter..
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Routine fell wayside
Lost in time
Normal traces new sketches
A corner I've never seen
Leaning against scratchy walls
Scrapes my arm
Will my mind, never rests
Spring like shapes
Boing out of my ears
Lost in translation
Springing up new fears
Spirals with timid edges
Wrapped around ribcage
Spinning while I stand still
Indian burn covered body
Lungs smuggling air
But soon to get caught
Leaning against scratchy walls
At the speed my brain starts to rot
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
The chirds are burping,
the blowers are flooming.
The droys are beaming
Of firls so gine.
The dees are boing
what dees bo best.
So loys bet's do
what dees bo best.
Hind the foney.
(C)2010 This drove the chell specker crazy
Repost after 10 years.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
one day i'll forget the abc's
just as i have forgotten my own name,
& i'll ask my cup of water,
but it won't respond.
i'll curse it.
how rude can one get?
not to answer to their elder?
& it'll fall on the floor,
the plastic making a soft boing as
it bounces onto the tiles.
that's a funny sound.
i giggle.
i'll turn back to the abc's.
a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h , i , j, k , l,
i stop. what comes next?
it was the first letter of my name, wasn't it?
round and long, like n, but not...
& i'll look to the left.
there'll be an old lady there,
and i smile when i notice her numerous wrinkles.
thank god i'm not like that.
i wonder what i'm like.
i can't remember my own face anymore.
& my back hurts. & my vision's blurry.
and i still- i can't seem to remember
what comes after L.
& i'll wonder, but i'll get distracted.
i get distracted easily, i find.
i don't know why it's so hard to focus anymore.
it seems that everything's moving too fast.
i watch as a spider crawls across the ceiling.
i think i used to be scared of those.
what's it called? the fear of spiders?
i'm pretty sure i had it.
i reach for my glass of water, but it's gone.
where did it go?
i could have sworn it was right next to me.
i'm thirsty.
and i still can't remember...
what had i forgotten?
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
"-Boing !!!!-"
Afore you up and shuffle
out the door
for god to tally up
yer score,
may I make jus'
one suggestion-
that you ask of him
this question.
Why was Zebedee
so rude
and what became of -
Ermintrude??
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Aye aye Captain,
the Enterpise its not.
Said reliable Mr Scott.
Wind it up, lets see it work.
Said courageous Captain Kirk.
Its a logical looking clock.
Said the inimitable Mr Spock.
Such wisdom to the face.
Said the life form made of Lace.
Tick Tock Tick Tock said the clock.
I dont undertand whats being said.
Im just a clock, that goes tick tock.
And now its time for bed.
Boing.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
The poem with the obvious
Grammar problems
Has been trending
For a while
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
From the moment I saw this pretty girl at Ahli Baba's Kabaab shack I thought to myself "Oh my dear, I must be falling in love."
I just couldn't put my finger on it.
The last five years have been the most beautiful transition of my life.
No more waving my **** in the wind like a drifter in the dark.
When I'm with you I feel there is something right with the ways and the rules of the world.
It makes my heart go boing!
Standing here today, I know it's going to be alright. When the going gets tough from the get go we'll be there to scrape the mucus off of each others brains. I love your brains so much.
So, Honey Babe, in this tender situation, I vow to love you through it all. Good and bad. Thick and thin.
To keep plumbing for the man till we don't need to plumb no more.
And when I get home you'll never have to taste the waste.
If you'll be the bananas to my blow, I'll be your Johnny on the spot.
And most importantly, I'll always squeeze your tooter when you L.M.L.Y.P.
I love you so ******* much and if you'll have me I'm ready to stay forever.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 1:33 PM UTC