Hi
Nosy ass!
I tried to surprise you.
But nothing I do,
Gets by you.
What do you have...
Radar too?
Do I carry a 'scent' you sniff?
Whenever I'm near...
Close or present?
And where were you anyway...
When I thought I was sneaking through?
Hiding somewhere,
To see what I would do?
Hi...
Nosy ass!
Here's your gift!
The one you selected.
The one I said I would not get!
Well...
Here it is!
You are worse than the kids!
I'm glad we are still together though.
And another year God has blessed us
To see pass!
Give me a kiss!
Nosy ass.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Know 'She' Nosy
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
All up in my biz'ness...
Like its hers
And she aint got 'that' wit me.
Oh no...
No-no.
Everytime I see her,
She wanna stop...
To give me her 3rd degree.
She believes I'm hers,
'Cuz I was once...
And wanted to be.
But-that-was-then,
And now no time I keep...
Being under her lock
And keyed.
'Cuz I 'be' free!
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
I know 'she' nosy.
She know she nosy too.
She believes I'm hers,
'Cuz I was once...
And wanted to be.
But-that-was-then,
And now no time I keep...
Being under her lock
And keyed.
'Cuz I 'be' free!
Yeah yeah yeah.
Everytime I see her,
She wanna stop...
To give me her 3rd degree.
Oh no!
Don't want that no mo'.
All up in my biz'ness...
Like its hers
And she aint got 'that' wit me.
Oh no...
No-no.
No mo'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Short Term Gossip And The Gossip Hounds
Are people really so bored
with their own lives
especially in small rural towns
that other people's lives
must become common
run away gossip oh so much
more interesting than
theirs own off limits lives?
Nosy people are basically
exactly that just nosy
nosy people need
little provocation
little scent incentive
bait bloodhound
encouragement
to engage actively in
their favourite pass time.
But secretly
most people
are short term gossip
really they do not
care that much
most people
are rapid ready
to move on to
choice fresh gossip.
Thus it does not
leave many gossips
too worry about
the real blooded hound
an aristocratic sleuth
has a nose for trouble
prepared ever ready
to dig into choice dirt.
These specimens
of active inquiry
may be bothersome
when out about
on preferred case
when their nose
is out of joint
two strains truth
black and white
may be spiced
with imaginative
shades of grey.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Macramé
When she would macramé,
I stayed and watched.
Taking her needles,
And attaching small knots!
Making crisp doilies...
With different patterns,
Little mats she would starch.
Amazing my curiosity,
At the speed she delivered such art!
When she would macramé,
I would ask her how it was done.
She took my hands in between hers...
Until I alone did start!
She noticed soon I got extremely bored,
And my grandmother made me stop!
'Boy...
You something else!
Why you so nosy? '
'I ain't nosy, grandma.
You got enough apples to make a pie today? '
I would ask.
And she would just shake her head.
With nothing from her to me to say...
She would hum and continue doing,
Her fast paced macramé.
Dedicated:
Clara Louise Countryman Pertillar
My grandmother
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O! What a nose!
People talk about a running nose
I'm talking about a long facial cargo
She’s got a nose longer than my longest toes
With a mission of being nosy as time goes
Please don’t get close
When she discloses
Her loud snoring doze
Don’t be like the heroes
Goodness gracious
O! What a nose!
Goodness gracious
What a precious nose pose!
Painted as red as a romantic rose
Standing long like my garden pipe hose
And as she sniffs, sneezes and exposes
I cannot help thinking of Pinocchio’s nose
Goodness gracious
O! What a nose!
Goodness gracious
Red and long when it snows
And this nose is nosy
She can smell a rat, cat or a bat
When you are getting cozy
In your one bedroom flat
O! What a nose!
In and out juice flows
And when she smells the air
They all cannot help but stare
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Nosy Barbara's nose was torn off at the market.
I May Have Asked Your Name
i may have asked your name
and i may have mistaken you for someone
who feels my pain
and who knows where my body lives
where my soul rests
where my feet dust every bit of dirt
where i close my eyes and sleep
i may have been noisy and nosy
i may have thought of the past neighbors who died
whose crosses are removed from their old graveyards.
you who feel my pain and yet has no name
you who say you lie you who say you survive
what can i really say? Let me hug you
Let me be with you Let me play with you
In this dark space.
My name is nothingness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Expect That Snoop To Pooh Pooh You
Leaking info from a hunch.
Heard when you are passing people.
Only proves you are nosy...
Just like the people you pooh pooh.
Then you get your knickers bunched.
When you are thought to be a gossip.
But what you do to the people,
Expect that to be done right back to you.
When you snoop and pooh pooh people...
Expect that snoop to pooh pooh you.
When you snoop and pooh pooh people...
That pooh pooh that you're doing aint cool.
Leaking info from a hunch.
Heard when you are passing people.
Only proves you are nosy
Just like the people you pooh pooh.
When you snoop and pooh pooh people...
That pooh pooh that you're doing aint cool.
Expect that snoop to pooh pooh you.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The English press, are so nosy, and the English seem to love that eavesdropping.
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Custody Rights
Did you come,
To hush or mum?
Sneaking silently...
To quiet our fun then leave?
You're acting more like a warden,
Coming to discipline children.
Can we at least have some peace...
Without a nosy neighbor creeping in?
Is the music too loud?
That I am sure it is not.
Have you lost your binoculars?
Is that the reason you did not knock?
You did not ring the doorbell.
Nor did you call to say you'd come.
It's clear you wanted to see...
Who would be here other than me.
To give your approval,
Since with me you didn't want to be!
There is no one here,
You will catch me sitting near...
So go back home to mope,
And let me enjoy these folks!
'Who was that? '
That's just my EX!
Comes to see me to have sex.
Must have heard me having fun.
But tonight they ain't getting none!
'How convenient! '
Yeah!
It was part of the divorce settlement!
I was awarded custody rights,
Of a certain piece of property!
But as you can see...
One of us is 'still' in a state of denial!
'How strange.
Seems like someone has become deranged,
By your arrangement! '
It has its perks...
When one of us is not being a jerk!
But I can certainly say,
I've found a new way today to get laid!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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At a Poetry Party I Am Given the Rhyme Chih
Although I've studied poetry for thirty years
I try to keep my mouth shut and avoid reputation.
Now who is this nosy gentleman talking about my poetry
Like Yang Ching-chih
Who spoke of Hsiang Ssu everywhere he went.
poem by Li Ching Chao
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Kissed With Affection
The mist adorns the nestling hills,
and on the air, one hears the trills,
of the waking birds, as one and all,
give out their melodious morning call.
A hush descends across the scene,
where one can effortlessly glean
a sense of peace and tranquil calm,
a kind of comfort, a kind of balm,
that slowly seeps into one's soul.
And then an adventurous nosy mole,
is glimpsed, emerging from his hole,
in this so quiet and peaceful knoll.
A nest of robins greet the sun,
and paint the day with colours spun,
proudly displaying their blood red breasts,
against the green leaves. Then on the crest
now, is seen the rabbits, venturing abroad,
standing regimental, as with one accord,
they quickly sniff the new and freshening air,
each one alert to trouble, fully aware.
What beauty here, what a fine ethereal view,
kissed with affection by the morning dew.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Why That Should Be Important to Them
When there are those who insist upon doing things their way...
And they do things,
Their way.
Why is it they have negative things to say,
About those who choose not to follow them?
They should be pleased.
Why do they then spend their time,
Attempting to prove to others they are right?
Shouldn't their activities be occupying their minds?
Doing those things their way.
Instead of trying to find out who is not?
And why that should be important to them!
Leaving what they say they do to be left undone.
Afterall...
Isn't having things to do their way the way they wanted,
Anyway?
And why are they upset with those who pay them no attention?
Someone is not doing what they say they do!
And 'busy bodied' nosy people always make claims!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is the same reason
Why she sings, why she sings out loud at night
When all the neighbors need the peace and quiet
Why she keeps nagging me why she keeps going to
Church everyday why she keeps some dogs in the house
Why she keeps her garden why she keeps an updated menu
Why she sleeps late and wakes up early why she keeps away
From nosy neighbors now why she buys so many shoes
Why she keeps on buying more bags why she scolds the maids
Why she keeps all the things to herself why she experiences
Nightmares why she escapes to the malls and shops all day
Why she keeps asking me what time is it now?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The VIP Visitor
The Queen had visitors that day,
'twas Howard, John, head of Down Under.
She asked him 'would it be okay
if prior to the storm and thunder
which is expected early eve
that you and I, the Royal Queen
take with the carriage our leave,
to make the rounds and thus be seen.
The commoners enjoy the sight.
So they went off,8 shiny horses
she talked and Howard thought he might
bring up the subject of divorces
because he was a nosy man.
The Queen was steering with much skill
when suddenly, near number ten
the leading horse, his name was Will
released a cloud of toxic gas
which, in the company of thunder
had come out of the horse's ass
and scared the Aussie from Down Under.
'Oh, pardon me', the Queen exclaimed
' it is an unexpected force',
says Howard: 'Do not be ashamed,
at first I thought it was the horse.'
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Allanah Rae
My dear Allanah,
Great niece I love.
Forgive Uncle Larry,
For not knowing how to spell your name,
Right!
Well...
Most of your life.
Your parents are too creative!
And this poem tonight I write for you,
I'm hoping you and I remain close and tight!
Aiight?
Give me five!
Upside.
Down low.
Too slow!
Hahahaha...
Remember you had said to me,
'Wassup with this?
You can't write me a poem? '
Allanah,
I thought I did?
One day you too will grow older.
And hopefully me you will forgive.
Hmmm...
So what shall I say?
I always say you are great.
And that is true.
Although you get a little bored with school.
So did I.
Uncle Larry did too.
I loved math.
Even though I didn't understand it.
Until I earned a dollar!
Hollah...
Did you enjoy your trip to Florida?
I heard you had cried before boarding the plane.
That's strange.
My first trip I sipped on scotch,
Mixed with ginger ale.
I'm glad you are young.
So you can not do the same.
You will prevail as things change.
Tell your sisters T'Ana and Chi'Ann,
I am 'still' their biggest fan!
Since you know how nosy they are.
But 'you' Allanah 'is' my Star.
Or is that 'are'?
I love the way you dance and sing.
But whatever you choose to do,
I know you'll go far!
Like me you enjoy doing most everything.
Hey...
Why not become a psychiatrist?
And,
I'm not trying to say nothing else about it!
So here it is.
The poem I promised I would write.
And everyday I want you to say your prayers at night.
Remember your wishes and dreams can come true.
And also remember,
Uncle Larry loves you!
You are my 'Rae'.
Dedicated To:
My Great Niece Allanah Rae Pertillar
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard To Please
(To be said in one breath)
Elaine gives me a pain,
Gill makes me ill,
Winnie is a ninny,
Orin is borin'
Milly is silly,
Rosy is nosy,
Junie is loony,
Gussie is fussy,
Jackie is wacky,
Tommy is balmy,
Mary is scary,
Tammy is clammy,
Abby is crabby,
Patt is batty,
Mazie is lazy,
Tiny is whiney,
Missy is prissy,
Nicky is picky,
And almost everyone
Makes me sicky.
(Whew!)
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Radar For Love
Passion fire runnin through my veins
Get a little bit of love and I go insane
I may talk big, baby, I dont lie
Ooh the guys dont know but the girls know why
Ooh girls know why, whoo oh
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, oh, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar for love, ooh yeah
When you feel so hot that you cant hold still
And you dont know how youre gonna get your fill
Send an s.o.s. baby, Im your man
If I dont make good baby no one can
Oh no one can, whoo oh
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, come on
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, oh, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Radar, radar for love, oh
Yeah, ooh yeah, one more time
Get down, ooh get down, get down, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar, ooh baby, baby
Radar for love, radar for love
Radar for love, n-n-n-n-now, radar for love, come on
Radar, ooh, radar, ooh yeah
Radar, oh, radar, oh yeah, radar, oh yeah
Radar for love, radar, come on, radar, ha, radar, radar
S.o.s, radar, radar, get the message, sugar, radar, radar for love
song performed by by Kiss
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ICE Sally Being Nosy
Sally is just a typical woman and nosy
Upon reading this note - ICE Sally
and with her contact phone number
She got furious like a tiger, after
reading it from contact page of her husband cell phone
She summoned the husband, demanded for a reason
Why she is being iced, dumped or to divorce her?
The husband just laughed at her
He said; Sally you are really so snoopy
ICE is short for - In Case of Emergency
poem by Ency Bearis
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What I Project
what i project in all those years
is what you get and you swallow
me hook, line and sinker
and you get so nosy with all
your questions leading you
to all your self-framed answers.
what i am inside me
you must know is what i am
just between my body and my soul
my left hand does not even
know what my right hand is holding.
the shadows in that cave and
the real body that you may touch
bathing in the river
you must have known by now
are two different kinds of
illusions. What i have in my
hand is the real one: it is
alive and it is jumping
and flying and i am chasing
it now, so please, excuse
me, i got to go, i still have
many things to do, so many
questions to make so many
answer to fabricate, so many
quests, i do not even have
to take my rest.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There is no moon tonight
She asks permission tonight to go out for a while
To get some fresh air
She feels her lungs flatten like a damaged tire
I take a peek to the dark skies by the window
It is so dark tonight the trees look like ghosts
The road appears like a black inkblot
That you can read through different interpretations
i look at her face with so much pity
She really needs air she takes the look of a ghost
i don’t doubt it she belongs to the dark now
And to darkness she longs to darkness she likes to live
There is no moon tonight that may be nosy about
Her own personal misery, only the night wind can comfort her
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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