Sippers poems on Hello Poetry

Geno Cattouse Oct 2013

not since nor silk.
Mother's milk for the generations.. yes she was .

Greeted Lindbergh on touchdown.
Society clone. Rich ******* could not leave her alone. Tall tale teller.Paperback
construct. Stepping into the ball with no invitation and stopped the music and conversation.
Pale skinned poser.
Gettin over.
Her daddy was a man of means.
Hired by the Majesties to count jellybeans.
He loved the local **** to the tune of
Poppa was a rollin stone.

The magistrates and potentates in the republic of bananas. Pinkys up tea sippers .
Could not get hold of collective zippers.

Faded portrait. long dead poser.ball buster. Pretty as crystal.Tough as pig iron.
She was high flying flapper. Cutting a rug. Charleston,Jitterbug. Short skirt flirt. Grandma ?

Smokin hot and  smokin when women did not dare. C.O.P.D. and a hacking cough came the pipers toll.                                                                   The Wages.
                                                                                           Just keeping it real.
                                                                                                                          Slip sliding away.

Drove a Jalopy.
Aiee Pahpi chulo. Bestin May West with a smaller life jacket.

                                                                          Turn the century.
                                                                          Trench warfare.
Over the top.The war to end all ? shiiiit.  Great Grandma
was a show stopper. To the very end.

Retrospective on my great grandmother in Belize In the early nineteen hundreds. She was an extremely beautiful woman who was independent and bold in Colonial British Honduras. She was a ground breaker and fearless. Had wealth and lost it all. But remained strong.

Francis Scudellari May 2010

Madness of a hatter-less hat

It might be the pungent steam from a ***
steeping herbs meant to bend its sippers'
minds to potent effect, or an unanticipated
digestive reckoning from that mawkishly flavored
brand of store-bought paste they pass as butter.

However the dough arises, their collective
recollection of storied events, lengthwise sliced
and ritually rehearsed, hops facilely on the ****
of a bucking and overtly nonsensical wind.

Tea parties with slippery perspectives
have been shown quite clinically to induce
heightened sensitivity in participants,
so it's prudent to set about tidying the facts:

The hatter, it's become clear, shifted one place
too many and disappeared with a trace -- leaving
behind his hat to nobody's great advantage.
Lacking a wearer, the headgear's reputation for
producing madness has rapidly diminished.

The march hare pulls off his change in a very
separate and seasonal way: the bunny's
bottom half somersaults its top to occupy
both his spot and the hatter's vacated seat.

The dormouse upon its latest arousal
is re-visioned to be small, but not much mouse
at all. He's plush with the long-in-the-ear habit
of a pink stuffed rabbit, which the crusading hare
furiously declares is most curious, casting
doubt on the vermin's commitment to "no room."

Alice remains foremost in tact and is given
a bonus of two spare feet complete with slackened
bootstraps. She keeps them and her other luxury
items well-sheltered behind a stout table leg.

The absentee hatter doesn't dare shame her
with a radio-show call-in decrying
the waste. She's generously agreed to
cover the medical expenses from his firm flop.

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rk Aug 2012

Yearning for a Life, Unmedicated

We are immobilized
veins thick
with toxins
brains saturated
with synthetic sensation.

Get out of bed
pill pundits.
Who do you love?
There is bliss without
a script.
Somewhere.

Look at yourself
****** harlots.
Now look in the mirror.
Is it a surprise that the same face
didn’t appear?

Stand straight,
sloppy sippers.
Take the flask out of your glove compartment
you can’t pregame life.

Come clean,
nicotine queens.
We say we do it
because we don’t care when we die
but I care if you draw your last shallow breath
before mine.

We are the machine,
**** fiends.
We can’t be fueled
by ten sacks
and melancholic
dead dreams.

I am envious
sober superstars,
of your greatest feat,
waking in the morning
and walking
on your own
two feet.

my attempt at a longer piece

Sombro Nov 2015

Seasoned

She likes to laugh in summer
She likes to dance in Spring
In Winter warm's the butter
In Autumn dancers sing

In June flowers don her hair
In April grow she will
Adance the chance to see the sun
December - member, green is still.

And yellow shouts the solar flowers
While melody passes the birds on pink wing
Across the bright of rainbowed showers
An Autumn-Winter-Summer-Spring

Cosy posie purple heart
Pine cones grow and roots wriggle down
Soldiers, lovers, sippers sing
The aurora more a festive crown

And 'lo, my sib'; take light in eye
Though grey and opaque cleanse the lens
What may share may never die
What may grow stays here forever.

A rambling one, sure, but I hope some feeling of the contented passage of life got through.

#life #seasons #experience #calm #watch

mark john junor Oct 2014

ole' tookie

tookie winfeild was a friend of mine
from way on back down the way
back in my river days
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all
ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick

used to see that ole codger strolling on the avenue
with some young honey on his arm
carefree as sin and twice in its debt
yes sir...ole tookie was a friend of mine
back in the day we ran that river
like it was our private playground
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
both barrels for the lookers
and a bottle of shine for the sippers
yes sir back when i was young that river was ours

they found old tookie winfeild up on the river
frozen to death in the dead of night
took to drinking up there by his lonesome
and shouting at the moon
aint no good ever come from no crazy man
least thats what they say
but old tookie was allright
in his own crazy way
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
he was a friend to many a poor boy
down the old river way

#friend #crazy #river

Taylor Marion Feb 2012

Taking My Own Advice

I'm losin hope

"Such a pretty face carries eyes like kaleidoscopes
So many tears, enough to fill a thousand moats.
You sit and gloat like there's nothing to do and nowhere to go.
Just continue feeling low letting the pride you hold weary.
Whilst talking nonsense grandma sherrie,
you make a toast to help you cope.
Silly sippers sipping matching glasses."

Oh Lord, I've used all hope to hope it passes.
Losin hope, Losin hope
Cut the rope, I'm losin hope

"You picked a rose from a garden
Then flicked the nose of a pardon.
Stupid we, slap my knee!
The next you're tricked, when it grows, let it be
And when it's fixed you will be
just as you were with those lovely folks.
But don't share your soap,
***** hands dressed in rings look so pretty when it glows.
Thus, without the rose you must cope.
Losin hope, losin hope?
Don't cut the rope, don't lose hope."

Holy smokes! I'm feeling your cold hands hold my bones
like endless commands... or a black lab.
If you understand or get the joke.

"I hope you know, we all suppose or propose and expose
what is truly real
and what we truly feel.
That's just how it goes when we all walk the same *****.
So I really truly hope you listened close.
Yes, I really hope you're not losin hope, losin hope."

Hold the rope, I'm choosing hope.

Wayne Wysocki Aug 2018

Morning Quirk

I eat my cereal from a coffee mug as I wander 'round the house.
I suppose I could do it in public and not look out of place,
just another morning Joe putting something in his face.
I get stomach satisfaction that coffee sippers enjoy,
but with more nutrition,
and fiber.
Though I miss that coffee smell,
with spoon in hand it's all so grand to have my morning java status,
and gratis,
I'm having breakfast as well.

#morning #coffee #breakfast

Ryan O'Leary Jul 2019

Tea Sippers

Toasted milk Morgan,
anaemic water, sieved,
squeezed, strained and
served on a saucer in
Van Gogh cups with
one porcelain handle
held by index finger,
same one that is used
for de-waxing the ear,
picking the nose and
pointing at people who
are deemed inferior.

neth jones Jun 2018

Occupation

For my health and away from chaos ;
I must leave this employment ;
It is a marination

Spare me my lungs
And my worn upon readers
Part from me the company
Of these sippers
These social fighters and patterns

Be gone
Let out

#work #occupation #marination #health #chaos

Bloodline of King Yashayah Dec 2017

Gettin' Victories

Fools need to get together
How can we endeavor
Never say never flows is clever
My defense like mayweather
Turn enemies light as a feather
Still rocking zoot suit leather
Pay like you weigh
I could go all day hit em like an AK
47 somebody goin to heaven
Got girls talkin' to me like Tevin
Who better than the rap veteran
Check the grand finale
Enemies trail behind me
Like receding hair lines taxin' fines
We some mob playas
Rollin' with fine dimes style genuine
But no pony show this for the
Hataz and undacovas brascos
I buck em like a bronco
Spinnin' heads like a disco
Ball ya see me my clique
Always standing tall emcees on a gall
For my downfall
We got the business wrapped tight
Blow comp out the water
Like dynamite flows ya recite like rites
Invincible who come with a better flow
Know the principle this be oriental
Raps put em in critic-al
Condition sound the commission
Got everybody **** flinchin' wishin"
I disappear but I be the rap whodini
Make grants like a genie who could see me
Break bricks like Luigi
Super brother nasty lover
Quick to smother a mother
And any other
Dime piece that want to get they
Mouthpiece
Filled sending thrills so much ice
I could chill
The whole **** world baby girl
It ain't about diamonds and pearls
So step.off before I shoot off
A couple of rounds
And you'll be in mazed swirl whoaaa

Yeah my team come through
Rippin' ligaments and you too
If you gotta problem
We resolve em death solves em
They don't want none
With the sho gun **** I blow some
To get me ill better yet dumb
Young ignorance makes for defiance
My alliance cause riots
No matter how hard it gets
I stay hard as erected **** flippin' chips
Mute those with loose lips
My nine flips
Suckas out the scene im biohazard
My flows leave ya plastered
Make disaster looks easy
Never cheesy please believe me
My cartel makes hell
Boats on shore with yeyo
Like the government coke import
Take puff off of the new port
Sike better yet take a snort
Of blow so my visions can flow go
Watch me as I sow the game though
Got the imperial settlement
From illegal transactions
I'm.talkin' embezzlement hell sent
See my flames from the sky
So why lie and try only to die
We come stompin' like a buffalo herd
So **** what ya heard word to the birds
That try to sing get a gun sling
Slow songs and flowers bring
No happiness stuck in a reminscie
Hugs and a kiss
Greeted by fams and friends
But in the end you see the eternal abyss
Reaper comes as no surprise
Double my eyes
Once I recieve a natural high
From hittin' a cutie pie
Dom sippers never paid for strippers
Shake the game make for a
Heavy tippers
Take another sip of
The liquor sitting in my glass
High class pounds of grass
So stay chill or else
Feel my heavy brass

ymmiJ Apr 2019

High and Mighty?

Revolting and repulsive
words champagne sippers prefer
as he digs for food

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