"dumbo" poems
I wonder what puppies dream of.
Their eyes roll back and twitter away,
As their bodies twitch and sometimes frighten you.
They snarl, they yelp,
They bark, and they huff.
Is she chasing the birds out the window?
Scurrying after those squirrels?
Does she use her big curly ears to fly
Around like Dumbo,
Pulling apart every cumulonimbus cloud?
Dream on Eva-pup.
Dream on.
Jun 26, 2010
Jun 26, 2010 at 5:58 PM UTC
1
Snip! Snip!
says the scissors
Ouch! Ouch!
says the paper
Snip! Snip!
says the scissors
Ouch! Ouch!
says the paper
2
Be quiet and still!
says the scissors
It's for your own good
Yeah? says the paper
*Have you ever had
anyone cut you up like that?*
3
Snip! Snip!
says the scissors
Ouch! Ouch!
says the paper
Snip! Snip!
says the scissors
Ouch! Ouch!
says the paper
4
There, says the scissors
*I'm done
Cut you up square and neat
You're a homemade notepad now
ready to be used many times over
than when you were one!*
And says the paper:
*Oh, you stubborn dumbo!
I'm not for writing -
I'm koi paper
meant for origami!*
POSTSCRIPT
Why didn't you tell me?
*I thought you knew
what you were doing
you ****** fool!*
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
you can wear your cap twisted sideways
sag your pants down to your knees
ride a pachyderm or a mule that brays
be whatever kind of fool you please
sing love songs in the rose garden
or complain how the dollar done fell
knowing qadafi, hussein, and bin laden
have all been dispatched to hell
you can rant and rave about raw deals
you can raise your snout and sashay about
or he-haw and buck, kick up your heels
or vote for more hope or to kick da *** out
you can lean to the left or to the right
weighing the pros and cons and hype
but you can't stay out of this fight
and claim you're just not the type
to freely elect their governments and laws
evers, walesa, mandela, and susan b
lived and died for just such a cause
to see the people's voices set free
but if you just call it mumbo jumbo
and aloofly let this moment pass
we all may be led by Dumbo
or maybe that other *******
what percentage do you claim?
forty-seven, one, or ninety-nine?
tea party? occupier? some other name?
are you just spouting a party line?
all our blood runs red
'bove us all the sky is blue
and no matter what is said
there's one thing we all should do
hadn't you better cast a vote?
against the ones who vote aginst you?
i think you'd really better vote ...
it's the least but the best thing you can do.
doug curry
10/24/2012
Nov 1, 2012
Nov 1, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
She is salty lipped ocean throat
Warm morning fog
Mixing with her overcast
I want to place my head on her treasure chest
Listen to her wet ruby cascade and thump
A metronome for people who dance lightly
She is a mildly ******** mermaid
Born with the deformity of legs
We were all born a little bit broken
I tell her
I know you’re a body of water I want to drown in
When home feels like it’s so much bigger than these four walls
But not much stronger than the skin I’m in
So here’s to jumping off cliffs
With the hope to land a little painfully
So evolution might give me the wings I was meant to be born with
She walks like a riptide
Often risks drowning in the off chance
Nature might be kind enough to understand
What it really means to have sea legs
This is for the soft shelled crab
Who was tired of the heaviness of home
For the mockingbirds who never studied music
So they copy sound
Sometimes really annoying sound
But they hear the beauty regardless
For the Dumbo Octopus
Who clearly watched too much classic Disney
The beluga whale who can crane its neck
When its sonar song of home is not enough
To know their kids are coming back to them
For the penguins
Who are fine being flightless
Because they’d much rather swim
They didn’t think it was stupid
When they wished they could be different
And she is the ocean
Hips sway like a high tide approaching
Hiding sirens’ secrets
Skeletons in her closet
Lovers who have lost
And drown in her pitch black
She wears the water like a second skin
Smiles like the wind is pressing back her cheeks
She chokes on sea water
Drowns a little
With the hope that this place might feel more like home
Sometimes home is the hardest place to get to
But there’s nothing wrong with going home
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
1
Commander Alien outlines his strategy
for when visiting earth:
*“We should not celebrate Christmas
so we don’t give away our presence”*
2
one alien goes to the cat
and says to it:
“Take me to your litter!”
The other one turns to the gas pump and grunts:
*“It’s really rude of you
to stick your fingers into your ears
When I’m talking to you!”*
3
One alien goes into the shop
and orders his favorite tea items:
Gravi-tea and Mars-mallows
4
One alien goes to wash
in the meteor shower;
while the other comes to find
he’s had a ticket cos he
forgot to pay the parking meteor
5
But not all aliens are dumb though,
as this final tale will show
One alien goes to the pillar box
and tells the post box:
“Take me to your leader”
And the other alien shouts across:
*“Hey, you dumbo –
can’t you see he’s only a child!”*
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 8:23 AM UTC
My dog died a couple of weeks ago,
I guess.
She's sitting in a small box in my mom's room now
with a small statue of a mischievous fox
and a photo of her golden snout
on top.
I didn't go to see her the last
several times I was in town
which means I didn't see her at all
for months before she died.
Maybe that's why
I haven't cried until now;
I don't deserve the consolation of sorrow.
I call her my dog because I was
the youngster that necessitated a dog in 2000,
nothing more.
But Mali was my dog.
I had to google map it to remember
where in Africa, but Mali was a good name:
A trite sound with an unusual source.
In the end it was too appropriate,
An arid name for a sandy dog
that died too weak to get water
and too alone to have it brought to her.
For days.
When we brought her home all drugged and tiny,
with Dumbo ears and lion paws,
I wouldn't leave her side for days,
eating and sleeping next to her on the floor,
until I started feeling down.
My mom told me it was like postpartum.
How stark a contrast between her coming
and her going!
She still looked like a puppy to me
the last time I saw her,
though she moved more slowly.
Whenever I see home again, months from now,
We'll take her ashes to the creek
and avail them of the wind
and the water she loved.
My dog and my Park,
both long neglected,
relegated to that past that
you can cry for but never reinvest in.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
Accepting quantum fuzziness and discreteness,
u-h-d allows the idea of seeing one thing is not the other,
über aber ich weis nicht
focus, this is spiritual, not religious, this is inner-bubble space,
pick a hat, here's a Dumbo feather
… "and called it macaroni."
A line forms an ancient meme, in the Spirit of America,
dancing children singing and waving tri-colors,
performing grammar school maypole pageants
in conjunction with the ashtorothean rites called passion,
feeling earth warm to the dance of our
sowing of the seed, celebrate, the coming of the sun
to the appointed time as time is measured
on the stone that bhers witness to our we formed spirit.
We are walkers along the spiral, twisting this way then
to that once,
you felt me make a point you felt was your tic to on point,
alert,
predictions pile in unverifiable belivable, but easy to believe,
life is good, in terms of essential being, elemental preceptions
glimpse of something super-semantic tic super symmetrick
not having seen hell, from the perspective of the conqueror,
leaves any weapon fit to fight the reality hell forms
unique,
unlike any weapon as yet imagined better, truth as a concept
any mind may form to hold,
from holding nothing, as a thought, then in a word caught
as thought
think this is the trick to quantum being, be
a bit.
See how it does feel to be real, ah, as in Wings of Desire,
I knew I did not suffer through that film in vain.
Anthro-poor-morphed angels imagined as unread messages,
felt where good is the only thing ever
felt real,
as real as any angel's kiss, but just a kind word heard, as thought.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 4:04 PM UTC
A life time of love
Can so easily slip
Beware of greasy palms
In your lover's grip
The jungle is full
Of tar pits traps
Hold on tight
I'll pull you back
Beware of the lions
Tigers and bears
Don't be a snake unaware
Tarzan the great
King of the jungle
On a slippery vine
He'd simply be Dumbo
Sooner or later we all stumble
Unworthily
Selfishness and greed
Such provisions
On this journey
No Traveler needs
...................................
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
I love her...
She loves me too...
I proposed...
She accepted...
I said, "I love you silly,"
She replied, "I love you too dumbo!"
But I swear we didn't cheat.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 6:40 AM UTC
Oh My.... The Blue and White Checkered Board Floor in that house, Memories Flooded me last night. then I awoke screaming a few things, as in my dreams I was on the walkway on my knees just distraught and terrified screaming " it was not my fault, they stole my memories, they didn't believe me and they called me a liar." and was having full on flashbacks and bizarre dreams. coconut shavings in a can that tasted so good, they were like milk. dumbo the elephant, golden trains all on a children's book, and readings, like "broken pre *** short and stout, here is my handle and here my broken spout" a bead girl in the marsh by the house in the dream, the pegboard and the spotless floor blue and white keep clean, asking to go, or as we heard someone in the kitchen working and trying to hold it in. and then, watching as we drove by my grand mothers as I cry thinking, she will never know that it was not her fault and she will not know where to find me as I was doing as I was told by driver. I remembered the taste of pennies in my mouth as my bones would bend, always wishing they would break but they would just bend. and I kept hearing," likely blew with is horn, crying wolf, crying wolf, lil boy blew,blew his silly lil horn and no one would believe all the children were torn." yes, the house with the blue and white checkered floor seems to have triggered finally a few memories and some very intense and did I mention intense dreams. I woke screaming and sweating a few times while sleeping in phoenix'a bed. yeah.I could use ... yeah ... that was ... yeah.. but now I remember, and I tried, and there are parts I targeting talk about on here. yes I see ... too and the girl blue and all the....... wow intense dreams.
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
You are Minnie, I'll be your mickey
We'll give each other hickies
I'll be and act like a Pooh bear
Who loves honey, that's you dear
When you ll feel low like Bolt has lost his speed
I'll cheer you up even if it makes me bleed
Dumbo in the end loved his ears
I'll love you even with flaws and keep you here
I'll be like Aladdin and make you like My chief
I'll take you away like jasmine even if I be a theif
Like Nemo I'll not stop swimming for you
When I lost my breath then I'll stop loving you
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
I told myself I would never do it again
as my body sank into my best friend's bed
"are you okay?"
"yeah, you?"
"yep."
the trip home was silent
and the sedan suddenly turned into an eighteen wheeler,
the rear view mirrors sticking out like Dumbo's ears.
we are in a cartoon.
I am convinced we are in a cartoon
and we are flying
Dumbo could fly, too.
through euclid, and vernon, and lund
we are mute
and we are
happy
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Throwing it out there
Opening another door
Great risk, great reward
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:15 AM UTC
Hey there Elephant,
You're type I surely know.
Didn't have a rough fairytale
Not like lucky Dumbo.
The chain held your foot tight,
And won't ever let you go.
No matter how I scream at you,
The chain broke so long ago.
So we'll both forever walk in circles,
Or quietly rock, to and fro.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
What comes to mind when they say "Disney"?
All the mysteries and Mickey in my epiphany
Aladdin got stuck in the cave and found the lamp
Huey, Dewey and Louie all are out in a camp
When daffy is about to lose control for daisy
Goofy woke up and walked like if its all hazy
Pluto never knows it has a planet on his name
Still it doesn't leave Mickey even being all lame
When Cinderella lost her shoe and ran away
Rapunzel meanwhile got her hair taken away
Timon said "Hakuna Matata it means no worries"
When Simba found Nala, Timon got insecurities
Peter Pan came from Neverland and saw Wendy
Seeing them fly together in childhood was trendy
Hercules got Meg and showed off his muscles with a wink
Hades made her pawn and Hercules found it was a fling
Canine Superstar Bolt thought he was the real deal
When camera stopped rolling,he began to squeal
Pooh with honey and Christopher on journey
Tigger bounces and Owl pretends to be an attorney
A witch with Poisoned apple got her sleeping
On seeing, the dwarfs couldn't stop weeping
Alice got over her fears
Dumbo got used to his ears
All the Kids got mesmerized by the fun
Its Disney, from which you dont wanna run
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Masked back-packing militants descend on DC.
The instigators' antics indicate true agitator's instincts. When the rest buy it, the best... riot ? Putin set the precedent by rootin' for the President. As for the protestors -- are they seeking to serve justice or just the Secret Service? Joined by thousands of patriot motorcyclists, the black-masked boast of hikers may be lost on a host of bikers. Hmmmm... the silent verve of our veteran friends proves that the violent serve wicked ends. The verge of silence may mean a surge of violence.
While snowflakes melt down, the state will clamp down as militants storm town. Eastern sages know: a mean Taoist turned teen Maoist may raise the base rating for race-baiting just to get a rise. Erasing a different face is not the same as facing a different race (and many of these mad Taoists seem a tad Maoist to me...) Opening the trunk, one forgets that elephants remember: when the mob rules, they rob mules. Democratic icons are stubborn things. Until the bandits are punished let's banish the pundits to the hinterlands of fake news.
It's inauguration time, Dumbo.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
8 cops possibly 15 or 16 police officers
1 persona, the 45s scratched and repeating
From the south, no
From Asia, how
Certainly some western flare
Sheeeeeesssshhhhh
16 or 17 officers, why is it repeating,
Repealed, ok. Idk, one single actual law
But several piggy's with lights off
Chortled many brave pedalers
Just down by the shoe store
All of them will fit a persona
Try a pear, chew it and sip on some well water
I will never smoke indoors, not enough space for the frame
But what works, is a story by Dumbo.
That dang chewy elephante.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
EVERYONE WAS SOMEONE ELSE
Neville Chamberlain
gets on at Barking.
Umbrella, stripped trousers
the whole kit and kaboodle
just like the cartoonists
drew him.
Almost expected him to wave
that piece of paper and declare
"Peace in our time!"
But he only snapped open
The Times
with Trump trumpeting
some more inane lies
like a Dumbo
on acid.
At the next stop
the Chamberlain look-alike
got off and
an entity like something
Beardsley would have drawn
got on...yawn...fell asleep.
A girl at the end of the carriage
looked like she had just stepped out
of an Edward Hopper .
People kept assuming
the likenesses of others
no one was
themselves.
Here was a real dead ringer for
Meatloaf.
There the Mona Lisa
in a micro-mini and
still wearing the same
elusive smile.
Me too
even I
had awoken this morning
a badly drawn boy
feeling like nothing but
a bunch of scribbles..
I stayed on to the end of the line...
not wanting to get off
just going nowhere.
The next stop
the American elections!
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Your crooked smile the flower behind
Dumbo ears reflections of light
onto the boldness of your distinctive
gargantuan head, baby looks
one wouldn’t expect, from an imposing
gentle giant like yourself.
Your invitation to stay when everyone
leaves, closing hour, tipsy people ******
into night streets as you turn the key
lock the door behind them. Pub shut.
Bringing bamboo sofas together
improvised imperial king-size beds,
innocent projection In The Mood
For Love on white sheets pined
to the wall, soundtrack to your echoing
heartbeat as I approach, lay my head
on your chest teasing fingers twirling
the soft curly hair surrounding
******* pretending to follow the plot
suffocating the sound of my deepening
breaths, when resistance loses purpose
and I submit to your hypnotic lips,
hands scoping each other’s worlds
as we unveil slithering tips on soft skins,
yours and mine akin, though you are strong
and I am delicate, movement symbiosis
orchestrated by Umebayashi, a two-piece
jigsaw made of flesh, meticulously moulded
to fit, once forever no space left between
as we fill the voids with steamy exhales
overwhelmed by your power I struggle
to prevent, reason commanding vocal chords
to emit the sound demanding cease, ‘Stop’,
whilst my kernel essentially pleads not to,
an internal duel I refuse to attend, biting
my lip holding you tight protracting time
not to end as I fall, madly into you
and mistakenly confuse your body with mine,
unable to define where you finish
and I begin.
Although you died since,
on occasions I recall.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.
I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET, EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.
I WANT TO RIDE ON DUMBO, CLIMB IN ROBINSON'S TREE.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE ME.
IF I MUST SPEND MY HOLIDAY IN THE MOUNTAINS, PLEASE MAKE IT SPACE OR SPLASH.
I'LL HOLD MY ARMS ABOVE MY HEAD, AND SMILE FOR THE CAMERAS FLASH.
I'LL SEARCH FOR HIDDEN MICKEY'S WHILE I STAND IN LINE.
OH' WHEN IS THE THREE O'CLOCK PARADE, I MUST BE THERE ON TIME.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.
I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.
I WANT TO RIDE IN A TEACUP, DID THOSE PIRATE'S GET THAT KEY?
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE TAKE ME!
IF I GO ON A CRUISE, IN THE FRIENDLY JUNGLE, LET IT BE,
AND LATER HAVE A PALE GREEN GHOST, SITTING NEXT TO ME.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS WITH THE PRESIDENTS IN THEIR HALL,
AND MY FAVORITE FRIENDS, MICKEY, GOOFY, DONALD, AND THEM ALL.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.
I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.
I WANT TO RIDE A SPORTS CAR, LISTEN TO A STORM IN THE OLD TIKI.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR, WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE PLEASE TAKE ME!!
IF NO ONE WILL TAKE ME, I'LL HIDE IN SANTA'S SLEIGH.
HE'S ALWAYS IN THE CHRISTMAS PARADE, SO HE MUST BE ON HIS WAY.
I KNOW I WILL GET THERE, IF I HAVE TO RUN, WALK, OR CRAWL.
I WILL PROVE TO EVERYONE, IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE THIS YEAR.
I WANT TO STROLL DOWN MAIN STREET EATING A CHOCOLATE EAR.
OH' PLEASE MOM AND DAD, WHAT'S GRAMMA'S AND GRAMPA'S NUMBER, MAYBE UNCLE DONNIE'S, OR AUNT KATHY'S.
I WANT TO SPEND CHRISTMAS AT MICKEY'S HOUSE WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, TAKE ME!!!
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 11:36 AM UTC
Life so messy,
******* me off,
Kicking me down;
Wanna fall far.
Advice in all sense---
ASSSSSHHHHHH!
Making me sick.
Pluck my veins:
Let me go---
And feel the verge of hell.
''Curse my soul
Grave my heart'
But not dies my vains,
It gonna crowd me---
The dumbo, who wanna fall far.
If life is struggle, accept it
If life is sorrow, overcome it
Life is life, fight for it...
Life is not lyse
So live it sane......
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 1:55 AM UTC
Oh, come on, now
I am old, not gung-ho,
My limits at my door;
Stop sniveling, dumbo.
Can't look out for you
Tho' I'd commit anew
Every single day
That crosses my way
Can't keep it all turning gray
But, for you, yet I pray.
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC
Sorry for the delay. I was busy.
I'm still alone. U?
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zealotry yawping within un
pretentious sporty, quirky,
oddly, manly, kooky, impisly, gummy,
edgy, dorky, cocky, belly airs
to disseminate, a quick
literary flourishing brushstroke
no on nest to dog lie 'n, tie gears
(tigers) boot this chap bears,
who copped, dropped,
plopped out of college devoid of any careers,
and wandered the globe after
searching classifieds for reign leaderless deers,
this buck rogers wannabe could be doe ting,
and assist sleigh get off the ground
on account of his Dumbo ears,
despite abomination, hesitation, and trepidation
to push comfort zone and exposure therapy skyward
in order to over nervousness about being in high places
plus countless other fears,
and an extreme intervention measure considered,
would be brain transplanat with that of another,
whose mental cogs and gears
and a canine like audibility acute as a hares
means to sprint at light speed if senses
being caught in the cross hairs of a gun barrel,
whose fate doomed demise almost insnares,
yet PETA type person would loathe any jeers
if any animal alluded to characterized
heading toward harm
and in reality, this heir,
who favors knitwears
with pink frilly (“I HATE BOYS”) *******
would put his measly life on the line,
cuz aye believe every creature own right to live,
whether they dwell in **** trees or underground lairs,
oh..., or kept in stable condition
of ca horse hi mean mares,
a barn strewn with hay during the day
to fend off pitch black ominous sounds
Equus ferus caballus (Hardy
as a mountain Laurel),
but quite susceptible to nightmares
thus some veteranarians strongly suggest
cloth eye elastic lined ocular shades,
but please make sure Mister Ed,
or his ilk doth newt overhears.
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addy ewe - matthew scott harris
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 12:40 AM UTC