"stooge" poems
Byron and I play
The All Topics Open.
Eighteen holes
Invariably draws nostalgic.
Byron mentioned he went to the WWF in Detroit.
I sliced into a childhood memory
Of midgets at Cobo Hall:
Cobo Hall, Saturday Night. Be there!
Byron started pitching old wrestlers and holds:
Leaping Larry Shane, great with the Anaconda Vice;
Killer Kowalski vs. Bobo Brazil, pinned by the Crucifix and Abdominal Stretch;
**** the Bruiser* tagging with The Sheik
To defeat Gorgeous George and Crybaby McCarthy.
Byron went on in detail, with tabernacle authority:
“It was a Bear Hug that quickly swung in to a Quarter,
then Half,
then Full Nelson;
Crybaby bounced off a knee,
Was driven to the mat and pinned
By a Front Sleeper.”
(Jimmy's newborn picture faded in,
and the pose he naturally struck
baby arms
cocked like a sideshow muscle man
Daddy quipped: **** the Bruiser*.
I was Leaping Larry Shane.
Daddy quipped: Larry the Stooge.
I didn't see that move)
Byron was intense. I could hear, but
I was zoning.
Crybaby and Front Sleeper dazed me.
How time Venns.
I was pinned today.
I recognized the feeling.
Tagged, then pinned by
The inescapable
Baby Nelson.
You know the hold.
On your back.
Baby on chest, face down.
Pinned.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Alexander K Opicho
(Eldoret, Kenya;[email protected])
With audacious openness
Let me accept substantial lot of men folk
When it comes to efforts in love,
Most are misfortunate.
Every time they dare to built
Affiliative bonding for love
With beauties beheld
By their limited eyes
The invincible whirling spell
Of fortune’s fool
Beguile them forlornly
Down the social abyss of time,
I and my type not an exception to the club
Of the guys who swallowed misfortune
Like the dog of Theodore erotokorostos
Does to a piece of bone
In poetic obscurantism
Of the corruptible simple souls
Obtaining their pathetic lot from ***** and wine,
In the first trial I chanced on a neurotic peasant,
In the second trial I chanced on turn to be henpecked,
On the third trial I chanced on a beautiful paranoid,
My fourth trial chanced me a deadly stooge,
My fifth trial gave me the worst blow
As I forlornly chanced on the time’s public commoner,
My sixth trial makes me chicken
Had it not been poetic audacity
That makes me brave to chew in public
The lot of my misfortune as I recall
The bitter sweetness of chancing on
A beautiful epileptic kleptomaniac,
My tired trial in the waned efforts
Chanced me a lesbian with insignificant bisexuality,
O! I now tire off from misfortunes of love
With a last black chance on a neurotic money-maniac,
And this is the silent lot of men
In their usual efforts to fulfill their dreams of love.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
What does a Prince
have in common with some fake stooge
pretending to be an Asian in Mumbai
but for oxygen
Prince doesn't need a Chia Wallah
and they belong to differing caste
stay below as you've always been
you are not important
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 7:28 AM UTC
I lost the warmth of the afternoon sun. - A corporate stooge
Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 10:22 AM UTC
When he speaks, I hear the sound,
a president who's been around
speaking of the wife with cankle
not that she could care to rankle
Yo, BT, he fights for freedom
Rocky would be pleased to meet him
late at night when lights are lunar
on the road back home, a crooner
fools rush in, no longer Bing
the king of rock, old Pop can sing
a whispered line from any song
but suddenly I'm in the wrong
and one tough stooge I hear he bought a
tommy gun, and "why I oughta"
tell you something you don't know
it's Ahnold Schwanal ** dee doe
and then another voice will join
it's Raymond with his tenderloin
this sailor's gal has quite a name
he cooks his spinach in the same
a wealthy man on distant isle
who's wife is Lovey, makes me smile
Every single voice he's got
is good but when he's best it's not
the person he'll impersonate
but his own voice...it's getting late
but wait, there's more, but I am spent
on telling of the way it went
or so it goes and what'll come
the truth is, well, I love the ***
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 12:48 PM UTC
---:$:---:$:---
There he goes
the Democrat's fool
the Republican's stooge
a New Order tool
He thinks his candidate
tells the truth
He's heading for the
voting booth
There she goes
those lies are glib
her female hero
promotes Woman's Lib!
For corporate governance
they're all in
They got that
Jolly Roger Grin!
There they stand
The brave Senators
The political nightmare
Dogs and curs
You're out of work
and in a jam?
Just email your
Congressman!
As far as our
Fearless Leaders go
they're no better
they're politicos
For corporate governance
they're all in
They got that
Jolly Roger Grin!
At the end of our rope
we choke and dance
but we keep our
political stance
We listen to their
clever quips
kissing babies
with rotting lips
But they are poisoning
the water we drink
the air we breathe
C'mon folks!
THINK!
We have power!
We have might!
We gotta think!
We gotta fight!
The Constitution's
eroding away!
The Bill of rights?
Ha! Gone today.
In the end
We could WIN!
There's 99 of US to only
ONE OF THEM
For corporate governance
they're all in
They got that
Jolly Roger Grin
SoulSurvivor
(C) 2/17/2015
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
(i)
decide!
(i)
----------
(i)
try
to .........?
decide!
i try
to decide
-------
be a man
be a stooge
a man or a stooge
______
"i love you"
stupid!
i can t love
til i decide
-----
(i)
--------
sitting quietly
love is here
---------
love
----
love decides
that i am a man
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
Wearing glasses completely out of visions
He is the man not for all seasons
Always surrounded by crooks and pigeons
Chosen for the post with all wrong reasons
Haywire, chaos and panic on all positions
Forever smirking on his thoughtless decisions
10 percent to 100 percent, guilty of social treasons
Harder on Mohammedans but soft on Freemasons
Apparently deaf and dumb, indifferent on honest opinions
Democracy had a glitch but not for future selections
Wearing glasses completely out of visions
He is the man not for all seasons
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
Daddy Longlegs was sitting on his net and browsing through his past
He wanted to do something which would make him big pretty fast
He looked around and saw a fly buzzing around
Suddenly his brain was shaken by ideas abound
Hi said Daddy longlegs, it’s nice to see you miss fly
Do come to my web and give it a try
I am well aware of my ill reputation
That is why am sending you an open invitation
Bring in media if you still have some doubts
I hope it will douse your fears if you have them as scouts
Hesitant at first the fly still agreed to meet
She never knew a spider can be so generous and sweet
Fly was warned of spider’s ill intentions and of the agendas hidden
But isn’t there a charm in exploring the forbidden!
I will bring in some reporters said the confident fly
That should take care of the spider’s greed and make him shy
In front of a huge crowd fly stepped in on the web
Daddy longlegs grabbed the fly before she could ebb
Crunch munch he ate the fly in front of the crowd so huge
People were shocked but still stood like a stooge
Daddy longlegs was arrested later and sent to a jail
Where he wrote a book on life in prison and law being frail
The book generated lot of interest and became a best seller
It got lot of publicity as it was written by a spider so Heller
Daddy got pardoned as fly knowing all willingly fell in his trap
Hence it was declared a suicide and the case against him was scrapped
I guess dark is alluring as Daddy’s website has become quite a hit
But there are people who throng the site just for the silken threads and their steely grit.
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC
Whispering winds, rustle weeping willows,
were the corpses, and sorrow lie.
Winding beaten roads,
broke from the artery of cluttered existence.
Landing me in what reality?
Rattling minds, in longing whoa
anamnesis, horror,love denied.
Skeletons emerge,
of the forgotten foes, and mystic secrets
the world sought not to see.
Clustered hoards galloping to their doom.
Essence ripped away, by cloven hoof.
Relevant ramble from a vagrant drunken stooge.
Whisk away by the dramatic exchange of a loon.
Echoing memories bombarding the senses.
Landing me in what reality?
Echoing voices carried through hallways
were sorrow, and corpses lie.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
You never knew your stooges, did you?
Never paid your dues
Never brayed your lone wolf howl
Never even knew which moon to send it to
Sharp of razor not felt
As it cuts meat
Drawing no blood
You should have got to know them
Stooges have a lot to teach
When they wield the blade
To cut meat
The flesh is severed
And the lesson learned
You really should have listened to them
For now the time has come
When the blood becomes vital
The razor selfish, thirsty enough on it's own
All those little pithy ideas that run amok in your brainstormed heart
They do you no good
They cut no meat
The twinkling stars and light bulbs bursting in your imagination
As a new idea is born only to be cast into the furnace
Given up on, no chance
A dud
Third trimester abortion
Tapped it's head just as it poked it's way through the door
No need for another one
Defective products
It only wears you down
******* on the memory of the last one
That proved to be worth a ****
Born 25 years ago, already on it's death bed
But your's
Straight from your soul
Arranged on a plate with a charming garnish of parsley
Soul food from the ghetto
Where hungry mouths don't get fed
You'd think they would devour your gift
As their hunger burns
But rather to learn how to steal
But rather to learn how to fight
Than a single disgusting taste
Of anything you have to offer
From a mind
Soft and cushioned
Spoiled and molding
Too weak to ever understand what it means
To survive
Barely able to get by, this is what it's worth
All it's worth, and no more
Something you might have known
Had you learned something from stooges
How to cut meat
Jan 6, 2012
Jan 6, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
I, mere minion and Russophile gremlin
subversive, Putinista, right-wing stooge
take my orders from God and the Kremlin.
Trust me (in Russian). We're going to be YUGE.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
in the midst of powperpoint slides,
smart analyses and flash drives
stacked with loose facts and projections,
I mentally noted my objections
~ but never opined overtly...~
the mission colored green reigned supreme
to every white-collared stooge in the room
blinded by perks lavish and obscene,
we failed to heed that patented prologue of doom
~ how culpable were we....~
sales and profits grew by tens of millions;
stock prices drove bulls to record highs;
gross revenues ballooned into the billions
on the thrilling spin of blue pills and true lies
~ o....what a ride....~
but three stooges blew the infamous whistle
spilling the beans from soup to nuts;
and the feds flexed their regulatory muscle
flipping my gravy train from boom to bust
~ the end ~
~ P
(8/3/2013)
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
God is no God that seeth only in
The day but gropeth about at night
God is no God that giveth goats
But collecteth comely cows as tithe
God is no God that is unwise
A sort of sucker, stooge and *****
God is no God that knoweth not wrong
From rigth regardless of what's done
God is no God that simply scorneth
And scoffeth at a sinful fall
God is no God that despiseth
A croaky voice or a hollering call
God is no God that doth not help
That succoureth nay in sorrow
God is no God that doth not care
That expresseth no empathy over a woe
God is no God that's carried up and
Down like Dagon, like a dumb toy
God is no God that taketh away
Manhood to become a killjoy
Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Twenty eighteen has come and gone,
And all I can say is, What a year!
That twenty nineteen will also be
Just as crazy is crystal clear.
Mass shootings once again
Shook the country, taking a toll
On all of us, and yet very little
Has been done about gun control.
Always the center of controversies,
Trump again tried to assuage
The public by pleading ignorance
When Stormy Daniels took center stage.
Then we learned that Trump had paid
Hush money to flings at least TWICE
In hopes to secure his chances of winning
The twenty sixteen election. How nice!
A lot of Trump's team have left
Through the admin's revolving door,
Always mired in controversy.
There are bound to be many more.
Trump has proved he loves his tyrants
More than he loves our allies and friends.
Ignoring advice from experts, he'll do
Whatever Putin recommends.
Hurricanes caused major flooding;
California was ravaged by fires.
Yet dire warnings go unheeded
By stalwart climate change deniers.
The separation of families seeking
Asylum showed a callous side
Of Trump and his team, whose inhumane
Actions cannot be denied.
Year two of investigations…
Manafort, Gates, Cohen, and Flynn
Are talking more, while the walls
Around Donald Trump are closing in.
Meanwhile Trump continues to lie.
There's no end to his subterfuge.
How many lies? Eight thousand?
And Giuliani plays his stooge.
Kavanagh got a Supreme Court seat
After a sham investigation,
Which shows how Trump maintains the belief:
What's good for Trump is good for the nation.
November saw a welcome blue wave
Sweep through the House. Such a delight!
This should end Nunes' obstruction
Of justice. There will be oversight!
We lost three prominent people:
Barbara and George Bush and McCain.
Very few members of
The old Republican guard remain.
Trump cannot stop harping on
His WALL--a waste of money and time.
With our crumbling infrastructure,
Building his "wall" would be a crime.
What will the New Year bring forth?
Perhaps an indictment? Perhaps an arraignment?
Since Trump loves to be the star,
THAT'S what I'd call entertainment!
-by Bob B (1-1-19)
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:56 PM UTC
where a dollar separates you from being broke
or rued some fellar' stealin' your broad.
down the blue collar road in the land
of Alabam' ?
ever been a shill for a thief or the cuckolded
ole stooge standin' in the wake of the love
hurricane?
Ever noticed another man's woman?
Or tried to pet his dog when he was gone?
Stole a glance at some beauty,
way outside your reach?
Been immobile no phone or
wherewithal wet breeches and droopy
jowled, alone in Mobile?
But the skies are so blue,
the song said it true.
Down in Alabam'
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
filled with pleasant praises, add to the noise
outsiders merely hear a clanging gong
misguided stooge, highest priority poise
broken, segmented; melodious song
pitchy, discordant, strident, jumbled throng
cackle, not laughter; like nails on chalkboard
screeching halt, hacked lung, dissonant ding-dong
novice strum, harsh ring, disagreeing chord
overpoweringly awful, not dexterously ignored
discrepant dichotomy, add worldly confusion
you learned disciples, jarringly shored
bash uncomfortable jangles, chime the delusion
like the bells in your tower, you inharmonious bunch
wanderers offput by your lazy, Sunday punch
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
They did it they really did it,
Can you believe it, can it be true;
My folks are angry, their passions lit
One voice united, this act the glue.
Little they know the hornets’ nest
They've now unleashed upon themselves,
They may well smirk at their cute start,
But I'm the ogre, they the elves.
To raid my home, a line now crossed
They truly think I'll cower in fear,
My cannons out, all fairness tossed,
I'll strike and torch all they hold dear.
Biden's a joke, a simple stooge,
A patsy by any other name,
This thing they did, I'll make it huge,
The best of gifts to fuel my fame.
A few more years to wait and scheme
To win it all and wipe their smirk,
Then watch the wokes just wail and scream,
As they observe our handy work.
Revenge is great, it drives my life
Cross me and watch for what comes next,
I can be sweet, just ask my wife
As to my foes such pain they won’t expect.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 3:27 PM UTC
Mistakes, ones not of their own, that taunt them to this day.
Some sips down the throat and those visions grow bearable, blurry.
Times have changed them, times have changed me.
Rips in their only pants, holes in their hammy down shirts.
Broken soles on the shoes they've had for years,
substance in their systems for longer than that.
Terrors in their heads, worry keeping em up in their bed.
Feeling lonely and empty, empty handed and still giving.
Unsure if their life is even worth living.
Things are harder than they seem, can you blame them? Can you blame me?
A stooge off the side of the road, from the place they decided to roam.
A broken lighter in a pocket, in the other- what no one knows.
Their bruised skin rapidly wearing thin, their eyes caving in.
A life no one chooses but is shown,
one you only venture into when you end up alone.
Left with the invading thoughts,
doing things they've never forgot.
You can't relate until you see, you can't blame them, you can't blame me.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
She had her subordinates step back a moment,
Sheathed their fangs and returned to her side,
It was unseemly to slay a foe without presenting an offer,
To stand at grace's side.
You did well, my entitlement has seen better days, I dare say it is beyond saving,
She spoke beyond her years, as if they were already acquainted.
Who are you? John boldly demanded,
I have no reason to answer that question, better that you remain ignorant,
Lest I become a monster.
I see you've been studying Sharin's songs for many years,
You're all quite good, spent your whole lives practicing no doubt,
I could use people of such talent under my wing for you see,
I have a stooge surplus.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 8:21 PM UTC
Yesterday, there was a cloud and the cloud was turning
Today there were more, and the ounce kept burning
Some bar in Hamburg and dreams of punching Atatürk
The sister wasn't **** no paper, seven X's
It wasn't a good time, it was a shoddy paper bar
The redneck ************ was the one who turned a star
But oh no
An axolotl with the body of a flying serpent
This is urgent, a full body of the color verdant
Learning the choreography of a murderer of burdens
The static and manic idiosyncracy of skin men
The bodies of three legends accounted to ten
But there was no reception or action back then
But who knows?
The calling of a tender serving drinks to no end
Many friends to attend to and mend the hearts
There were children who drank like worrywarts
And the shortened query of lines was eerie
Peering, they're steering like he was hearing
Some sudden tale of questionable origins in there
The fact that it's all the same **** with no name
Makes it the same old hat, the same old game
A dream of millenia ago when there was no fame
The only person booing was some swollen lame
But it's life and life is strange
How do you change the way you change the way you feel
Rotted brains that don't feel no feel, they steal
But time heals, so time equals no wounds and that's why
Why they wish to live forever on a never-ending ******
But then comes Life-ender, the scythe, ember, mender
And it's all over, no one's sober on this Rolls Royce
Range Rover, said Herbert Hoover the awful goober
And now it's all **** and there stood the stooge
A fool made of reed and a tool made of keys
But what for were keys when there's no doors in need
No trusty steed to ask for the **** or mead
Who knew that life would be so hard indeed
It's that two story fall that doesn't ****
It made them fall ill and lie still for a fill
Of this endless bucket made of Kengo's will
There was a silhuetto of a rusted stilleto
It was well kept like Velcro in a safe or the pocket
Of the dog from Kesto, that ******* he pictured it
Some poor animal and made it sit on the cover forever
That made it sever from reality and come back never
But that's a tale for another lever to pull
Or the fool with another drink in their hands
And a bit of food, delightfully canned or a machine
That was manned by a man who was made of sand
All there's left is a question I've always had
What if I was the cloud, and the cloud was dead?
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
Eight of us sat at the table that night,
Rehashing the news,
Retelling the plots,
Familiar voices singing old songs;
Getting it right.
Between hors d'oeuvres and bottles,
One wife remarked,
She wished her husband
To be better read.
To us who knew her,
She said better bred.
A point best kept
Within her head,
Silent and unsaid.
He turned red,
The goodly man and dad,
A lad who could build
From ethereal prints in his head.
I could feel the company's dread.
He pushed his chair out,
Stood sturdy and stable,
Looked at the company
Sitting full round his table:
*I can't read or write too good,
I'd be a Stooge in Hollywood,
Don't believe she said it in spite,
For forty years she's been my wife.
She knows I'll never change my ways,
She says things just to hear her voice*.
Then sat with his elbows back on the table.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
I'm shy but I can be rude
I'm direful but I can be thoughtful
I'm stooge but I can also be a subjugator
Instead
I prefer to be inarticulate
To be the best of a person I can become
To live in Gods image as I was made by the Father Almighty
But never to be a snide.
May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
While Matthew and his timid protector watched.
Sharin burned with her tears.
Inside the conflagration, behind waves of blackened heat and bitter smoke.
An ongoing mockery of lady-hood held a plump prisoner before her feet.
He vowed in vain to serve the venom queen as yet another faceless stooge.
Lucky for him she wouldn't suffer the company of anymore idiots.
Battered and humbled he wore a defiant smirk.
She'd remark later how he appeared to welcome his death.
Not everyone enjoys the company of one as glorious as myself.
That dress cast aside the darkened hue it obtained.
The scent of smoke didn't cling nor did the stench of shed tears run down its length.
For you see.
She has no remorse left in her.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC