"thumper" poems
So This... “ Cancel Culture “...
Now Seems To Be Structured...
To... RESTRICT Numbers...
And Now Be The CONDUCTOR... !!!
of What Folks Say And What Gets Played...
Via TV Or Stage And WHO Gets Paid...
As If THEY Are Some SPECIAL Class...
Who Know How Far Free Speech Should Go... !?!
But It Seems As Though They’re A Little LATE... !!!
Where EXACTLY Were They When The... KKK...
Used To ****** Slaves Just Because of Their Race... !!!
Oh, Because These Days,
Things Have REALLY Changed...
Are These People INSANE...
And NOT Using Their Brains... ?!?
Because We STILL Have SLAVES... !!!
And Heads Who CLEARLY Want To DICTATE...
Are They Cancelling THEM...
Or Doing What THEY SAY... !?!
Or Just Causing PROBLEMS...
Over Gender And Race... ?!?
Well Some It Now Seems...
Who’ve Made BIG MONEY... !!!
Are UNCOMFORTABLE With...
Them... CANCELLING... !!!
When It Comes To Free Speech...
And Indeed The Arts Because of Policies...
That Seem To STINK Like FARTS... !!!
Have They Cancelled BOMBS...
Or RACIST... Sitcoms...
Oh Yes NOW They Have... !!!
AFTER These Shows Have...
Made PLENTY of CASH...
And Been Shown Across Lands...
... INTERNATIONALLY... !!!
On TV’s AND Indeed BIG SCREENS... !!!
REPEATEDLY For The World To See...
So Where Have They Been... ?!?
BEFORE Gender Themes...
And... INEQUALITIES...
Became The Very Fabric of SOCIETIES... ?!?
Where APPARENTLY...
... EVERYBODY Was FREE...
To Be Who They Wanna Be...
Well That’s A FALLACY...
That’s NOT REALITY... !!!
Just Like PIPE DREAMS... !!!
Oh But SUDDENLY... !!!
These New CANCEL POLICE...
Are CANCELLING...
And Now DAMAGING... !!!
The Careers of Those...
Who WON’T Be Controlled... !!!
Like Those Who Speak...
What They Want... FREELY... !!!
So They Can CANCEL ME... !!!
Cos That’s How I NOW BE... !!!
NOT Some HUMAN SHEEP...
For Them To Shepherd And Keep...
In Some PENITENTIARY...
Just Because of Free Speech...
That DOESN’T Tread... “ Lightly “...
Cos’ I ALREADY KNOW...
How... CANCELLING Goes... !!!
Because It’s Really Not New...
It’s What Censors Do... !!!
But Here’s Some TRUTH...
To UPSET Their Crews... !!!
It’s One Rule For THEM...
But NOT The Same For You... !!!
If You’re NOT ONE...
Who’ll Keep Your Mouth SHUT...
To APPEASE These Teams...
Who Now Want TOTAL CONTROL... !!!
That’s Just The Way That The Story Now Goes...
NO Bambi Or THUMPER To Be Some Foot Drummer... !!!
Just A Breed of Vultures...
Now Willing To PUNCTURE...
Careers Like BAD Plumbers... !!!
Whose Force Has A Cause...
Now Trying To ENFORCE..
What Should Be Put ASUNDER...
This... TRULY RIDICULOUS... !!!
..... “ Cancel Culture “..... !!!
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
There once lived a family of rats, caught up in wires and tubes and they probably thought they had it good until
the car started.
That car’s air conditioning smelled like death stench for weeks, until we
got it looked at.
Who knew we killed a family, who knew they ate their way under the hood,
who knew we killed a family and they reminded us of it for weeks.
——
My mother and father killed my dog, barely big enough to not be called a puppy anymore,
they ran over her,
as she slumbered in the tall weeds and grasses of a field.
——
We had a chicken named Thumper, his body grew big but his head never did,
and he teetered and tottered on ballerina pointed feet, and
the other roosters wanted to
eat him alive.
When we sacrificied him,
my parents plucked his back,
and they saw that his skin was a green-purple secret,
hidden by a humpback and so
many feathers.
——
Our third horse got caught in the river.
Big Mama got caught in Little River.
I guess it’s not surprising when big things die when they get caught in little things.
——
The coyotes got the rest of the chickens.
——
The rattlesnakes almost got the rest of the horses.
——
Most people don’t know that farm-fresh eggs are covered in blood.
——
We had two of the largest, ugliest geese.
They flew away.
——
The cat died under the hot tub,
we couldn’t find her for days.
——
The forest is always a graveyard,
is always hallowed ground,
is where we buried the animals.
Then they built a subdivision.
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC
The Earth trembled
As the rabbits marched down
With strange twisted muskets
and fangs in their Cowles.
You can hear the cry’s of crows lost crowds
who have obviously sent them around
to hop one by one
to lead you into the cold lonely ground
Where you can only watch
As the works of man
Are razed to the ground
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 8:18 AM UTC
Pumpa ..pumpa thats all i do
can you hear it .ill give you a clue
stinka ..smelly...parpety parp
that what it sounds like when i do f@#t
see the smog as i open the door
parpety parp ..pumping galore
beans and cabbage help me along
lots of ale ...trumpety trump
pukka pie or chilli kerbab ..
parpety parp...gives me a smile
pumping trumping thats all i do
wind from me **** ill give you a clue
sounds like a whale from miles away
trumper thumper.. parpety parp
sbd's are part of me aim
but a parp is a much better game
brussel ..stuffing give it me now
parpety parp ..trumpety trump
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
So every morning my dad fixes coffee and I drink some.
I sit at my desk,
Catching up with everything that I missed over the night.
I pick up my coffee cup,
When it gets above my upper thigh,
I have no idea what I did...
But I spilled a few drops on my lucky Thumper pajama pants.
"Dang it..."
I take a sip..
Then set the cup back down
On the cup's way to my desk..
I spill some coffee on my right foot..
"Grrr..."
I set the coffee cup down a little harder...
And it goes over on my mouse-pad.
I glare at the cup..
This cup has always been nice to me,
I don't know why it isn't now.
So about five minutes later I pick the cup back up again
And once again once it is over my thigh,
Coffee spills over in the same spot.
I take a sip, set the cup down, and look at my pants..
"My Thumper pants are going to have a coffee stain on it."
Still aggravated with my coffee and my cup,
I pick it back up again...
While the cup is in my hand is take a different route to my mouth..
It's almost to my mouth when it drops some more coffee on my pants and pajama shirt...
So here I am in my school clothes,
With left over coffee in the cup..
Afraid to drink it.
I take a sip and I don't spill anything...
I have come to this conclusion:
The coffee and the cup hated my Thumper pants and my tank top.
That was my morning, this morning.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
A couple wuz beading up
for a chi chi day
She drunkenly laughed
**** stained her dress
A olive skin woman
in golden glitter pasties
Offered neon *** shots
near 10 in the morning
A chubby girl dressed
in a black fishnet body suit
selling face paintings
while her supple *******
Jiggled in your face
A black man occupied
A most different plain
Sat behind two chess boards
wasn't gettin paid
Two SAP cars parked
At Royal Sonesta curb
idling to taxi exec sappers
back to the friendly skies
****** whippin glitter girl
Shakin her money maker
Lookin hard at her wares
What the hell she sellin?
Across the street
miked up bible thumper
Doin his groove thing
Raged against the ***** show
Ca ching ca ching ca ching
I ducked a bity bee
Flying at my face
I'm walkin Bourbon
Full of mighty grace
Hard Rock Guys
selling cannabis lollis
crowded corners bumpin
Ain't no trollies
boom box blastin
back beat samples
Who Dat Jazz?
muskrat rambles
Three card monte
Obstructive beggers
Kids banging on
5 gallon drums
Gimme a dime mister
Louie Armstrong Park
Congo Square
Where it at?
Gotta get there
***** Glitter still barking
Mardi ****** Gras tees
Snapchat Me Your *****
Ducked another bee
Kid put his two pails
In mid of the rue
Gotta pay the toll
Whatcha gunna do?
Music:
Mardi Gras Music
From NOLA Notes
2/18/17
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
Driving along
What's that I smell
The daily delight
Of the latest roadkill
From raccoons to possums
In this flattened cuisine
As vultures take lunches
On this finest of dining
Call us the critter getters
Crossing over our paths
Taking them out
As they scurry this way and that
From Bambi to Thumper
And all their forest friends
It does make you wonder
Who you'll run into next
We'll even take out the curious
Who wander on
To that portion of blacktop
To see what's going on
From teetotaling turtles
To slithering snakes
There's not a creature out there
That we won't pancake
So check out the roadkill
If there's still twitch after the thump
Hurry in back
And toss it into the trunk
Because down in the South
There ain't no one can say
That any of us country folk
Let a thing go to waste
Below the Mason Dixon line
If it's fresh enough
We'll take it home ya'll
And have it for lunch
As long as it's fried
There ain't a thing
With cheese grits on the side
That we won't eat
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
Singe the bellowing esteem of nonentity:
The thumper of a silhouette.
In your deed you sink down,
From the dangling second of hate.
The more you have been, the less you were;
Hues of a figure,
That crawls behind your back.
The more you got, the less you had,
As the evanescence smothered the moment to death.
From a crack of noise, the light slithers through,
Don't shed a voice, for a silhouette it hums to.
Solace of shade outlined upon the dust,
As the pavements merge into the crowds,
Dont shed a voice for it passes on through; With a crack of noise, the ache breaks in two.
As the moments pass, a lullaby inebriates the silhouette,
From those moments on, hues of a figure sleeps behind your back.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
you're in pain
you cried yourself to sleep
and woke up with tears
they covered your pillow
dampened your hair
knowing this
i'm like a hummingbird on steroids
or Thumper on crack
i'm buzzing that i can't hold you
or dry your tears
pent up energy
i can't get to you
my muscles shake
with the effort of not just
running to you
over the water
however i can
i need to get to you
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
Appalachian Alchemists
Weaving Gold from farmer's grist
Whiskey Stills
and Copper Pills
Magick Wyrm cools vapor mists
Shine down from a Whiskey Moon
Silver Gift and Nature's Boon
Corn Cob Wands
and Thumper Pots
Mountain Spells from Summers' June
Lightning flash in jar of White
Burning Soul, distilled delight
Mountain Streams
yield Moonshine Beams
Corn-fed Wizards, dark of night
Wisdom cast in Silver hues
Blessing born of Mountain Dews
Love's Desire
from Smoke and Fire
Ancient kin-folk's hidden brews
Inspiration Distillate
Poet's Draught, inebriate
Charcoal Casks
and Secret Flasks
Of this Spirit, Celebrate
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Conversation has become
A chain of phrases, one by one.
Motions are rehearsed in song
Like YouTube Comments, in the wrong.
Trolls are lawling in their crypt
Of rocky couches. They’re the hip
Of fame for ten plus five, or
Replies so long you must ‘See More…’
People say:
‘Century twenty plus one—
Where things are thought and said and done
In Memes—We have epic skill.’
Say this, we always will.
Few have seen ROFLcopters
Fly between before and afters.
From ones who make no livin,
Not a single **** was given
About Chuck Norris being
A bible-thumper (or being
A terrible actor). Nah.
The Interwebs is home for all.
People might say:
‘Century twenty plus one—
Where things were dreamt and wished and done
In words—They had all the skill.’
Say this, we hope they will.
The fad of freedom is gone.
Forums closed. No statuses on
Facebook. Nothing has been kept
In life after the Internet.
How did this happen to US?
Z-Day and the Day Zero fuss
Released Mayan, canny ********
Our demise was writ, bit by bit.
People will say:
‘Century twenty plus one—
Where things were lame but lots of fun
For free—Then they passed the bill.’
Say this, we know they will.
The avunculicide of Sam
Reveals the brighter side of spam.
Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 3:35 PM UTC
We are all worm-riders.
You don't believe me?
Just look to the desert around you,
the shifting dunes, the buried ruins of cities,
the pockets of sedition against the man
(even though we are the man)
*Call for air support, we have worm-sign
(10 minutes)*
We are sand-trout children,
born of the worm,
reaching maturity to place our thumper.
(7 minutes)
We have known this from the beginning
but have forgotten how to remember.
*(4 minutes)
(PLEASE HURRY!)*
The proof is everywhere,
all across the internet,
the pictures of my extreme youth:
money shots,
universal *******
***** from a ************
(no more minutes)
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
im a jumper
im a thumper
im a bear
im a pear
im a hopper
im a stomper
im a eater
im a steamer
but i am not a screamer
im not a cryer
nor a laugher
not a surgeon
not a garbage man
but i am me
and thats all that matters
me
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
Ted Williamse's head sits frozen
In a cryo chamber in Arizona to be
Thawed and reanimated at a later date.
The splendid splinter. Set in eternal winter
After all said and done. Thumper.
THE INTERVIEW
Theodore, was that a curve or slider ?.
"Can't say for sure sport. I picked up the seams but it busted in
high and tight
Ted, what exactly was the plan ?
"Couldn't say for sure ace
I'm all in. they froze my head to a
cat food tin"
Ted When do you plan on coming back
"Well, I have no real timetable as such, you
know science moves forward in starts and lurches.
Reanimation and a cure would go real swell.
You know."
Well we all here are praying hard for a cure
You hang on in there. A century or so and your good as new.
By the way Ted ,who signed the papers?
" Couldn't rightly say chum but this meat locker
is sure for the birds"
All right buddy. Thaw
you later.
Well, keep your chin up Teddy and your powder dry
Just think good thoughts and the time will fly.
What's a hundred years to
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 4:55 AM UTC
Little drummer boy in my class
Ratta-tat-tat
Beating on his desk
Tappity-tap-pat
Keep the beat going friend
I've never spoken with you
But your knocks tell me everything
You are so pumped, excited
Today's the day
And your poor pencil gets to be your outlet for your excitement
The teacher tells you to "knock it off"
He doesn't get the irony
Mister, don't you see that he's trying to?
Regardless, that energy has to go somewhere
So now the pencil goes to work
On your paper
I can see the hearts, and the unmistakable names
Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap
Now your leg goes to work
Like a jackhammer on the floor
Little Thumper, if only she could see just how excited you are
The flowers in the bag, the sign propped up against your desk
A smile creeps across my face
As my mind drifts to my own experience
Thump-thump-thump
Now my leg goes to work
Like a contagion, the room is infected
Love is, after all, in the air
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
My Bunny Rabbit
Adorable furry bunny
little rascal and very funny
he'd twitch, wiggle his nose
nibble on and then a pose
hop, hop and scamper
like desperate thumper
as was his antic and habit
my lovable gentle rabbit.
Cute as in caricature
sadly for this tiny creature
could'nt make it to Easter
with outstretched right ear
cold lifeless he lay
my little bunny died today.
Delilah, January 21, 2015
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
he dusts off his former years
and wears them like a trophy
proudly strutting back and forth on the bridge
at the bottom of washington street
while all the locals line the street and cheer
his bright plumage
he duck walks through the town
past the diner and 'the wall' park
this is livin he thinks to himself
all his thoughts are bright and shiny
as the world seems to be to him that day
forever sunshine and deep smiles
illusions of the mind from hastings on the hudson
that night
he sits with radio playing softly
by the open summer window breeze
music he didn't grow up with stirring memories
that capture the Kodak moment
a smile delivered with such stunning conviction
that you might almost believe it wasn't
machine washed Americana propaganda
a single tear slips unnoticed from the corner of his baby blues
as dawn dances to her favored tune
and up her road in the sky
he sits in the approaching sunlight
and drinks in the emotion
that dawns create
new beginnings fresh starts
the girl from town sits beside him
and smiles for him
from over her college girl glasses
she peers at him with a real love
there are many roads to your today
but only one can hold your footprints at a time
a tub-thumper and
character in the movie playing in his mind
he makes sure his head is neatly combed
before making his grand entrance
putting your best foot forward can be a chore
so he brought one mail order
and leaves it out
the cat uses it for a scratching post
while he spend his days on the bridge
where at least theres a smile
even if it is an illusion of the mind
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:02 PM UTC
no suzie, you can't sit next to Thumper.
you're my dolly. You sit where I want you to.
look at those fluffy ears
I don't trust 'em suzie.
he's a creep
Thumper stop looking at her like that.
Thumper, let me sing you a song
so you understand.
This is my dolly
You can't have it
This is my dolly
And **** YOU
this is my dolly
You can't have it
This is my dolly and
**** YOU
this is my dolly
you can't have it
this is my dolly and
**** YOU.
*Stomp stomp stomp *
"What are you singing?"
Nothing Daddy!
"If that is what Nothing sounds like.
You will sing for the rest of your life loudly,
Do you understand me?"
yes daddy.
"I don't wanna hear nothin' ever again.
where did you learn that song?"
Mommy sang it
last night
turned the shower on
she thinks I can't hear
if the waters running
it doesn't work though,
the way her voice cracks
when she sings
I can tell shes crying.
"Oh...
princess...
you misheard...
last night,
mommy sang:
This is my body
You can't have it
This is my body and
Well that last line...
...that wasn't singing
Daddy just desereved that.
You know, it's funny.
you and I...
...we got the same word wrong."
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
He was an older man
Of about forty five years
He had a wife and children
And his very own home
One day, abruptly
A phone call came in
From the hospital of the town
He had grown up in
His father, a man
Late in his years
Had just passed away
And so started the tears
Now, his father was one
For whom he had utmost respect
For his father raised him alone
Since the day he was born
The next few weeks
Were a blur to the man
For he had just lost his hero
It was a sudden slam
The man was back
At his childhood home
After the funeral
He sat in his old room
He was looking through a few
Of his old playthings
When he picked up a box
He heard rattle around
Inside he saw
His old collection of marbles
Oxbloods and oilies
Lutz, aggies, and clambroths
He noticed a piece of paper
Under his favorite marble
A chatoyant thumper
His father had given him as a starter
He unfolded the paper
And he was surprised to see
His father's handwriting
He began to read
“Son, I know that you're reading this
It means I’m probably gone
But one thing I want you to know
Is that you’ll never be alone
I remember the day that your mother left
You had just been born
I swore that very day you’d never miss her
I’d be your dad, your mom, and more
As I watched you grow
Into the man you are
I couldn’t be prouder
Of who you’ve become
I’ll love you more than you’ll ever know
I’m proud to call you my son
Be the husband and father I know you can be
Because I know you’re a **** good one
I know you’re probably heartbroken
But don’t be sad for too long
Because I’ll forever watch over you
Goodbye, son, please stay strong”
The man had tears in his eyes
When his little girl walked him
She looked at him with big brown eyes
And asked her daddy what’s wrong
He shook his head and said nothing
While picking his princess up
He carried her and his marbles downstairs
A sad, hopeful smile stuck on his lips
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
I swear, I'm allergic to
emotion.
Thumper from Bambi challenged me to a contest,
to see whose thump was the greatest, loudest, most passionate.
My heart won.
The hills that form on my legs whenever your fingers grace upon it's surface.
Let's call them...
...lady skin ******
I wanted to plunge in the river just to **** you off,
just for you to look at me and scold me for being stupid.
...you're cute when you're mad.
You hop along side bunnies on the grassy pieces of our home,
I hope to hop along side you shaking my bunny tail.
I hope that one day,
you get to meet a tiger and play with it's tail.
Have it curdle your face and watch your lips curls at their edges
Let's go on an adventure to the edge of the world..
....you did say we'd go on a trip together.
I've only written of tales of heartbreak
Never tales of what happens before
You need to stop making my lips curl at their edges.
Don't you know I'm severely, highly allergic
to emotion?
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Sandy is it over?
We don't get the news here in the woods
No cable in the caves to where we all ran away
When we heard what you'd planed to do
Has the cold harsh wind subsided
Can we all come out from hiding
Sandy we ain't lying
When we say this was all very frighting
Sandy is it over?
Is the world now a happy place
Can I call the furry woodland creatures out
Let them know it's once again safe to frolic and play
Bambi and Thumper are still shaking
The Mantis are still praying
Quite the shock waves you were making
What with the way you were behaving
Sandy is it over?
Will the world tilt back now on it's axis
Will the Earthquakes, Tsunamis, Tornadoes cease and desist
Can our Gluteus Maximus now relax on us
Can't say it wasn't a thrill
We're just thankful that no one was killed
Remember you do this again and we will
Pack our bags and head back to the hills
At times we may be fat, dumb, and lazy
But with all of the above we ain't crazy
Sandy is it over?
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
Lips, I am seeing them
In my head. I'm swimming in this
inner resting colors .blues and greens
a pillow squeezed between my hands and face it
places will be able to be possible
I'm not so full. I'm operating
out of key, but balancing
between the rests
beneath my chest
a bleeding beating thumper thing
four in at best
a stable test
tickle my neck with teeth a tongue
I'm young except I'm almost not
but fun to some that know me best
believe, the rest
they think I'm crazy
crazy thoughts
and misbehaving ways
the way I want to be
the haunting things are passing
tasks are done and tasks will come on
let it be
relieve the stress
unleash the rest and let life be
aware of fear, but distant
fixate on what makes us different
dictate self control
your mind is beauty
full of light
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
Love is a four letter word that sweeps my soul into oblivion.
Oblivion is nicer than you might think.
There are willow trees and hummingbirds perched on branches along highways with glowing exit signs.
God has found me and brought me back into the righteous light of faith.
I do not care that I sound like a bible thumper and a southern belle dixie chick hick.
I do not care that this accent may be permanent.
I sound distinguished and full of love.
I sound like I’d pull over if I saw you broke down.
Offer you a ride to the nearest town.
I do not care that some have tried to banish my faith both in god and in humanity. I will remain strong as bulls in a bull pen awaiting their next victim.
I will remain grateful for all that I am given. I will get back up, every time I am knocked down.
I will extend my deepest faiths to you my dear
All off pearl teeth and gusto.
Coffe stains and unbrushed because you can only take care of yourself so much without the beast of burden leaking through.
All 16 hour drives straight through.
Pumping your own gas is dangerous. But I will power through.
The horizon line will become hazy as I approach my home. My head will spin. My heart will ache.
My ***** are on fire like never before
This lust for life.
My heart shakes with every fiber of me.
Like a permanent twang beat on rt 77 or 895.
Location means nothing if your heart is full. And mine is full.
If I should have a daughter, I will teach her birdcage heart to shut around the things it needs most. To grasp like hawk talons and never let go. To love even if it means to lose. To give whenever and where ever the wind blows.
I will teach her that men are like shark mouths. Every thing is safe until they close their mouths. Bear teeth. Huff and puff and blow their houses down.
Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 8:48 AM UTC
"If ya can't say something nice
don't say nothing, at all"
Thumper's Mama's word ring true
even unto this day
I try to stay imbued
and follow in the sway
Keeping my mouth in check
and holding my tongue, at bay
Defamation, causing wrecks
words, we didn't mean to say
Criticism abounds
almost everywhere and everyplace
Applause, a far rarer sound
within, the human race
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC