"sniffer" poems
But soft, what flatulence through yonder rancid window breaks. If it is the east, well then I’m heading west.
I wish I could recite this and I wouldn’t be talking about my life, but life is fair… just not for me. So I dive right in unfortunately. And I bask and I bask and I bask. Hold on, wait, please allow me to retract, as this occurs numerously within occupation. I firstly divide the **** cheeks, as if Moses dividing the seas. Like Jesus I break bread… anyways… my life is literally spent with my nose sandwiched between numerous people’s backsides. This brings me to my next point… I love my job… because I love people. My favorites are obese people because they suffocate me and for a brief moment I am without consciousness and have not a clue of my reality. The people I do it for the most though are the unstable people, you know?... the people with digestive problems that are so unstable they sometimes slip and instead of their body gas I am left with a face that looks like a diarrhea toilet. I am a poet though and therefore I hold onto the only significant job related poem that I’ve seen on our restroom walls… “Here I sit lonely hearted, came to **** but only farted.”
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
Snot Sniffer, I hate you.
I hate sitting nex to you.
Why do you choose to keep the snot inside of your head by sniffing it back up?
Why don't you get up and grab a tissue so, I don't have to listen to you.
I'm sick and tired of hearing you every five seconds, with your nose and your snot
Your snot and your nose.
Why can't you blow it and make yourself happy?
and better yet, relieve me from listening to you...
Its like the guy or gal that chews like a loud cow
I hate you just as much as snot sniffer.
I hate you Snot Sniffer go and marry Chews Loud and die
In your Overwhelming Abundence of Auditory ****
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
Oh, oh Oreo
Oreo the cat
Who makes of ripped up paper towels
Very fancy hats
Oh, oh Oreo
My silly little friend
Who through ridiculous antics
Amuses to no end
Oh, oh Oreo
Sniffer of all shoes
Faced with the choice of sniffing strangers
It's their footwear that you choose.
Oh, oh Oreo
Speaker of cat tongue
I pretend to understand your words
But my translations are far-flung
Oh, oh Oreo
Warmer of my lap and heart
I promise now as I did before
We will never be apart.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
WHISTLING AND SNIFFING SIMULTANEOUSLY
Whistling and sniffing at the same time
Can’t hold hands or rather get married
United and collaborative in any case
This duo may perhaps land into the life of some person
The kind of man whose who acts,
Performs duties of the shepherd on the flock.
Like his initial master,
He condemns wickedness,
Goes against what is religiously evil,
And exults the righteous.
But he soon he craves for another pair of his robe
For he does accumulate an avalanche of resources,
His eyes are soon blinded.
Would his robe evade being soiled?
Co-operative sniffing and whistling,
Can hatch into temptations to anybody,
Even the half-human, half God
Did he not get tested in the wilderness?
Our big man opens his eyes one day,
Finds himself campaigning and competing for,
Trying to woo for citizens’ keys,
Essentials for serving the people in a wider circle.
Perhaps his whistling guides his path.
Brings him in the companionship of
Other servants of the people.
Any devoted service present in that house really?
Brotherly whistling and sniffing,
May make one’s conscience slither backwards,
Two or more steps into mud.
He is now influential,
A famous societal figure.
His fat salary seconded with some allowances.
Or even thirded with public developmental resources,
Guarantees him total luxury.
Is this not an opportunistic opportunist?
Our Sniffer and whistler is contended,
Complacent with his success.
Jubilant with him servant is his ‘first Master ’
For keeping to the ‘sacred’ scriptures.
The vehicle which carried him straight,
One way to heaven gets crippled,
It can’t manage to hit the road
Like its American, British and Chinese counterparts,
His sincere promise goes unfulfilled
Unmet due to his pretentious pretence.
His ‘second’ Master gets extremely mad.
For loyalty and faithfulness denied.
And furiously plucks him from glory.
Simultaneous whistling and sniffing,
The ‘initial’ heaven can’t simply put up with them.
A wise servant of the masses
A true leader should only whistle at a time,
Sniff at a time.
But not sniffing and whistling simultaneously.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
Colombian drug lords, so
fearing the dog's superlative
abilities, put a hit out on the
medal-winning K9 agent
Colombian drug cartel has put out
a $70,000 hit on a drug-sniffing
German shepherd after she helped
authorities discover nearly 10 tons
of the group’s *******
Sombra “Shadow” in English,
has since been relocated by authorities
after the Urabeños, considered
Colombia’s most powerful criminal
organization, put the price on her head,
reported the BBC on Thursday;
the 6-year-old canine having an
incredibly successful career as a
drug sniffer thus far; having
uncovered a record amount of narcotics
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
So .....
How do they know ... ?
when a man's ... NOT .... "The One" ... ?
when they ... "REJECT" ... you ...
before ... your first line's spun ... ?!?
Annd ...
How do they know ... ?
how to make you .... Feel Blue .........
I ... REALLY .... Don't Know .........
Can someone ... Give me a Clue ... ?!?
Annnd ...
How do they know ... ?
when a man's got ... " The Cash ! " ... ?
It's like they're .... "SNIFFER DOGS" ....
in a field ... Full of ... HASH ... !!! ...
Annnnd ....
Why ... DON'T ... they know ... ?
when a man is a ... " DOG " ...
can't they ... Tell by his ... BREATH ... !?!
when they're ... having a ... Snog ... !?!?!?!
Annnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ?
which woman to ... " LOVE " ... !!!!?!!!!
You'll ... NEVER ... know that ... !!!
They ... DON'T ... fit like a glove ... !!!
Annnnnnd ...
Why don't we know ... ?
when a woman looks ... GREAT ... !!!!!!
It's .... HIGHLY UNLIKELY .... that ....
She wants a .... SOULMATE .... !!!
Annnnnnnd ....
Why ... DON'T... we know ... ?
that a woman who ..... SHOWS .....
Too much of her body .....
is ... simply ... A ... " ** " ... !!!!! ...
Annnnnnnnd ... Why don't we know ... ?
that a .... " SINGLE MUM'S SON " ....
is always .... gonna be .....
Their .... " NUMBER ONE " .... ?!?
Annnnnnnnnd ....
Why ... DON'T ... They Know ... ?
that ... Years .... Down The ............. Line ...........
Most men want a woman .....
Whose Body's .... STILL FINE ......
Annnnnnnnnnd ....
How do they ... KNOW ... ?
when you're looking at ... " THEM " ...
It's .... THEM .... that you're after ... !!!
NOT ... One of their ... friends ..... ?!?!?!
Annnnnnnnnnnd ...
What makes them ... THINK ... ?
That ... When ...
They've had a ... "Drink" ...
It's ..... OKAY ..... for them .......
to .... TEASE YOU ... with a ... WINK ... ???
Annnnnnnnnnnnd ...
What makes them ... FEEL ... ?
If ... Their Man's ... NOT OBSESSIVE ...
The Love .... He ... PROCLAIMS ... !!!!!!!!
Just ... CANNOT ... be ... REAL ... !?!?!?!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnd ...
Why ... CAN'T... They See ... ?
That ... their ... " LOVE for MONEY " ...
Will ..... NEVER ALLOW .....
Their ... SOUL ... to be .... " FREE " ....
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd ...
Why do they ...... TRY ........ ?
To ..... ALWAYS ...... imply ....
That ... Relationships ... FAIL ...
because of the ...... " GUY " .... !?!?!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ...
Who is the .... FOOL ... ?
that said .... " It was Cooooollll " ....
to trust .... " EVERYTHING " ...
You get taught .... in your School .... !!!!!?!!!!!!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd .....
Why is .... Thissssss .... !?!?!?!
When things go ... WRONG .... !!!!!
in a ........ Relationship ......
She .... suddenly develops ....
Hips ... like a .... " SHIP " .... !!!!!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd .......
What's with these kids ... ?
when a game like ... " The Sims " ...
is more ... REAL TO THEM ... ?
Than .... " REALITY " ... is ... !!!?!!!
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd ...
Why do I feel ... ???
like these questions ... i'm asking ...
can't possibly ..... STOP .......
Young people ... GUN BLASTING ... !?!?!
So .....
What's in a ... LIE ... ?!?
What's in the ... TRUTH ... ???
Why do people ... CRY ... ?!?!?
Why do people die ... !?!
and ... when all's .......
"Said and Done" .......
What's in a ..... WHY ...... ???
And ...... YO ....... !!!!! ........
What's with this ... PROSE ... !?!?!?!?!?!
"Called" .........
What do we ... KNOW ... ??????
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
My heart has gone out for all families on the street
That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls
Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing
Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion
With which you have held the riches of the world
In which effortlessly swim the powers that be,
Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world
Wherever you are kindly be ennobled
Whether in India or Chicago of Americas,
Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery
Good times and chances befall you children of the street.
Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe
In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall
Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation
They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity
I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon
In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature;
Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles
Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry
And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity.
Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards
The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum
During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night
The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers
In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education
Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics
It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers
That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society
But great you are because 10% you hitherto make
Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion!
Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are
For your day is very soon.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
My heart has gone out for all families on the street
That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls
Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing
Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion
With which you have held the riches of the world
In which effortlessly swim the powers that be,
Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world
Wherever you are kindly be ennobled
Whether in India or Chicago of Americas,
Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery
Good times and chances befall you children of the street.
Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe
In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall
Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation
They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity
I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon
In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature;
Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles
Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry
And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity.
Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards
The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum
During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night
The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers
In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education
Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics
It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers
That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society
But great you are because 10% you hitherto make
Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion!
Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are
For your day is very soon.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:39 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
My heart has gone out for all families on the street
That came out of the erstwhile street boys and girls
Kudos to your creativity as you make life from nothing
Blessed bye your bravado and sense of oblivion
With which you have held the riches of the world
In which effortlessly swim the powers that be,
Beautified be a street family in the all quarters of the world
Wherever you are kindly be ennobled
Whether in India or Chicago of Americas,
Be it Nairobi, Lagos or Jo’burg the infernos of urchinery
Good times and chances befall you children of the street.
Great beauty with you is condemnation of the tribe
In Africa where ethnicity is the bricks of tribal mall
Your names are conditional but not tribal connotation
They sing songs of exclusion but not chauvinism of ethnicity
I was in Kenya at the city of Eldoret, I visited your platoon
In the suburb of Langas, I derided not in the glory of your nomenclature;
Some of you festooned in the street emperor, as other wallow in mauverick titles
Like; Cop-puncher, weed-cooler, ****** breaker, top sniffer, hotel sentry
And many other accoladic names as you feasted me on your virtuosity.
Royal is your blood as you bivouac in the blizzards
The blood in your vein came from the state panjandrum
During the libidinous hour in the wee of the night
The teats you suckled were of your undergraduate mothers
In the high powered Universities of bourgeoisie education
Never regret in your ego for great is your genetics
It was solely misplaced priorities of your vulnerable mothers
That had you dumped on the street garbage in the oblivion of society
But great you are because 10% you hitherto make
Of the ostentations African population that is whoopingly a billion!
Time is coming for your final say, bivouac wherever you are
For your day is very soon.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
Inspector Jim was clueless about the case
The sniffer dog followed quite a long trail
Leading to everything but the criminal’s trace
Ending finally in an abandoned well!
He had second thought about the animal’s skill
Panting from the run to keep with its pace
At end of hunt not deriving a little
Left to ***** in the muddled mess!
The track was a meadow the season was spring
So much were laid for the eyes to feast
Birds and trees and all the best things
But Jim was enveloped in the riddle’s mist!
He was still stranded on the same ground
Fearing once again he might fail
This is where the body was found
The darned beast had led him back to the well!
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
Henceforth all shameful outbursts
Thenceforward my final death
Jilt, she made me play with fire
Wooed by appalling words she said
She, i ween, is no beautiful
She, i ween, is no enchanting
Yet, she is her dreamer, she is her art
Ergo since farewell, once deaf harked
After the dreamer, after the art
Sniffer cheated, sinner starved
Naked I mourned, naked I yowled
Lost faith from Agave, still fresh from the yard
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
The sniffer to smell
From the indoors to the outdoors
Rotten and the fresh
The smell of flowers
To the fresh crisp autumn air
And campfire treats
Manure on farms
getting sprayed by a scared skunk
or dumpsters in back
From kitchen dinners
And the freshly baked cookies
and banana bread
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
Du krydser mine grænser
fremprovokerer tanker
Tanker slår ihjel
Kvæler min usle sjæl
Jeg ved jeg aldrig krydser
Den grænse man kalder Line
Jeg kan ikke gå på tværs
Ej heller rappe som Per vers
Jeg sygner hen i stoffer
Sniffer til jeg bliver offer
For samfundets usle hænder
Jeg taber mine tænder
For kvaler har jeg nok af
Kampe skal jeg nok ta'
Indtil jeg sir nok
Går ud og tager det aller sidste
Hop
Ned fra bygninger jeg falder
Til sidst er det mig de knalder
En lille samfundsnasser
Som nægter at bære kasser
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
raise a woman an inch above a man,
and you will raise an hippopotamus
above an elephant.
jokes sided.... the piston works, yes?
the horsepower is ferrari or ford?
make a tagline of the treadmill lost
to the *******
tools are missing: hammers and other additives,
but the rich boy turned into ***** sniffer are aplenty:
next best seller, arab carpet seller turned into
a capitalist we are fathomed with!
raise a woman an inch above a man,
soon stilettos will not do, but the skulls of other men
for the tormented walk.
let man’s optics suffice... let woman’s felt suffice:
as her ****** of the closed eye prove: man
sufficed pleasing her with eyes glorifying open
and her skin numbed to a loss of a virgin’s pillow fight sleepover:
made man into a disquiet animal of her ennobled sacrifice of having
to live beyond his burial as a widow that
once spun web, then as widow spun doubly
an architecture of lies as the once spun
netting for enclosing a man for pure mechanics.
fools are we to attest such nature,
but double fools are we to succumb to it.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
A girl dressed in a diaphanous gown,
spun from the ethereal combination of
dollops of moon shine and star light of the past,
visited me in secret, spent together one long night.
We had memorized each other's heady scent
smeared all over us in an earlier journey together.
like two trained sniffer dogs on a robber's trail.
We were overwhelmed by the wish fulfillment
seemed like we are in a life within a dream.
No way we won't meet as the hearts beat so close
and I was having visions of her all the time day and night.
On those encounters I wrote two poems with my blood.
As I was addicted to the recounting of those moments,
I wanted to smelt it in my imagination's golden crucible
thought that would make the alliance immortal
but forgot the fact that human follies never end!
"You are lucky,a rare flower she is" they'd tell me
and make me feel elated calling me a poet,
on account of just two poems for which,all I was worth.
Should I have known it's a dream,that takes a lot to go on.
On her strong wings she flew back to green hills above.
If I weren't a love fool, I'd have seen it coming from a distance.
after abandonment and the long night after,sun still reigns.
They still call me poet, I am hesitant to respond to it,
a melancholy poet of grief's wonder land, in non stop dance
with the experiences that illuminate transient existence?
Still do not know what to make of this two poem life!
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
Hound dog for honesty
got a sniffer for fearlessness
harrier than thou, oh yes
only closer to here is this
growling for profundity
and bark at the moon in bliss
catch the scent of levity
clue you in what you missed
get a whiff of humanity
bona fide and real artistry
doesn’t get more upfront than his
and hers is straight virtuous
true art has an odor no less
than you and beasts and me
it’s certified amenity
to smell when someone’s
finally free of
uncertainty tee-off
performance feat me-bluff
authenticity handcuff
got rid of the fake fluff
and reeks of human real stuff.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
the spirit of holidays
the smell of turkey and dressing
pumpkin pie and a chardonnais chaser,
a sniffer of expensive scotch, and a good conversation,
around the dinner table
pervade through every home in America
better yet around the world
this Thursday,
and every day
from this one
forward.
I wish the whole world
a happy Thanksgiving!
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
Mister
Your creepy dog is a crotch sniffer
I prefer you keep him on a leash
Safely out of my vagina’s reach
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
Lawrence Hall
[email protected]
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com
An Orderly Transition of Power, They Say
Is’t night’s predominance, or the day’s shame
That darkness does the face of earth entomb
When living light should kiss it?
-Macbeth II.iiii.9-11
On Inauguration Day there should be:
Children waving sparklers, avenues of light
High school bands and Boy Scouts in formation
Merriment along streets scrubbed clean and bright
A happy people in love with their nation
But we are given:
Soldiers, concertina wire strung between Corinthian columns, secret service, chain-link fencing, police, checkpoints, soldiers, roadblocks, secret service, rooftop marksmen, police, missile batteries, soldiers, no-go zones, secret service, lockdowns, police, lockouts, soldiers, security gates, secret service, identification checks, police, radar, soldiers, radios, secret service, body scans, police, x-rays, soldiers, sniffer dogs, secret service, permits, police, passes, soldiers, patdowns, secret service, badges, police, questions, soldiers
Fear
Why?
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC
Whispering of sweet
nothings from the pick up lines
to cute sweet nicknames
Windows to see all
everything and everyone
colors and beauty
The sniffer to smell
From the indoors to the outdoors
Rotten and the fresh
The gateway to taste
sour candies, chocolate cake
and homemade hot dish
Holding and touching
From soft to hard, smooth and rough
Living and the still
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
To wherever you go
Get ready good folk
It will be nice
The ride of your life
Ensure the Luv and the Work are both steady
To wherever you go : take note
Have the imperative ~ a standing invitation
To let everyone know
Make it a dog and pony show
A big fuss over a lifetime, corner booth reservation
Welcome them. Let them stop and dine
Then listen as they spin adventure stories and spend some time
To wherever you go : be aware
The first to appear all over the place
Is the dashingly refined intertwined pair
Enter ~ Style & Grace
Light it up for the other well-heeled oggling and goggling eyes
The entourage will be a reasonable size
To wherever you go : head’s up
This note is to suggest preparing to receive
It will happen fast so be alert ~ on the ‘ qui vive ’
Effort to feel their pain
If they get lost in driving rain
While a heavy foot forces the edge in their new hot rod two seater
Save a sniffer of brandy or a spot of sherry
If a chilly day, save a close comfortable place by the heater
To wherever you go
Generally writing as opposed to speaking
The tail of this tale is amping and peaking
The reason I was told
Of why they were so cold
Is what you’d expect from a couple of flop ups
The **** fools will be driving without the top up
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC
liquor woman
the brandy of desire
so cute in a sniffer
I've held your taste
in my mouth so long
I taste your aftertaste
that woman taste
the rush of heat on my tongue
the roar going down
chase you with kisses of beer
a cigarette
feel you warm
insides
tender
hot as the fire
of the holy ghost the
****** mary the
three things I give time to
in my throat on my lips
in my desire
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:17 AM UTC