"noggins" poems
I moved a few years ago
To the upper state of Vermont
Although the place is beautiful
At times it can be one great big yawn
That's when we put our heads together
Me and my best friend Shawn
And came up with the great idea
To start a Hippie Farm
Our noggins were a knocking
Not sure how this could be done
Do Hippies come from packs of seeds
Or like flowers, in a bunch
And can you start them off by grafting
Like they do on Apple Farms
Where you get rows and rows of Hippies
From just a single one
That's when Shawn remembered this mail order magazine
That we took out and took a look inside
It came with an assortment of Hippies
From Raw to Roasted to Highly Deep Fried
So we sat and weighed all of our options
And ordered a bushel of Hippies alive
Then we set out cultivating the fields
Till the day our Hippies arrived
The package arrived a few days later
In an old beat up VW Bus
With psychedelic smoke pouring from the windows
Pretty sure they all came buzzed
Of course Hippies don't come with instructions
Only bell bottom jeans and old Jefferson Airplane tapes
Can't tell you how many Hippies we went through
Before we learned from our mistakes
Like don't plant a Hippie face first in the dirt
They need a bit of air to breath
And they don't like to be over watered
Just dust them off when you feel the need
Now that the farm is up and running
We seem to have come into our own
We've even come up with a way of branding
Some of the Hippies that we've grown
We started selling them in flavors
Like Ben and Jerry's down the street
From our Abbie Hoffman Radical Cherry
To our Hendrix Hazy Purple Berry Treat
But it's our Groovy Rainbow Roundup Hippie
Whose sales have never let us down
In fact I'd put that Hippie up against
Anybody else's Hippie in town
I've never been much of one to brag
But we're known on the East coast, up and down
We've had people as far away as Florida
Come and buy our Hippies by the pound
So next time your up in Vermont
Stop in and take a tour and watch us grow
Don't forget to stop by our gift shop
And purchase your very own Hippie to take home
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
we leave by passing through.
by outlasting
roots.
by grooming deep runes
like arabian
horses....
mountainous [ pontoons ]
spine crack
liqueur
of soft doom
and true Orchids...
the ******** aftermath of covenants
at half mast
a limp flag of jolly rogers
pettifogging
dull noggins.
we pass through, phantom roosters
ante-Bantam
in the Bedlam....
Conscience
Chauntecleer
as
Opaque.
our blood has new boots
and now our hearts
can Mussolini
{ you strangle The Headless Horseman; as i lust for your Ichabod }
no cranes.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
discussing with friends they,re eclectic noggins bobble suddenly
slowly quick the wagging of tongues juxtaposed to startled teeth
in rhythmic ques they pour daft prophecies in hideous giggling
we talk and amble amiably on every topic odoring and tepid shifting
slickly
it's easy and the sun frails and we joust winking verbs and nouns and and
or we entertain electric chaos screens bulging distended growls of death
or cinema or. outside it's raining, beautificly a synonym for damp patterring
of a 1,ousand tiny feet and plopping uncertainly violent puddles staggering
and the iron weight bears heavy on the hills dimpling the hips of earth
or we are static for a few and hours we make goodbyes and promises
of recurrence we,ll never keeps the night our tired bodies as we make
to the cold metal leather bucket seats and outside it's muttering rainfully beauty...
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC
When asked to define a bahonkus
Noggins were scratched all about us.
15 before eight
with hungers to sate
Look: Twitterpates on a plate
Dang they're long ones!
Lawd how do we learn
the best way to burn
all these habits and nasty dry spells?
Sometimes it's the ****
from that funny gray bird
'mindin' us He's the Giver
oh well.
See that's the way the mop flops.
Yeah well ain't that some chit.
Every day has a curse and a blessing.
We be hopin' for Grace
to save us some face
and avoid seein' what we be missing.
I don't have a dog in that there **** race.
See, the pigs flew out to start bombin'.
So the dogs chased their tails
while the pigs shat the mail
makin' up for the pork they were chompin'.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
I'm a bad kid
Forget the fact my life's been tragic
Just slap on your labels
And please get back to your madness
Your majesty
I see your money makes you better than me
This sweaters the only thing that stoppin the freeze
Hey mr policeman
Planning on locking me up
For this nug I got up under my nuts
I'm finna BUST
upon your forehead, therefor
We'd be even
You got 5 years of my life
I got you covered in *****
(IT'S SO STUPID)
Base your movements off of what the group did
See the fate of chickens
But ya still wanna be cooped in?
Dumb ***** howling, sou proud of their foolishness
Shroud, the be forced to bow down by their stupid wit
Your branded
What about your individuality?
You're gonna let it perish
Over gucci & some louis v's?
The only Louie I like, is some C.K.
Ying-Yang
Spark a bit of laughter from the sea of pain
I see your pain, I wanna help,
But you just gotta learn yourself
A books only as good as all the time it's spent up off the shelf
This is some self help ****
Swell with it
Only you can close the gates of hell with
x2
Action, Action,
They saying i'm a bad kid...
My reaction?
We never had no interaction!
You're plastic.
Never spent a minute in the kitchen
Basing everything you think of off of fashion.
MADNESS.
Picking apart
Pieces of matter that matter
For they are a piece of the heart
Peace of the heart
Only get madder and madder
If you do not know who you are
Find yourself
FInd yourself in pain,
Find yourself in hurt,
Remind yourself to smile while your spirit is still part of this world
Physically
Cuz I been hella lazy
**** this sloppy body
Tryna stop me rockin your noggins
Like I was cocky rocky
Need a montage
Need a dollar
Need a drake verse
WAIT..
You're tellin me all I need to do is the **** work??
x2
Action, Action,
They saying i'm a bad kid...
My reaction?
We never had no interaction!
You're plastic.
Never spent a minute in the kitchen
Basing everything you think of off of fashion.
MADNESS.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Crotchety old men reading year-old,
Newspapers and drinking year-old milk,
Suddenly assailed me for some frothy beer;
Jeering I jest that they don't look their best,
Wearing polka dot vests with feathered *******
(Get those naughty thoughts out your noggins)
Speaking of noggin, I was jogging
With a porch light up Johnson's Hill,
And a dog dug a jig from a neon sign,
That had velvet written on it,
From a German gnome,
Born from a dwarf!
What a lucky find!
I'll index it next to the index finger,
But first I'll clean it with Windex.
Sleep? Sle3p? Sl33p?
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
“...in good measure--”
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCLXVII)
I’m thirsty sans aught to, as twere, avail.
You turn the page now back and forth, a sense
Of all we tasted hours ‘go waltzing hence
As twould but trip now off my tongue in pale
Excuse, just begging for a voice as frail
Half silence chews its fingers for intents,
And you just make a small noise, like from thence
We know, yet feign an ignrance in betrayl.
Okay, the sigh’s collective as we stir
Our noggins oer that prompt of water—to
Leave off as time is called. And you? My poor
Thought vanquished, we all burst out laughing through
Your lines. Will tears be salty water we’re
Left to ‘non drink because of “I love you.”?
02Oct17b
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
i am a light sleeper
who wakes before my alarm
but i have my own personal Witching Hour
a gape
when I am utterly unguarded
and vulnerable to serpent enemies
it's then that they broach and whisper me suggestion
it's then that i whimper like an abused and receptive whelp
then that i devolve into a manipulatable child of therapy
it's then that weights are stacked upon my chest
and my breaths become short pinned and pained
even with my wife and child to my side
they patiently poison me with measured pipette drops
run them down a string like spittle
bitter mushroom down the back of my throat
and dreams warp toxic like cellophane near a fire
and what visions !
warrens of vivid insecurities as loved ones
strip their gloves and get to work ripping out the pegs
with twisted mocks tocking noggins
and flails of humiliation oiling apart
the mechanism of my meaning
they look at their watches time is up
they leave with their instruments
make idle chit-chat on their way out
lock the front door with the spare key
and place the key back under the mat
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
My hope is one day
I see life the way
My friend Ben the Poet sees life
From the edge of extreme
To all points in between
Taking us and his mind for a ride
Whether in a bubbly boat
Carved out of hand soap
On the high seas of a tile laden floor
Or chasing butterflies
As they flip, flutter, and fly
Knocking at his noggins door
I am always amazed
More than mere words could convey
As his imagination takes us for a spin
Which direction it flows
Not even the mind of Ben knows
As the wind whispers, take hold of his hand
Towing insanity's line
Like that of Ben's Frankenstein
Fresh off the shelf, Abby Normal...don't you know it
Setting all his thoughts free
Every time his mind blinks
Little wonder that Ben is a Poet
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
Come on, guys. Use your noggins.
Don't think you could never be at fault
For inappropriate ****** behavior,
Such as committing ****** assault.
Don't let your status go to your head.
Not everyone is on the same quest with you.
Don't let your power make you think
That everybody else is obsessed with you.
For one thing, keep your clothes on until
You are 100 percent aware
That the other person you are with
Is interested in seeing you bare.
And never at the workplace, of course,
Or in the office or at work functions.
And never if either one is married!
How could you do it and not have compunctions?
Do not let delusions of grandeur
Make others have to look askance.
What it boils down to is this:
Keep your peter inside your pants!
Now if you are absolutely sure
That someone else wants to see it--
At the appropriate place, of course--
Only then can you unzip and free it.
Don't give coworkers creepy *** toys.
That sounds super gross and perverse.
But then telling them how to use them?
No, no, that's even worse!
Suggestive language, forced kisses,
Grabbing them by the private parts…
That's where respectful behavior stops
And inappropriate behavior starts.
Do not make unwanted advances
And fire someone who doesn't respond.
Don't think you're an accomplished magician
Who makes things happen by waving his wand.
Stop this ****** assault and harassment;
Develop respect for others and stay with it.
Lascivious conduct is tasteless and wrong.
(Only the president can get away with it.)
-by Bob B (12-1-17)
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
I can't help but wonder
When toddlers trip and blunder
How we managed to ever survive
In their noggins the make
Of the brave Sir Francis Drake
The rest, accidental suicide.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 9:00 PM UTC