"nosey" poems
who lit the candles
placed so eloquently
behind purple rock?
that sculpted radiance
and chapel grace
wound in a chosen
defined way
down the spiral
stone stairs
street cars dawdle
alongside
the packer slew
biding merchants
shuffle their wares
as the front man
and pock face
sing their sullen
holy blues
cut jazz echoes
over the accompanying
gabble and drone
incense and haze
pour from
a lower trap door
sack fish, truffles
and splendid crafts shine
inside the stained glass fronts
a wide mouth snapper
with a bloated tongue
greets the
morning tide
(not camera shy
in the least!)
the fish traps
and beaneries
bring life
to the flourishing causeway
hula hoops
and circle ballers
join the
cobaine stage
favoured rogues
and mac jacks
speak easy
of the big daddy
beth’s triple by pass
taking firm hold on
tricky ****
and the nutcracker
maze ways,
taggers and
lost tunnels
of cu chi
strike a
nerving blow
a poised finger man
belts out his tune
(with a sniff sock
and iterating glare)
his nosey neighbors
cut artisan bread
(with a white wine
and jelly spread)
midwives push forward
for an afternoon
toddle and stroll
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
Nosey people annoy me
Pompous people bore me,
Pretentious people irritate me
Whilst drunk people irrigate me.
Opinionated people grate me,
Cheating people forsake me.
Sly people irk me
Lazy people shirk me.
Judgemental people cast me,
Bigoted people blast me.
Most people avoid me!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Sometimes I whisper my secrets to the ceiling.
Only when the lights are off,
And the fan is spinning.
The fan is very nosey.
I think he is a German spy.
Or maybe I'm the German spy,
And that's what my secrets are all about.
No one will ever know.
Except,
Of course,
For the ceiling.
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
(for John and Teckla Clark)
Ours yet not ours, being set apart
As a shrine to friendship,
Empty and silent most of the year,
This room awaits from you
What you alone, as visitor, can bring,
A weekend of personal life.
In a house backed by orderly woods,
Facing a tractored sugar-beet country,
Your working hosts engaged to their stint,
You are unlike to encounter
Dragons or romance: were drama a craving,
You would not have come.
Books we do have for almost any
Literate mood, and notepaper, envelopes,
For a writing one (to "borrow" stamps
Is the mark of ill-breeding):
Between lunch and tea, perhaps a drive;
After dinner, music or gossip.
Should you have troubles (pets will die
Lovers are always behaving badly)
And confession helps, we will hear it,
Examine and give our counsel:
If to mention them hurts too much,
We shall not be nosey.
Easy at first, the language of friendship
Is, as we soon discover,
Very difficult to speak well, a tongue
With no cognates, no resemblance
To the galimatias of nursery and bedroom,
Court rhyme or shepherd's prose,
And, unless spoken often, soon goes rusty.
Distance and duties divide us,
But absence will not seem an evil
If it make our re-meeting
A real occasion. Come when you can:
Your room will be ready.
In Tum-Tum's reign a tin of biscuits
On the bedside table provided
For nocturnal munching. Now weapons have changed,
And the fashion of appetites:
There, for sunbathers who count their calories,
A bottle of mineral water.
Felicissima notte! May you fall at once
Into a cordial dream, assured
That whoever slept in this bed before
Was also someone we like,
That within the circle of our affection
Also you have no double.
4k
Nima showed me
her aunt's apartment
in London. Posh place,
up market. She had
her own key to get in,
and once we entered,
she closed the door
behind us and leaned
against it like one having
found the Promised Land.
So what do you think?
She asked. Lovely place.
Does she live here alone?
No, she has a daughter;
moody ***** has her
own crowd, sort of in-lot.
We wandered around,
room to room and stood
at last in the kitchen.
Coffee? Tea? She asked.
Tea, please, two sugars,
little milk, I replied.
Take a seat in the lounge,
I'll bring it through.
I went in the lounge;
posh place, a settee
of white soft material,
chairs brown, aged,
but antique and fragile
looking. There were
paintings on the walls,
water colours, rural,
country scenes, horses,
fox hunts, red coated
hunters, hedges, trees.
There was a large table,
armchairs, lovely carpet,
and a lampshade in one
corner. Nima came in
carrying a tray with two
cups in saucers, spoons,
sugar bowl, jug of milk.
She put it down on a small
coffee table by the settee.
She sat down next to me
and kissed my cheek.
At last,she said, just us,
alone, no nosey parkers,
no nurses or medical
quacks to interfere or
spoil our fun or lives.
I sat gazing around
the room. You been
here before? Of course,
as a child I often came
and stayed if my parents
were too busy with their
careers or away on the
matters medical. I smelt
her perfume, sensed her
thigh touch mine, soft,
moving against mine.
Why were you sectioned?
I asked, looking at her.
Drugs and a sudden mental
breakdown and attempts
on my life by me, she said.
I see, I said, studying her
closer, each aspect of her
features. Forget that, she
said, lets drink up our drinks
and get to bed and have ***
Whose bed? The spare, not
Aunt's, she said, smiling.
Is it a single or double bed?
Double with silk sheets, so
watch out you don't slip out
of bed while having it away.
We drank our drinks quickly,
then she showed me the bath
and the toilet and the bedroom.
What if your aunt returns?
She's in Ireland with her moody
daughter, won't be back until
Monday week, Nima said.
First a bath together, then
hot ***** *** in bed, she said.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
"The elephant seal is an unsightly creature.
I heard it today on TV
Then a special on smart and wonderful dolphins
Who never would wish to be me"
"All this rubbery ******* I use for a face
That my mother just says she adores
Is a hideous masking of elephantine proportions
That nobody else could afford"
You're not ugly, oh dear elephant seal!
You are mountains more graceful than that
Don't ever wish you were a rabbit
A turtle, a dog, or a curious cat
So a parrot can talk,
But it gets him in trouble
And a hamster is cuddly
But untidy--makes his home in the rubble
Sure, you haven't got fur
but you haven't got mange!
You're spick-and-span as your ocean
Your sea home-on-the-range
And your nose is real big
But you've never been nosey
You are much too polite
To make others un-cozy
I have watched you go swimming
You're majestic as waves
And you love to explore
All the watery caves
You have beautiful eyes
And I think you're just swell
Look, someday, you'll be happy
You'll be so proud as well
"Well I guess I am funny
I like to make friends
I've gotten good at catching squids
And other popular trends"
See--that's just the spirit!
You're as magnificent as any
But what makes you so great?
You're more humble than many
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
Phone rings, only breathing
Landlord yelling, dog barking,
Mexican music, nosey neighbors
Long cigarette and goodbye girl
She’s absent and she’s catatonic
She’s boiling in unwanted fever
She hums as she irons unplugged
She hums as she cleans up the blood
She’s levitating against her will
She’s nailing the door shut with a candle
She’s rolling him up in a carpet
Yeah, your high horse and your sports
Are just heavy metaphors
For something a lot sweatier
****** Made Her Menstrual
You supplied the weapons
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
Poor old Clarence Posey
His neighbors are so nosey.
They peek in through
His windows and
They catch him wearing hosie.
They don’t come in
They just stay out
They stay judgmental;
They scoff and pout.
They have no pleasant
Words to say.
They run through all
Synonyms of gay.
Pity Clarence Posey
His neighbors are too nosey.
No matter which
Fabric he likes to wear
They dislike what he chosie.
It isn’t like
They dress themselves
Some way that could
Be seen as flattering.
They’ve guts and butts
Like barnyard stock.
To see them naked
Would be a shock.
Poor old Clarence Posey
His neighbors are all nosey.
They’re nothing but
Awful aunties
That catch him wearing *******
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
It was still there
the old outhouse
on the edge
of the woods,
he saw, making
his way around it,
his eyes scanning
each part, each
memory soaked
into the wood
grown old.
He opened the door
and peered in.
The smell faded
through lack of use.
Cobwebs still hung there,
spiders raced
across the ground.
No other sound.
Memories stirred.
He and she had ***
here once; door locked
against the world,
against the nosey neighbours,
her parents, the night wind
and bright moon’s glow.
He can smell her scent still,
that smell she had,
fresh apples and hay.
He walked about
the small space,
his footsteps moved
over where once they lay.
Not planned, out of the passion
of that meeting, kissing
and holding, young flesh
stirred and the need
to be satisfied.
He leaned down
and put his fingers
across the ground,
rubbed where once
her buttocks rested,
her legs wide, her eyes
in shade of the semi dark,
her body captured
his juices in the passion’s tide.
Long since gone
she to some other place
that one night of ***
ingrained in his mind
and on the ground
and outhouse walls of wood.
He’d love to see her
here again and **** her
once more if he could.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Will Rogers used to say he never met a man he didn’t like.
I admire people like him.
But I’m not one of them.
I meet people I don’t like every day.
It just happens.
Little Grudges, my friend Sal used to say.
“You have a lot of little grudges.”
My neighbor for example, banging the trash can lids
Outside my window
Two in the morning
Not that it woke me up
But I get up to look
Peek down there
Naturally nosey person that I am
And he’s pushing pushing
What in hell is he pushing at that hour?
So, Will Rogers I am not.
I probably wouldn’t have liked him either.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
Light this up real quick lighter
****** hear Sage and they go insane
Who's to blame
Lonely soul just a name you can't detain this brain
Scandalous
Triple six what the **** is sane?
Seeing kittens without the ******* haze
Stroke game long and fast that's Usain
Can't hear you over your girls moans, what the **** you saying?
Super lubin
Leaving all you spoofs
Stupid ****** leave me drooling on the stool
So above to even fall for these hoes cause they come and go like my sadness that makes me feel like a ghost
Too legit to even roast on my foes
Thoughts of overdose
But I can't die cause I am the Goat
Dismiss the dope
Very cynical
Self heal without the clinical
I've been there
I wish it was that easy but it was too difficult
Get it from the back and yo girl in fear
Always teased for being weird
Changing routes like I'm swerving the steer
Off some xanax and all the *** isn't pleasing my emotion to disappear into what's really real
That's death and thats what make you ****** squeal
Ruthless, heart of steel
All I see is snakes when I walk the halls
Down to ball
Never for a ***** money and nothing else
Helps me dwell
Living well trapped in this mental cell
214 ***** where I learned to be myself
Live to excel and to focus on my wealth
Dumb ****** live to flaunt what they cant even cop
Your girl pop lock and drop on this 7inch ****
Dumb ****** get socked up in this world like if their throats clogged
****** sour lime
These acts so undefined
Yo girl kinda fine my girl a ******* dime
The truth I'll help you find
In time we'll be divine and our hearts won't divide
I swear these ******* flinch when I leave em cause the sticky getting to the *******
Up on a podium on some potent
I told myself I'd quit cause I'm just a student
Bish yo man got them moobies
Bish I'm on yo girls mental movies
Bish we smokin some doubies
Bish we making moves
Bish keep up with the groove
Bish yo girl got them cooties
Bish you acting pretty goofy
***** not into materialism but this **** is Gucci
Bish we trip on some lucy
Takes me a minute to make yo girl juicy
Nosey ****** boogie
Bish I'm genius but I'm still pretty gloomy
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
i
there does seem to be a lot of nosey parkers
things can rapidly become darker
a momentum of their own
soon,again,be traipsing across broad
fields of fresh bone..intellectuals are
usually the first to go the written word
suspect decadent art the smooth hand
and on till we are all looking over our
collective shoulder..work worshipped
lord what we believe in the name of
collective security and a bigger better
future..!?
ii
the goldfish in our park pond however
seem very happy together
they patiently wait their turn
and take a small bite as required..
they know they are many small smaller
all the various colours and the big ones
but there is the sun and there is suffice
they will circle love and say ola..
*
inspired by executing society
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Who are you truly, behind closed doors?
Do you respect all that is theirs and yours?
Do you smile at yourself like you do on the streets?
Or is that just a cover for your sorrowful heartbeats?
Are you reluctant to doing all that you scorn others for?
Or are you just a ***** hypocrite and nothing more?
Do you truly care about the answers to these questions?
Or are you just nosey without a spine or suggestions?
So many questions but too little answers,
the verdict will **** us all like cancers.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 10:44 PM UTC
There a few things I need to say, and this isn't a poem. its more of a letter or a ***** out. I have seen the crap you post. I don't get u *** u act like u were some innocent victim. Im some horrible lying **** who broke ur heart. *** Let me say my dear boy that I have loved u from day one and I still do. ur the one whos got this anti -me thing going for no reason *** ur afraid of letting your true feelings be felt and delt with. I may have said a fib or two when we spoke online the first time but at least everythg I said then wasn't a complete lie unlike others...... I don't hold that against you. I don't bring that up to you and talk **** about it. You seem to think that just because I didn't ever say I loved you that I didn't... it was so hard for me not to say it or to try and not feel it *** of her sitting in your bed each nite. that's why I didn't ask you stuff *** I didn't want to seem like I was being all nosey and being all in your business. you didn't ever say so I didn't ask. I figured if you wanted to tell me you would. I didn't want you to think I was trying to know your all of ur personal **** I tried so hard to not have feelings for u and I thought I did a good job but that too was a joke. I have never felt like I do about u. it ***** that we don't talk like we used to and really ***** that we don't see each other....I miss u so fuckn bad. I still cry over u *** u were my perfext match. you are strong where I am weak and vise versa. Ur really great in the areas I need help in and I can help in the ones ur not in. I still want you to read to me. I still remember the things u said to me the first times we used to talk. the time where I fell in total love with u. I pains me to see some of the stuff u say on there. I didn't mean to not ask things or seem interested in you or act like I didn't want you to come over....I did that *** I wanted to see if u really wanted to come over.. um...all I wanted was to be with u from the beginning and I still do but I don't think u will *** your trying your hardest to forget me. I guess im not one to stand out and keep one wanting ......I wish I could erase all ive found out since oct 1st *** it makes it even harder to get over u....I don't want to but its really stupid to keep trying if you have made urself believe that u hate me or convinced yur self u do. I will write more if I remember but I have to go to bed now and I hope u sleep too... It just upsets me that I meant nothing like the others and that uve made urself hate me.....when I cant stop loving u.....this *****
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
slowly slowly
oh so slowly
i like the way that you approached me
nosey nosey
they're all so nosey
you would like to know
yeah if only
good time
bad time
happy i had mine
nothing hurts more than anything thats the last time
good time
bad time
laugh time
sad time
nothing hurts more
but im happy i've had mine
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Anny Horowitz
pressed her nose
against the glass
window pane
of Nero’s coffee bar
where you sat drinking
coke in ice in a glass
her ghostly
blue eyes
peered at you
a smile lingered
her small hands
were palm flat
on the pane
so that her lifeline
and headline were visible
where she pressed
you beckoned
with a nod
of your head
for her to come in
and she came in
and sat in the seat
beside you
her phantom
1940s clothes
seemed neat and clean
and her blonde hair
was ribboned
and looked fresh washed
Anny’s hand touched
the back of your chair
her eyes searched
about her
the fingers
of her other hand
toyed
with an empty glass
on the small
round table
she talked
in her soft voice
and asked about
the drink in the glass
and you told her
and she smiled
and was fascinated
by the bubbles rising
around the ice cubes
a couple came in
and a took a seat nearby
he went off
to order drinks
and she sat
and looked at you
then away again
not seeing Anny
sitting there
Mozart music
playing
in the background
Anny sat listening
her head
swaying slowly
to the music
she said
she remembered
the music
her feet
in black shoes
swung back and forth
under the chair
she said
at Auschwitz
they played music
but it made her sad
to remember
you took out
your mobile phone
and spoke into it
did they play Wagner
at Auschwitz?
you asked
she said she thought so
the woman nearby
looked at you
wondering who
you were talking to
then looked away
what is that?
Anny asked
my mobile phone
you said
phone?
she said
it’s like the telephones
in telephone boxes
years ago
but smaller
and you can go around
with them
in your hand
Anny nodded
but the woman frowned
giving you a stare
you sipped your coke
nice and cold
refreshing
against heat
coming through
the coffee bar window
Anny gazed
at the woman
then put out
her hand
and touched yours
and it was cool
and soft like silk
as if a breeze
had blown
against your skin
you gazed
at her ribboned hair
her blue eyes
then she faded
and was gone
just the nosey woman
giving you a stare
not knowing
your little Jewish friend
had come and gone
and was no longer there.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC
looking into her eyes
i could tell it told a stroy
a rare thing
told me everything she was afraid of
that look on her face told it all
but most importantly
the one thing i remember as clear as crystal
those blue eyes that drowed my sorrows away and made me think of something
someone
other than myself for once
they told me id never understand
little did she understand ive been through the same she'd been trough
fought the same battles
lingered apon the same questions and wondered the same thoughts
pictured the same scenerios in my head that we wanted to happen
and even thought about things the same way
it was perfect
i knew her just as well as she knew me
from just her eyes i could see the bittter past she wasnt willing to share
and the eager future she was excited about continuing
but loosing hope because everyone had shot down her dreams
fearless but had the courage that someday shed let all of the bad thoughts go
shed get rid of the deomns for good
she win the game of life
she knew she had it in her
the resononing behind becoming a better person for herself
felt good because she knew it wasnt for anybody else
although looking into her eyes i saw
hatred
jealousy
betrayl
traits i noticed
things id been familiar with and i just wanted to tell her weveall been there
to not trust every single person you meet
to take off that elecrtic smile that brightened up the room
to not open up so easily to those who were being nosey and desperate to break into the source of someone elses problems to cast away the shawdows of theirs for just a
moment
to not run off with the boy who had the pretty smile and differet personality because he ends up being the same guy as the rest
to tell her to turn around and notice the nice guy
the guy who cared about her all along who would do anything for her
protect her and fight for her no matter what
but no matter what she wouldnt listen
she wanted the bad guy
figured he knew a way to make the
pain go away
and indeed he did
which made more pain present in those eyes that were once as blue as the ocean
turn as black as the sky on a night there are no stars to look opon
i wanted to tell her all the things growing up i wish i knew
looking into her eyes i saw that reflection staring back at me and telling myself
"im that little girl that once was you"
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 8:16 PM UTC
This is not my home,
I feel like I have come here
from somewhere else,
from a place beyond
anything we know.
I can feel the eyes of others
staring,
watching me,
watching my moves
as I go about
my own business.
It's kind of creepy,
the prying &
unwarranted stares.
Who are these people
& where do they come from?
This is not my home,
I am not from here
& they know it,
the nosey ones who stare,
who stare
& mind not
their own business.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
The sirens,
They always make it seem worse,
But not this time!
Relief was felt in the house,
They knew,
Reality kicked in,
She wasn't walking away from this one!
That eerie silence,
The calm before the storm,
Then,
Panic, tubes, masks,
Certainly not the norm,
Nosey neighbours,
Sandwiches,
Condolensces exchanged,
The prying looks,
The stuff she took,
The pity about her age,
Saddened mingled anger at her actions,
Neglection of left over siblings,
Endless feelings of blame, and guilt,
The stupid, senseless ramblings,
But letting go, in just a while,
She'll leave this house for ever,
Her self destruction, struck a blow..
(c) eileen mcgreevy 2009
Nov 20, 2009
Nov 20, 2009 at 5:15 AM UTC
What if she was caught drinking and then the nosey nellies would be thinking again
of just how ****** up She could be and how they have something fun to spin
the Doctors of Spin
the Ladies of Sin they call us when we get all liquored up and forget about our children in the pickup truck
the cursed reality of boredom and monotony
the drowning days of diapers rotting in the corner of the bedroom...while She visits with "friends" in the hall
Take a drag
Turn into a hag
Get so mad cause the nosey nellies just don't understand how messed up your "life" is
and how much you hate
yours,
your friends
and
your family's
Cause none of them really care...they just love to stare and spin there tales of woe
Pointless woe
Turn into a ***
and next year it will be more of the same to start at the beginning again.
She won't remember what she promised or what she lied about
She might remember what you cried about
It will be ok though cause in 10 years, that kid will be out the door
Peddling the hash
Stealing people's stash
and one day it may come....he turns into a man
while his momma is just too numb.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
Amazon heats her burning waste,
she’s tickling time with paint squint eyes.
With a sinkhole grip of uncertain hold;
she just babble talk babble, babble just blah,
blah and blab.
She dropped the room flat cold -
down so down.
Stole the show, priced the surprise;
little to show and much too nosey,
mind your business, it’s all go go.
2010 Barry Comer
Jul 3, 2010
Jul 3, 2010 at 4:15 PM UTC
sometimes it's like a movie
too uncomfortable for tv
too important for dvd
the whole thing opens with me screaming in the middle of a field
grass slicing my knees
dirt flooding my fingernails
i am the only thing in turmoil
the trees dance in the distance to a tune i am unable to hear
the wheat looks away in respect
while the mosquitoes become nosey and unable to mind their own business
and somehow i am reminded of when i was young and could sit in the silence for hours
confined in a house with a ticking clock
it's sharp arms slicing into my spine
reminding me that everything ends
the trees will forever dance
and that the wheat will always look away
Apr 13, 2023
Apr 13, 2023 at 1:04 PM UTC