"snoopy" poems
Strep throat. Out of nowhere really. I went to a meeting on Friday, interviewed at PaperSource on Saturday afternoon, and then just slightly later an awful toothache. I never suspected anything so out of the ordinary to occur. Saturday night, two to four a.m.ish, i thought it was caffeine pills, or not drinking enough water, or even, worst of the worst, an attack of hypochondria. I kept lighting up Marlboros though, tasty red branded things that make writer's mouths happy. Two days in and I'm pretty sure my ***** are a fever below my body, droopy like snoopy. Super soft droopy ***** that's a sure sign of a fever or a great BJ they taught us in 6th grade science, and I wasn't getting my favorite ice cream social.
I hadn't talked to the gf in a couple days, and missing her company I made the phone call only discover that my voice had turned into a baby turtle shouting English from the bottom of a stuffed baked potato. Garbled. Discussing. Useless. I promptly hung up, and began texting. But it was too late she heard me and called back, and I had to give it all I had to put together a few words.
An hour later I was dropped off at the ER, the benefits of Medicaid at 30 is never being able to just go to the doctor's office. Within 2 hours they told me it was strep. Four nurses, two residents, one first day resident, and a 2nd year resident, and the ER doctor for a swab and a spray, and the take home Z-pack.
Then she said she'd come over even though I was sick. That's real love. "If I get sick from you, it's still worth it." 3 days on antibiotics, no more sore throat, I feel great- I think tomorrow I'll be having an ice cream social for someone who I love dearly. Maybe we'll even skip the ice cream.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Grandma had a clever dog;
She raised him from a pup.
And when he learned that he could talk
You couldn't shut him up.
His tail was just a nubbin
And he had a flattened mug.
He looked like a short boxer
So grandma named him pug.
Grandma told us what he looked like
For we never saw the cuss.
Her walking, talking, Pug Dog
Was invisible to us.
She said he'd always been around,
As far as she recalled.
Her mother told Pug stories
Before grandma even crawled.
Every family has traditions
And I guess I'd have to say,
Pug tales have been our custom
Right down to this very day.
When grandma gives a long deep sigh
And says, "Now, one day Pug. . ."
We know a story's coming
So we sit down on the rug.
We nestle up beside her
For a tale we've never heard.
And everyone gets quiet
So that we won't miss a word.
The stories grandma tells us
Of the things that dog can do
Can hold any child's attention,
Even fill a book or two.
Grandma's Pug tales outdo Rin-Tin-Tin
And even Scooby-Doo.
He's a smarter dog than Snoopy;
Smarter than Lassie too.
Pug has traveled far, to distant lands,
And even outer space.
He's done every thing there is to do
And he's been every place.
He always gets in trouble
For there's nothing he won't try.
He has traveled in a sub-marine,
Flown airplanes in the sky.
He has even been arrested,
More than once broke out of Jail.
But the family loves him dearly
And we always pay his bail.
Where grandma gets her stories from
I guess I'll never know.
But even down through all these years
Her Pug tales grow and grow.
I know someday when grandma sleeps,
And her life on earth is gone,
The Angels all will gather
To hear Pug tales all day long
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 4:49 PM UTC
Noun.
The mother of ones father or mother. (mother)
Elderly. (Died December 28, 2011)
Kind. Sweet. Gentle. (If there is a paradise, she is there.)
Bright. Thoughtful. (She made me a Snoopy apron one year for Christmas.)
Loving. (She raised 6 kids, took care of her husband for 55 years, and always made waffles for breakfast when grand-kids came to visit.)
Loved. (by all who knew her)
Missed. (by just as many)
Survived. (1 husband, 6 kids, 4 grandkids, many friends.)
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 1:45 AM UTC
I sought satisfaction in stupid sheepishly and shallow strides.
Scared subconsciously, I swallow and sustain substance for pseudo self esteem strengthening.
I seemed of in service to slumber and stinging sadness, shots sank like ships, submerging into the sea of my swarthy stomach in seconds.
I somewhat sympathies as a sailor, sweating, struggling and swimming in slipping sobriety saturated in my sulking style.
Scanning swarms of serial swindlers, striking sculptures stances of self-doubt.
I stammer in a storm of slurs, ******* down my safety, stopping myself at the stoop of the saloon I see a seductive silhouette staging the space.
She stroke my sight, standing sanguine in scarlet, soul sold in high heels.
The smoothest sculptures in seven square miles were subjugated into scree and I was ****** in submission.
Stubborn staggering suitors, stand shaking silently as she is stopped by sharks stalking and snarling sycophantics.
So straightforward in suggesting their secret starvation to strip sensations, seem by seem, like a sub-par **** cinema scene.
They step and speak short.
She smokes off, stranding the scree in smoldering slaughter.
Its sad this soul-less sanctuary soaking up sorrows.
So self inflicting, and so satisfyingly side splitting.
She sported her spurned, scorned off into sadistic solitude and stained sticky stigma, sobbing to sleep.
So spent from simple stocked, stored and supported senescence of ceremonial subjection of ****** status.
I savior my sincerity, and stretched out of this strange stadium of stooges.
So long scarlet sanguine I sang softly, as she stole my sight suspiciously in sync with hers.
Sacrificial seconds split from smearing stolidity to sharing a smile.
That's simple satisfaction, so I seen scripted in sitcoms and shows.
Supporting sapiens in stasis to see sappy stunners on screen, to stare snoopy, as stabs and slashes strike socially into socialites of so called sanity and sovereignty.
To sweetly pay salvage as slaves of soppy studio slander.
Such is this sorry Saturday night, I am solidified in sedation.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Charles Schulz brought us Charlie Brown,
Who rarely smiled, joked, or sang.
A troubled soul—always down,
He hung out with the Peanuts Gang.
Lucy, Patty, Sally, Linus,
Snoopy—the whole nerdy clan
Tried to cheer ole Charlie up;
But sadly it was all in vain.
Life has many a Charlie Brown,
We see them come as well as go.
For, as in Schulz's masterpiece,
We tend, somehow, to love them so.
Too, we try our hand at luck,
Tryin' to cheer ole Charlie up.
-Walterrean Salley
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Tales of ghouls and trick or treats
Witches, ghosts, and things to eat
The spirit world is here to greet
It's Hallowe'en again
Soaping windows, creaky doors
Begging like addicted ******
They keep coming, they want more
It's Hallowe'en again
Haunted houses, ghostly frights
Witches flying brooms tonight
A zombie lawyer is quite a sight
It's Hallowe'en agin
Charlie Brown and Snoopy too
Get rocks as treats, I ask...do you?
Dressed as smurfs, all done in blue
It's Hallowe'en again
The smell of fall is in the air
Tonight the kids are out to scare
I stay downstairs like I'm not there
It's Hallowe'en again
Sep 24, 2012
Sep 24, 2012 at 7:28 PM UTC
Tuck me in and say goodnight
and everything will be alright
and all the pain can wait another
day
Close my door a little bit
and keep my snoopy nightlight lit
and I will tell myself that it’s
ok
If I wake, I don’t much care
The day renews the old nightmare
and sleep’s the only freedom
that I know
A sunny smile cannot hide
the emptiness I feel inside
The sadness that I pray they’ll
never know
I miss the childhood that I've lost
Those scars came at an awful cost
There’s no one to confide my
deepest fear
I am so tired and broken down
The world goes by without a sound
I feel much older than my seven
years...
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 5:14 AM UTC
Oopy Doopy, Super Sloopy.
Loopy snoopy, pants apoopy.
Lippy hippy, slippy dippy.
Nasty-nicey, normally snippy.
Loosey goosey, chocolate moussey.
Usually *** goofy as Gary Busey.
Hinky-stinky presidential *****
Winky-blinky, dangerously stinko.
Hippity hoppy, flippy-floppy
Get a mop, it never stops.
Laughy gaffe-y, riffy-raffy
Face as gross as rotten taffy.
Whammy-bammy, scary scammy
Mammy-jamming Uncle Sammy.
Lumpy-dumpy, far from humpy
******* up future jumpy bumpy.
Glossy boss, a frightful loss
Ungathered moss at twice the cost.
Serious gap while the country naps
****** sap giving us a slap.
Frightening nooses tightening,
Rights denied like summer lightning.
Ignoring Popes and Snopes
Hopeless dopes put us on the ropes.
Immune to our cries, elected guys
Make horrifying decisions most unwise.
Like black magic before all our eyes
We’re leaderless as freedom dies.
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
You became my convict,
a murderer of my happy days,
a cigar that I puffed the wrong way,
an terminal illness
that I would take no pill for,
my best deal to die
o'er a brokenheart,
my final destination
when I am lost and broke,
the reason to meet a tailor
for my suit,
to go into a coffin;
when you could have been
by my side
and into all that I ever dreamt about
as I planned rest of my life with you.
You could have been my Snoopy,
for I could have been your only
CharlieBrown.
You could have been my lover, my escort,
my bride hanging onto the other side of my lips.
Goodnight now, Mrs. Sanders!
Goodnight so long, so far!
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
You know those questions that you get
Like why is the sky blue?
The ones you can not answer
But, try to pass off that you do
Well I got one the other day
My son came up and said
What with Jesus and with Christmas
I told him...go to bed!
It's only three o'clock he said
Well...then...go and ask your mom
Dad, I already asked her and
you're where she said to come
I thought, my god, she owes me now
So, I told him, grab a seat
I figured I'd go down in flames
But, I'd fight in my defeat
He said, all the Christmas specials
talk of Christmas and that stuff
But, Rudolph, Garfield, Frosty
well, I think I've watched enough
Some talk of baby Jesus
Others talk of shops and toys
Why is Jesus linked to Christmas
And I answered him.....with poise
Jesus Christ, the son of God
came to earth in all his Glory
Now, go and read you bible
The games on...read the story
He trundled off, I thought I'd won
In an hour he returned
With that face, you know the one I mean
Dad...there's something that I learned
If Jesus Christ and Christmas
are tied together, as we see
Did they celebrate on Christmas Day
Before Christ turned thirty three?
I mean, was it Christmas for a reason
Or did it start once he was dead?
I thought, that's a good question
And it came from my boy's head
His mother brought hot chocolate
She still owed me, and she knew
that whatever payback I devised
would be multiplied by two
I said, son, the idea of true Christmas gifts
Dates to 313 A.D
Back to someone called Saint Nicholas
Santa Claus to you and m
The wise men came with presents
To celebrate the ****** birth
They celebrated the fact that God
had sent his son to earth
So, what does that have to do with snoopy
Rudolph, Jack Frost, my son said
I told him, read your bible
The story's there, no go to bed
He smiled and he hugged me
He said I think I know one part
It's that Christmas isn't presents
It's something you feel in your heart
It's a spirit of goodwill to man
And to all who you may meet
I said, yep...that's it
You've summed it up, maybe I should have a seat
So, Christmas isn't retail,
It can't be bought, it has no box
It's a feeling deep within you
though...this year I need some socks
It may have his name attached
But, true Christmas is defined
By our love for one another
and the love for all mankind
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
My cat goes MEOW
Expecting food
Runs around the yard
Catching mice
Gives us allergic reactions
Gets cranky in stormy weather
MEOW MEOW MEOW
The cat goes meow
What is his favourite food
Whiskas
Fancy feast
Snappy Tom
The cats of Australia
Have made their choice
Snappy Tom oh snappy Tom
MEOW MEOW MEOW
MEOW MEOW MEOW
MEOW MEOW MEOW
Says the mother cat
Who just gave birth to 7 little kittens
Butch
Brutus
Sooty
Lucky
Snoopy
Cuddles
Jade
MEOW MEOW MEOW
Enjoy your food
Little ***** cat
Sent from my iPhone
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 7:12 AM UTC
He gave me the look of "really, "really,
Scuffing his paws as if covering filth.
"What's a matter snoopy?
Then looking at me, raised an eyebrow
"Didn't know they could do that?
I went to rest my head and in a puddle it
Did land soaked fermenting upon my head.
"He was their licking his fangs,
I threw a slipper bouncing off the wall
Ricocheting and face planting me instead.
I changed my pillow cleaned my hair, and
Slumbering I once again rested my head.
"Scratch, scratch, scratch,
Morning awoke as I heard noises grating
Downstairs? I got a bat and in my white fronts
Edged down to find My EP player on.
"Hello anyone there, I know karate? "what,
A new word for scratching was born, whisks of
Clawed plastic on the floor. My best record now
Worthless recycle. And there he stood on the fire
Place his claws tapping in rhythm is what I saw.
From that day on I never gave him the cheap food
A lesson learnt, I thought I was the boss and he
Was just a pet. But a lesson learnt never *** off
Your feline friend there smarter than that.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
i will become extinct now
because the cows that i love
to eat and drink will have
no more grass to mow
leaving machine processed
foods for nourishment. eliminating
the use of my four-thousand dollar
orthodontic pretty white pearls and
find worth in the five-thousand
dollar allo-derm gum implants.
i will become extinct now as
my forty-year-old digestive
system in which has been pumping
iron exercises three times a day
testing it’s strength with an
8 ounce filet mignon will have
no use any longer so long
to my habitual adult grape
juice for the vines will have
no place to grow. soon they’ll be
powderized. they’ll capsulize my merlot.
i will become extinct now as
the sun sets but only
because it’s manufactured
like pirates of the caribbean
ride you don’t know you’re
inside. fake flames. fake heat.
fake sunsets which provoke my
deepest feelings. artificial now
emotions controlled to it’s
purest form snowboarding
on snoopy sno-cone creations.
replacing our creator with the
lastest inventions. i will
become extinct now.
for i cannot live this way
because my heart is real.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
Fly by night,
Or the seat of your pants
Hang on tight,
May I have the next dance?
Take a deep breath,
Or a load off your feet,
Hey pretty mama,
May I sit in this seat?
Snoopy and Sloopy and Sloop John B too
Don’t you know
I think I love you?
All night long,
Nothing else can compare
Mickey Mouse, Elvis, Frankie, Annette
Down on the corner, cool
Cigarette.
All grown up
With no where to go
I left it to ******
But he didn’t know
Wally and Eddie
Were out selling drugs
Popeye and Brutus
Were two vicious thugs.
In the Fifities and Sixties:
It was hard to keep up
“They” fed us the Kool Aid
We drank from the cup.
Kent State and Woodstock
And a man on the moon,
Kaleidoscope childhood,
Ended too soon.
Phil Lindsey 9/16/15
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
From a room away
I thought Snoopy’s
high-pitched growls
and vocalizations
were the screams
of the Zuni
fetish doll
in Trilogy of Terror.
I was very excited.
But now it’s children
using polysyllabic
words
which just reminds me
of when I lived
in Park Slope.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
For some reason
I remember Snoopy
—Don't ask me why
For I couldn't tell you—
I remember the Snoopy t-shirt
She wore
And that I got really excited
Because I love Snoopy
It's strange
What you remember
What bits and pieces you keep
I remember her reading
Shyly spilling words at the front of the room
And everyone
—Everyone—
Leaning in to hear
That soft, enchanting voice
I remember keys
Lots and lots of keys
A whole hand of them, in fact
An art project I watched emerge
As she wielded a hot glue gun
It's mostly the poetry I remember
—And her smile
But who doesn't?—
I can see her standing at the mic
Enthralling her audience
Mesmerizing them
Keeping them hanging on her every word
She was a star
There was no doubt
A poetic star
We talked through her poetry once
Tweaked it here and there
Changed some tenses
Fixed some commas
But most importantly
We decided
That when "night sloughed off its veil"
It should be day
Once more
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 6:33 PM UTC
The birds visiting me
Now I don’t feed.
Blame it on my cats’ greed!
Doel, bulbul, myna
All having fallen prey to
These snoopy lurky hyena!
These petty filthy abductors
Prowling pouncing predators
Have everything that takes
To break my feathered friends’ necks!
Now I know it does them no good
Birds coming in lure of my food
And be bitten and eaten!
I no more feed
The cats’ greed.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
you seem more sure of what you think of me
then of who you are and want to be
long lonely days makes you feel
the warmth of my breath
feel real, realizing you have been hiding
from the pleasures of life
inside and out
you scream and shout
i don't want to be alone
clinging to me
like static to a balloon
hugging at every surface passing
promising me this is lasting
but it is to soon to say
if its started, or if its a haze
slow down my dear friend
we have a long way tell the end
and no way to know
where we will go
and happy always changes
chin up butter cup
snoopy has a friend.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC
in the 80s and 90s we had a cat named snoopy, who was a very cute cat
we bought him with another cat named fluffy who ran away to die back in the 80s
and probably reincarnated into someone else, you see snoopy probably hated
my yelling at my parents, and despite me being very nice to him up close
he probably me yelling at my mum and dad, and snoopy was worried about
what could happen to him next, you see i was drinking pretty heavily and i had
multipersonality disorder and i was very wild, and despite snoopy not noticing
it in me, my mum and dad surely noticed it, you see i was missing people in my life
and snoopy found it hard to cope and eventually was struggling and died, but snoopy
didn’t stop living and he reincarnated as chazz petrel, who was a troubled kid with autism and
mental illness, and he was determined to show me one day what i looked like to his previous life
snoopy cat, you see chazz brought on violence to his family as well as bringing on problems
you see chazz was in and out of institutions and was bullied a few times and he suffered a lot
apparently his parents were dealing with a lot of trauma, like my parents were dealing with a lot from me
and chazz was determined that he won’t die straight away, he really wanted me to understand
that fighting parents is wrong, because the only problem is chazz was a kid who suffered a lot
and snoopy was releasing problems that i showed mum and dad, but sometimes snoopy realised
that he was too restless for a cat, and he had to release his negative energy he got from me
you see in the year 2014,, just after chazz’s 12th birthday, chazz took his own life on august 31
and chazz was saying, this is stupid, and now chazz has reincarnated as the youngest puppy on
the youtube family bratayley and as the puppy ran around he was running off aggression from
chazz, it is not good that chazz had died and it’s not good i put snoopy through all that pain
but i feel that soul has been calmed almost ready to prepare for nirvana, mending each blade of grass
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
In the middle was Evelyn
Shyly peeping out
In front was James
And behind Rose.
She hang up her coat
On a red metal peg
Put her snoopy box
In the wire basket.
Then Breton cried
For her Mummy
And was comforted
By Miss Petershore.
All the children
Played outside
On the grassy slopes
It was fun.
Evelyn liked her day
Did a picture
Of her family
It was put on the wall.
At three-thirty
Parents collected
She pushed into daddy
With a big smile.
Love Grandma xxxx
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
You pass the gryphon house,
mythology perched atop like Snoopy,
And pick a lemefruitange from the
omni-citrus tree, and
You cross the threshold onto the
marshmallow carpeting of my brain, and
My monkey heart leads you by the hand
to the furtive frenzy of my
butterfly garden lungs, and
Through my eyes, you watch a movie
while a unicorn makes ice cream
on the comfy sofa of my
stereophonic
laugh . . . .
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
Hello little ***** cat
How are you today
I am fine I am fine
But won't you let me play
I love little ***** cats
They are cute you see
They have names like
Tiger and spike and snoopy and fluffy
I talk to my ***** cat every single night
And I say
Hello mr ***** cat
How are you today
I am fine I am fine
But won't you let me play
Then the little ***** cat
Gets very tired
Ya know running around the yard catching mice and birds
He comes in and eats up all his
Whiskas and then after that
The little ***** cat will have a
Play inside and fall asleep
And then you say
Hello little ***** cat
How are today
I am fine I am fine
But won't you let me sleep
The ***** cat will sleep
And dream of something big
Like the biggest mouse that
This ***** cat has ever seen
You see the only way to catch it
Was to pounce on it fast
In which he did because it was just a dream
And you will say
Hello mr ***** cat
How are you today
I am fine I am fine
But won't you let me dream
Meow meow meow
Won't you let me play
Won't you let me sleep
Won't you let me dream
Meow said the ***** cat
Saying where's my food
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
When I die please don't cry for me:
My happiest moments in the flesh
Was getting to spend the time with each of you.
My time I was given, I hope was fruitful and beneficial to all of you.
So when I die please don't cry for me.
I serve my Lord in the best way I know how, by loving and caring for each and everyone of you.
So when I die please don't cry for me.
I spend my time just the way I want to. Making smiles and making friends, loving all of you.
So when I die please don't cry for me.
But know that my love will always be with you, that my soul will be at peace because I lived my life for all of you.
So when I die please don't cry for me.
But love me still, carry me in your heart and share my memory by the love I gave to all of you.
So when I die please don't cry for me.
I will die not in vain, because the life I live does not belong to me. But to my Father in Heaven who has called me to come home.
Peace unto you
Forever in my prayers, Forever in my heart.
By Pi Snoopy 00:48 06/27/2014
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
I just want to write because I want you to read
And all the old stuff is the older me
But my words are jamming
Underneath the keys
Running jumbled mess
That fails to expain my feelings
I don’t quite have the words to say
I love the way you stay
But don’t cage me in
The way you claim to like me
But haven’t quite dove in
How you talk and talk
Knowing that I’ll listen
And how you seem so sweet
So very genuine
Stay the same
Never change
Snoopy n his house
Simple loving life
Open hands
Open heart
Smile lifes to short.
Apr 16, 2013
Apr 16, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
Blue Snoopy mugs and dark black coffee. You smile and I sip. I fling windows open to clean the inside air. It is negative degrees outside but in my bed we wake up sweaty. Bananas and pomegranate green tea, we read late into the night. Not unusually, I am alternating between euphoria and crises every few hours; the weight of existence is immeasurable. You explain the biology of monkeys and how we choose who our children become. I wonder about who I have become. We lay on the pink and the blue rugs and your body lowers slowly onto mine. You say you want a life centered around this; I say I agree. My head is too full of you to say anything more. I rub lavender and chamomile oil over my chest. I think of it when I walk outside and wonder if I am as much a part of the earth as I want to be. You kiss my neck from behind and bring me back. I am always coming and going.
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC