Miskie's Big Book of Poetry

[miskie]

Sadly , I've not seen a CalPeg poem in days - whatever will I do without my muse ??  She must be chicken..... Hummmmmm......

sometimes in the
morning


i want


a great big chicken
sandwich


i fantasize about
the

colonel

and his secret herbs
and spices

i wish he would find me
baste me
taste me

and tell me i am finger lickin'


good.


© 2010 M.

Oh well, I guess my muse has inspired me after all.... 

[Chris_]

Sadly , I've not seen a CalPeg poem in days - whatever will I do without my muse ??  She must be chicken..... Hummmmmm......

Oh well, I guess my muse has inspired me after all.... 

aaaugh!!  That was wretched

Still better than the stuff CP churns out.

[Wineslob]

Occasionally, as for largely large chicken sandwich


 me where we want morning


 me the herb of the colonel and that secret


 which approximately are fantasized and taste


 as for spice me me who desire the fact that he finds me


 do to attach me and I finger lickin'


So call the fact that it is to me;


 It is good.

In Engrish

 

[miskie]

The heyena
reaches out

gorges
her eyes
blank
not smiling

she is
through

Her mouth
agape, bleeding

strange
as though she’s someplace
else

Maybe
she is okay

No way to know
not in this
jeep

i’ll need
to get
closer

to a thousand
hungry
beasts

Ill bring a fork



© 2010 M.

[miskie]

The newest poem: Lost
      

i watch this show
on
the television

the dead, the
survivors
the monster
on this
island


I really dont get it
but it

makes me
hot

Trapped with
strangers

who cant escape


my hunger
or

poetry

that leaves them
all

weeping




© 2010 M.

[miskie]

New Wave

hair stands up
caught in time
dep gel
moose

my acid
washed jeans

ready to throw myself
down

on justin bieber

or maybe

molly ringwald
I dont
care

prince
on my
ghettoblaster

the big hair
on that woman

the memories
of
aquanet

filling

my
lungs.


© 2010 M.

[miskie]

dumplings

floating in porcelain
bliss

bobbing up and

down

as ducks in a river
all in a row

they are my children
made from love

filled with my

special

poetic




justice

dumplings know nothing

but

love


crisp on the outside
like fishsticks


brown softness
inside them,

inside




me

[Chris_]

they are my children
made from love

 

[njpines]

hair stands up
caught in time
dep gel

you've just described me in 1985!!

Miskie -- these are truly putrid . . . and by that I mean GREAT!!!! 

[miskie]

A new poem: Hung Like Old-Timers'


amidst the tangles of varicose veins by my ankles
hang the remnants of
mammories
mine

like the shifting balls on the strings of a Neuton's desk toy
my mammories clack together
to and fro
they swing as i walk
to the record store

justin bieber on 45, or one of those compact disc things
tingle me

coarse black hair stands erect

as does one nipple
some life in my tired mammories
reminds me of my youth
when they were mounted much higher on my chest

watching mickey mouse club
on 9 inch screen

perky

I still remember you
bobby burgess - my old justin bieber
with your mouse ears
all sexy-fine
with that smile

but you went
and grew up
it broke my heart
you were smiling for
not me
but someone else

i hate kristie ann
but not as much as maria muldaur
why ?

let a scorpion sting your nipple
that memory

will last a lifetime.
sometimes

the bite swells
and i forget
which red lump
is my nipple and which
is filled with poison.

mammories

light the corners of my

mind



© 2010 M.

[Chris_]

justin bieber on 45, or one of those compact disc things
tingle me

coarse black hair stands erect

ewww.

[Boudicca]

I regurgitated a little in my mouth reading that.   Thanks for the MAMMORIES.  Is this poem a reference to anyone in particular?

[miskie]

I regurgitated a little in my mouth reading that.  

Mission Accomplished 

[Wineslob]

OH THE HUGE MANATEE!!!!!!!!!!!

[miskie]

My newest poem: On Incontinence

Depends
hold and entrap

struggling and leaking
I seek some relief
I fall in the bowl

into darkened waters
i
unleashed

cramps
that
pursue my
irritable bowel
even pinched noses
smell
my incontinence

to quiet the roaming
down the hershey highway

an impossible task
i drank a gallon of prune juice
i am
the victim
of a freeper
prankster

© 2010 M.

[PatriotGame]

My newest poem: On Incontinence

Depends
hold and entrap

struggling and leaking
I seek some relief
I fall in the bowl

into darkened waters
i
unleashed

cramps
that
pursue my
irritable bowel
even pinched noses
smell
my incontinence

to quiet the roaming
down the hershey highway

an impossible task
i drank a gallon of prune juice
i am
the victim
of a freeper
prankster

© 2010 M.

You possess a very special and unique type of insight and perversion.

1: Are you willing to sell educational classes?
2: I want to be YOU when I grow up. 
3: You should market your seamen...

[miskie]

You possess a very special and unique type of insight and perversion.

1: Are you willing to sell educational classes?
2: I want to be YOU when I grow up. 
3: You should market your seamen...

1: I'm not sure many would be willing to pay...
2: No, you don't 
3: The last thing the world needs are countless miskies roaming the countryside..  We have already made three of them, that should be more than enough for the planet to deal with...

[miskie]

Something new ! A poem written from the perspective of another 'famous' primitive..

Revulsion: my poem for the homeless in Wisconsin, and everywhere...  

 I see the bird's crap on my car window
and fox news says we're in for
some revulsion

how can it be?

The crap glued
my windows shut
and the goo is oozing?

I read the news on my ipod
on borrowed library signal
the smog is brown the burning tires beautiful

how can there be
war

thats not against the
homeless plight
that d.u. ignores

why do you
say i

stink

I’m not afraid
of my
revulsion

click 'post new thread'



© 2011 M.

[franksolich]

Good one, sir, another gem!

[miskie]

Joker

as i look at the new deck of playing
cards i see the joker looking back at me

like justin bieber all
smart and knowing and

fresh from the box

the smell of plastic and vinyl
entices me - juice running down my leg from a

freshly squeezed lemon

i leave the underground for a while

a few hours
to enjoy the joker

as i make myself a joker to
everyone else

you fell for it bitches - just
like i fell for my joker

we all learned lessons today
you learned to laugh at me

and i learned that papercuts and lemon juice
in the wrong place is a

terrible thing.

© 2011 M.

[miskie]

A new one from me...

Gross is my erect nipple
With one coarse black hair

Or maybe its that
Scorpion bite acting up again

It starts to ooze
My bright red nipple

It runs green
With goo

As it leaks.

Then i
slipped on the slime and
fell.

© 2011 M.

[franksolich]

Damn, you're good, sir.

As you know, I submitted eleven of the CalPig primitive's poems to the Watchtower magazine for their consideration.  I had chosen the Watchtower because it's the largest-circulating magazine in the world, and I thought the CalPig primitive's poetry deserved the widest audience possible.

Alas, the august magazine never responded.

I'm assuming it's probably because I was too demanding; I insisted a photograph of the CalPig primitive had to grace the front cover of the edition carrying her poetry.

[Traveshamockery]

H5 Miskie!  Hilarious!

 

[bijou]

That's hideous miskie, H5. 

[miskie]

My Poem for Cinco De Mayo: Another Grift
 I am angry at every carnie
who has given us
ring toss

That grift

brings so much pain
to me
im not lucky enough

to win
that poster

or goldfish
or justin bieber bobble head,
shucks.

So I say to carnies

Eff you
for your grift I always fall for.

At least I have my flatware to comfort me
and running, nipple shaped sore~

And dumplings.


© 2011 M.