"peppy" poems
bubble gum died Sunday of strokes at his home ,
The pink bubble gum ...
had a tiny comic strip
Little children wanted to read the comic.
in an adulterous liaison
and is born homely and with green skin.
under the hawkish gaze
in retro pastel uncool-they’re-cool-again cans,
a big splash with a peppy
emoji-like smiles on the side and some polka dots
oh oh oh oh oh oh thus liked
consumers should felt free
... to be relentlessly
Has almost no bite.” “Full-bodied.
This tastes like a Twizzler...
“Sharper bubble feel.”
acrolein, acrylamide, acrylonitrile,
crotonaldehyde and propylene,
flavorturned into a huge mess like 'unicorn poop'
and bubble gum."
oh oh oh oh oh oh thus liked
“All those teenagers was twerk,
take selfies and curse up a storm. …”
oh oh oh oh oh oh thus liked
...turned into a huge mess
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder what you ever have seen in me,
You stayed for 30 years, through thick and thin,
Enduring all my flaws, loving patiently,
Despite my disappointments and my sins.
It hasn't been an easy road, I know,
I've put you to the test more times than not.
I've been a less than stellar beau,
I wonder did you ever want me shot?
I'm sloppy, weak, unkempt and always late,
I haven't been the best at earning cash.
Could this be what you wanted in a mate?
I often think I've made our life a hash.
I know I make you laugh once in awhile;
Is that enough to keep you coming back?
A chuckle here, an unexpected smile,
Does that make up for everything I lack?
I hope I give you something more than that,
Perhaps a sense that life is not so grim.
A lift in spirit, a peppy morning chat,
Something to make you shake your head and grin.
My contribution to our life is small,
Diversion and distraction certainly,
A joke or two, a pratfall, that is all
I've learned to do, I'm sure you would agree.
You've given so much more to me it's true.
A rock, an anchor, a shelter from the gale.
One thing's certain, I can count on you;
You have a love that never flags or fails.
I'm grateful for you every single day,
There's not an hour goes by that I don't wonder why,
You've stuck so long with me, but anyway,
You did, and till the very day I die
I'll say a prayer to God above,
Thankful for your crazy stubborn love.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
I’m not a hideous wall flower;
school girl steam pleat, designer girl,
Nike or Jordon’s silly Preteen, air heads
I’m gifted, provocative,
I am the teen princess.
I able to fuss, blush and rebel,
I’m awkward, backward,
I am Peppy long stocking;
I’m all that!
I am teen of the pack;
I am not likely to turn back
I am your commercial, billboard cover story
Smarter than you can imagine,
I am passionate,
but a little old fashion, yet modern,
bold and witty,
Oh yes!
I’m so ambitious, super delicious, super fly
with an upbeat modernize Hollywood red carpet style
I speak in a youthful way;
that’s my urban thesaurus
I am not curse, the curse that invades your privacy,
sometimes, I am sluggish and downright lazy?
I am mommy baby and Daddy maybe
However, I’m no wall flower
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
I'm just writing to write.
In the mood to write.
Words keep coming into my head but I make no sense of them.
Sentences pop into my mind but they mean nothing.
They're just words.
Why does it matter how many I say?
Why does it matter how many I don't say?
I don't want to be loud anymore.
I don't want to be giggle-y.
I don't want to always have a smile on my face.
I don't want to pretend that everything is okay.
I don't want to put on a fake happy persona.
I want people to see me as a real person.
Not a person with a childlike laugh.
Not an insanely happy or peppy person.
I just want to be seen as me.
A girl who has real emotions.
A girl who CAN handle it when you tell her things.
I'm not immature.
I'm not under-developed.
I'm not a genius.
I'm not simpleminded.
I'm just in-the-middle.
I'm in between, like every one of you.
I know, I'm rambling.
But is that okay?
There are so many words bottled up in me and some of them are so irrelevant.
But I want to say them.
I want to express myself but I can't.
I want to be me but if I am me, no one will understand.
"Why aren't you happy like your usual self?"
"Why aren't you giggling when I light-heartedly mock your laugh?"
"Why aren't you smiling?"
But then.. Maybe there will be that one person who realizes that..
I'm not always how I portray myself to be.
I'm just a confused little girl.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
///
Look! My friend
It is true that
my existence will be graved after death-
you forget me,
as speed squander particle existence--
earth could not remember--
either it will be deformed
or dissolved---
Memory decays as rolling stone-
forget and fade
twinkle childhood,
as daffodils wither at evening---
Today's child
the father of tomorrow
Aye reminisces the past and decide the future,
today's peppy stream with its chime,
tomorrow's buried river-
only articulate history
Civilization, culture and fashion,
those are transfigured by time-
I see, truth has grown as a lie
as the sun rises in the west,
men have made the conversion to lie-
as politics become poly tricks-
Igneous to metamorphic rock,
by the process of nature with time-
the ultimate truth
From summer to winter,
winter to spring -
pouring--
Sweet sweat-
snowflakes-
cuckoo sings
season changeover and being--
But aftermath
my friend,
two things are still ******
untouched,
my love--
my soul--
the power of God----
///
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
Like sweet & sour,
Life sure is peppy,
And even a bit more.
Imbalanced like my old diet,
It is more on the sour side.
But it's okay for me,
More patient I'll be.
I'll not make time bend,
For I know not the end.
Making sure to keep her happy,
But forgetting not I'm not a puppy.
Except abandoning it at stakes,
Learning from my mistakes,
Give life all what it takes.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC
*
***the lives are changed but we are not
going back to college days didn't take a lot
revisiting the peppy past
the hue of heartwarming memories will last
eventually everyone evolved
all the boundaries duly dissolved
one thing about which none is sure
whether memories revisited or
what we created are more
everyone was in full swing
boundless were zest, zeal and zing
age reduced to 16 years
back seats taken by inhibitions and fears
ear to ear were the smiles
the age was forgotten for a while
danced like a crazy till we drop
sang till the DJ is forced to stop
kids and family were aghast
first time they saw our this avtar
many new friendships were thrived
while the old ones are revived
many new connections were made
carried a freshness which will not fade
a congregation of old companions
the celebration of silver Jubilee reunion
true friends are hidden treasure
and the fun of reunion is beyond measure ***
*
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC
If Superman farts
And
His cape is set afloat
Then it is appropriate
For Indians to sing
The retro Bollywood
Peppy number:
***"Hawa Mein Udta Jaaye
Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka
** Tera Laal Dupatta Malmal Ka!
** Ji! ** Ji!"***
As the song means:
***"It flutters in the wind,
Your red muslin scarf,
Oh your red muslin scarf!
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!!"***
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 8:17 PM UTC
you showed me an honest dark element inside of you
but i act peppy and dismissive
i laughed you off as human
your darkness ? a triviality shared amongst us all
shaved off of our common bark
common as simple saliva
you showed me... nature mother of **** and gyration
the play of things
the playthings of the mischievous godlings
and a dark patch was made woman for me also
i was quiet now and unresistant
this new dark inside an unscriptured thing
i'd been castigated and forgiven
in loving unrestrained puncture
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Voices
Fight inside me.
Who am I?
Where am I going?
Why can't I be all of me at once?
What am I?
Musical.
Artsy.
Moping.
Peppy.
Leader.
Happy.
For now,
I am,
And will be,
Me.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
She's obviously happy
Obviously joyful
Obviously peppy
Obviously she's had a happy life
Right?
What isn't obvious is her tears,
the ones she lets flood out after shutting her bedroom door at night.
Her scars she's hidden after the incident.
The "friends" she left behind.
No one knows
She's dying inside
No one knows
How much she wants to jump
How much she wants to pull the trigger
How much is weighing down on her shoulders.
She acts happy
She acts joyful
She acts peppy
She is woeful.
Blood and death fill her thoughts.
Cheer and hope fill her spoken words.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
I've hidden behind so many "I'm okay"s.
The decieving happiness has become second nature.
My fake smiles and pretend laughs have become easier than the **** down the street.
"How are you?"
Don't hesitate.
Smile.
Sound peppy.
Sound happy.
"Good!"
Was that too peppy?
Too forced?
No one cares enough to notice anyway.
"Are you okay?"
Look confused.
Look surprised they're even asking.
Smile.
Let it roll off your tongue like it has so many times before.
"Of course."
Don't cry.
Dont cry God ******
"What have you eaten today?"
Think of foods.
Think of foods fast.
Blurt out the first words that come to mind like you're on a gameshow and you're about to win first prize if you can just tell them what you had for dinner.
It all becomes second nature;
After so long of wearing masks
You forget how to wear your real face.
You don't know what's under the mask
You don't remember.
"Don't let them in,
Don't let them see"
Good thing I don't remember how to.
I've painted this smile on my face day after day
I don't know if the paint will come off anymore.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Your touch rocks my world,
I only want to be in your arms, curled.
Your smile simply melts my heart,
I cannot live with us apart.
The ****** in your eyes lights my soul,
You, yes you make me a whole.
You are my dazzling other half,
Your love is beautiful, like a cashmere scarf.
When you are there by my side,
There is no fight from which I must hide.
I can listen you day and night,
I hope you never go out of my sight.
You’re loved all the time,
To love you will always be my motive prime.
Your laugh makes me more than happy,
With you in life, it is a dance, so peppy.
Your arms are my favourite place,
Without you I have no trace
In my life, you’re the sun and moon,
Even the idea of being with you makes me swoon.
Your touch rocks my world,
I only want to be in your arms, curled.
-Jahanvi Goyal
07/07/2014
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
There’s a cat sized
Indentation
In my clean laundry pile
The guilty one
Scurries out
And I just have to smile
*Ah Peppy Lemieux
You’re such a flirt!
Making a nest
From Canali shirts!*
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 7:40 PM UTC
I guess I
Have
A brain
A figure
So why am I
Not peppy enough
To be proud if it ?
Bold
Luscious
exquisite
Smiling
Saved
Eucharist
Dad
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
First I will say you look wonderful
Despite being out in the humidity
Your spirit remains peppy and full
Even over a temperature of ninety
Your smile brightens those around
Your hair flows freely in the breeze
You try to help those that surround
Telling them to stop and to freeze
You like to be surrounded by peace
You're still with some that are a pain
Even those like me that tend to tease
Now you silly chipmunk orangutang
I must ask you one thing before I end
Would you, Madelyn, be my girlfriend?
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
dear
james,
i would like you
if you ever said
what you mean.
instead, you make up things
to make me think i want to talk to you
and then you proceed
to be the most boring human being
on the face of the planet.
your fake
peppy
exclamations
are deceiving,
tiring
and flat
after about four
hundred
of them...
i love you about as much
as i love a toaster oven
or any other
inanimate object
james,
dear...
you are so
boring.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
Imagine a world
Where words are not a facet
Of communication
Where language
Is no longer a barrier
Where people speak in music.
Not in lyrics that are poetically
Formed by the hand
Of a well penned composer.
Free flowing lyric less melodies
Communication with a
Chromatic scale.
No stumbling over words
Just the emotion flows from your mouth in a song.
The happiness of light and flowering
Classical music
Mozart.
The bubbly energy of
Jazz, Swing
The peppy beats of
Pop without lyrics
To tie it to one culture exclusively
The sadness of
Alternative
The intensity of
Metal
Every emotion conveyed
In the purest form of music
No words to express meaningless
And arbitrary concepts
That were created by words themselves.
Imagine a world
Where the hindrance of words is replaced by the simplistic beauty
Of music.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
You can sleep, they encourage it actually.
You can sleep all day, and then again all night. It's easy when your so exhausted.
They'll give you drug after drug and with each one you fade out even more.
You stay tucked under your giant blanket, and make sure that your hand is propped up so the tube won't hurt under your skin.
When the peppy nurse walks in holding a vile full of clear liquid, you roll your eyes.
Just imagine the slick fluid quickly over taking every part of you.
You fade, and drift, and slide, and fall, and fade.
But you don't dream.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
The hole begins so small
But then it starts to grow
It gets deeper and widens
To what end no one can know
No one knows the pain
That's felt when you're alone
The darkness becomes a friend quiet but for a moan
Surrounded by friends
But no one is close by
And all you want
is to lay down and die
To put on a smile when you're nothing but empty
And still make people think you're full of vigor and peppy
It tires you out day after day
And all you want is for someone to say
Hey I know you,
don't you dare lie
I can see in your face
You're ready to die
Then with vigor you speak
And release it all out,
fight the sadness and the pain
You're ready to let loose with a shout
But no one comes up
You're still all alone
Instead of looking for help
You decide to just go home
How does the cycle end
Only one of two ways
Find help get a friend
Or your life you could end
Ask yourself this question as you go to sleep tonight
Was there someone I met that needed help in their fight
Can I go out and do better
Listen to someone and care
Is there someone who's hopeless
Who just needs me to be there?
People are committing suicide and dying everyday
It's about time we stepped up smiled and said hey
To be a friend to the hurting, the alone and the abused
About time we stepped up
The gifts of God be used
To be the reason someone's still here and alive today
And all because we sat down and listened to what they had to say
It doesn't take much
Just a good attitude
A willing heart, a lending hand
To help change a depressed mood
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Not all who wonder
are lost.
Not all who are frozen
defrost
Not all who are young
are foolish.
Not all who are emo
are ghoulish.
Not all who smile
are happy.
Not all who laugh
are peppy.
Not all who cry
are sad.
Not all that is gone was one had.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 2:36 PM UTC
@Atul's Love
Jazz and trance music,
Entertainment of all forms,
Not far away but near,
Naturally from within,
You inspire me too.
On the rocks, you are my beer,
Hug you tight, I am your bear.
Jest and fest moods,
Emanate from your name,
Not that I forgot your name,
Nickname you, I did, honey,
Yes, it's sweet and peppy to call you Jenny.
I love you as I love myself.
Miss, you are the one I miss,
I know we shall continue happily,
Soft love of yours landed here,
Softly on my faithful heart.
You reminded me to be carefree,
On the way to perfection, I need to be,
Untouched by real love I used to be.
Honestly, your love is the truest,
Of course, my parents love me,
Not demeaning them, I am,
Efforts of theirs to keep me alive,
You too will be thankful to them.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Fake it your flaws,
Life is just like cub paws,
Either way though it diverse,
Choice are to be made,
Elseways living would be the curse.
Hitch up with the people you love,
Oust the imposter with mop,
Beginnings are always rough,
Choice are to be made,
Between peppy and tough.
What would be your life's aim?
Would it be achieving only name and fame?
Succeeding could be the other game,
Choice are to be made,
Else your life will be full of shame.
Voice are to be raised,
And,
Choice are to be made.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
*Like early morning dew,
Your peppy lips doth gleam
In sun-blessed scarlet hue,
To seize my heart’s esteem.
Like a evening star
Your silvery eyes doth shine
Through space and time afar
In elegant design.
Though you adore me not,
Fidelity goes on.
My darling I cannot
Admit thy love is gone.
Though from thy heart I am expelled,
My love for you shall not be quelled.*
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Found a new career
Monetary delight
Bringing up the fear
Each and every night
Got home at Breakfast time
But still haven't had some tea
Skip it for a long haul climb
To collapse for addictive sleep
Woke up early in the evening
Eyes shades of purple, brown and grey
This sense of helpless is weaving
From horrid night into day
Peppy talk in florescent
White wiping out the time
Trying to hear the lesson
Helpless on the spine.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:24 AM UTC