Tea bags and wet dog, crossword ink on fingertips.
Chocolate biscuit wrappers, garden pond algae.
Hairspray that held those curly grey locks in place. Regal.
Scents mixed and shaken,
ground and stirred – a dusting of her
that wafts through air like a time
machine, shuttling me back to a
bowling alley, a country show digging
up worms. A couch that belched
stories when sat on. Vegetable broth.
I’d bottle it. I’d use it sparingly.
Red carpet occasions only.
Or for our backyard patio boardgames.
Categories:
belched, family,
Form: Free verse
It frothed, it boiled from deep within her soul,
fermenting in the furnaces of hell.
Considering how best to take her toll,
With heaving breast, stared down the infidel,
and belched it forth with foul and fetid smell.
It launched, depraved and deathly, to the skies;
the horror of its impact filled his eyes.
Try though he might, he could not quell his fears,
and thus, did rationality despise.
The evil jabberwock fell on his ears.
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for the Dizain Poetry Contest Poetry Contest
sponsored by Sotto Poet
written on 10/18/22
what some people apparently think when you say, "God bless you!" :-)
Categories:
belched, blessing, dark,
Form: Dizain
At first, twas sane
whooshing wind, voluptuous waist
fostered feelings, flamy hay
sassy silhouettes, sun's spooky sway
then came callous alakazam
strained spell spilling whispers
meagre mood foiled, clouds cursed
moaning nature, leering la-de-da lurch
nosy nymph had pricked drooling drum
wielding jumpy jazz, cauldron's cup
eerie elements traced dark dances
muffled metamorphoses vying vices
taunted time then made moistened call
jolting judgement on nymph to fall.
'20:05:19:15:57
Note: of odd ordeals.
Categories:
belched, dark,
Form: Sonnet
sane story squashed
worn wanky clashed
wielded wits flung
leering lanky lust
strained sanity snogged
pilfering punctured pawn
voluptuous vie wept
cremating callous crest
bruised biddings belched
pruned passion puked
dark dribbles drooled
clutching crazed clue
wedged wiles wailed
taunting tampered trail.
'20:05:10:12:00
Note: Of tamed tale.
Categories:
belched, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
punctured palm prophesied
wielding wanky wiles
amputated alazakam aroused
sassy spell sprouts
taunted tendrils tamed
rustic roots raved
Fumes! Felon fingers
turned faces' tinker
lanky leers linger
bounty body belched
savoring moment's mesh
fate's gloom fetched
tainted tiers trailed
fractured future's frail.
'20:04:26:18:32
Note: Of pawned picture.
Categories:
belched, dark,
Form: Sonnet
fostered face etched'n
gaunt grave swept
dark dribbles dug
sassy syllables sung
song's gores gibe
meagre moan thrives
assembled books belched
cremating callous crest
kaleidoscopic knowledge crept
hoisted acumen hatched
voluptuous cramp crashed
sundry zeal stripped
confined fate fumed
by fury bruised.
'20:04:19:09:43
Note: Of pulpy picture.
Categories:
belched, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet
eerie earth belched
callous creed's crest
nocturnal nature nauseated
dark dribbles cremated
hoisted hankering cruised
sassy soil puked
rusty rims yawned
puncturing pulpy pawn
tactic trend torn
bruised bark bent
mystic moaning etched
saucy seal spent
lofty lids lurched
vying voluptuous verge.
'20:04:10:19:20
Categories:
belched, mountains,
Form: Sonnet
feeble flesh feigned
rusty reels' reign
hoity hankers bled
porous pruning led
furious feast fetched
blind blitzkrieg belched
gaunt gifts gored
punctured pills pored
nocturnal nature bored
taunted trees moaned
callous crest cloned
damping drooling drone
eerie ends etched
callous catastrophe clenched.
'20:04:06:20:38
Note: Of wanky war.
Categories:
belched, war,
Form: Sonnet
pruned passions bled
clutching callous crest
felon fills fetched
dark dances decked
hoity hankers squashed
taunted thrills trashed
wet wits wanky
sassy sips sugary
nauseating nocturnal nitty
spanked syllables wept
drenching drooling depth
ballsy hollow belched
lusty length lent
porous punctures spent.
'20:03:23:12:34
Note: Dedicated to Aeschylus.
Categories:
belched, hero,
Form: Sonnet
pulpy passion puked
perforating punctured view
dark dances dripped
hoisted crippled hankerings
sassy seals spent
salient sieves etched
wanky wits wept
damping callous crest
beauty politics belched
dark diminuendo drooled
nocturnal nauseated clue
saucy syllables stool
felon fate's fostered
vying voluptuous triggers.
'20:03:20:13:22
Note: Dedicated to Aristotle.
Categories:
belched, hero,
Form: Sonnet
bruised bliss puked
vying voluptuous view
lanky lust lurched
veiling hankering verge
dark drips dangled
felon fate fumbled
saucy sight seeped'n
nocturnal spell spree,
callous contraction's creed
moaning mists melted
basked braces belched
smothered syllables rent
gaunt gift grasped
taunted troubled trance.
'20:03:13:16:03
Note: Dedicated to Homer.
Categories:
belched, hero,
Form: Sonnet
surges sans stretches
vying voluptuous verses
etched'n hoisted hanker
sassy society triggered
felon feasts fetched
from fanatic flesh
oozing oblongata seeped'n
moaning munched mystery
nocturnal nimble's spree
whooshing wits wet
bruised emotions belched
hoisted memories melt
eerie salient stance
tames taunted trance.
'20:03:12:14:45
Note: Dedicated to Sophocles.
Categories:
belched, gothic, growing up, hero,
Form: Sonnet
like callous comet
bully cloud belched
punctured pills puked
vying nauseated view
dark dances drool
squashing strained mood
like taunted torrent
rustic rain rent
wanky waves melt
gaunt boulevard growling
tainted trees throwing
hoisted hampered hankering
such sassy trends
coached Dimash's crest.
'20:03:07:10:44
Note: Dedicated to Dimash Kudeibergen
Categories:
belched, hero,
Form: Sonnet
bounty bicycle belched
in crimson crest
wielding moaning wheels
of saucy spree:
taunted tracks moan
tainted tyre's moor
fiery feelings fondling
per punctured pills
merging mystic mist
hideous hood hankering
with halts shuddering
like triturated ****
"roll'n rustic rims
felon wind riding."
'20:01:21:05:33
Categories:
belched, dark,
Form: Sonnet
I killed a killer this morning!
I gorged his eyes out with my naked hands
Counted his teeth one by one
Like pebbles on a plastic platter;
Belched after I drunk his cold blood
In a home-made cheap mug;
Used a rusty pen knife
To separate his throat
From his now-pulp body;
Then tore his heart from its place
And replaced it with a rough piece of dry log!
I then threw what remained of him
In a gutter where street beggars
Empty the pains of their dirty bladders;
It was the most rewarding experience.
The after-taste lingered on my conscience
Like quinine on tongue.
But there was more relief than grief
More Mother Theresa than Hitler.
For then it all came to me
Like beer coming to a dry throat
How they must feel when they
Kill us
I confess that I felt dope
When I killed a killer!
Categories:
belched, society,
Form: Ballad
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