Best Bilious Poems

ASP OF GRIEF

She buries her head upon this asp of grief —
soft with reptilian fangs, hard with poison.
Her covetous husband lies upon the Nile’s reef.
She holds her abdomen in her arms - his son.

with lunar belly...
the shape of her husband’s seed
...a fateful eclipse

The pit with...

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"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher perch
than snakes and ladders
than ground level entry

the floor is plentiful
the...

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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear

a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts 
as you abdicate morality for something you should not 

have you ever felt a choke while you were asleep?
fighting unseen forces that...

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"The Payload" 

The payload 
came crashing down
like rain expelled
from the fat belly 
of a ruinous pregnant cloud 
bilious with buxom promise

it came crashing down 
like school fish released 
from the tight confines
of a course rope net
heavy onto a deck, where 
harried feet shuffled like cards

it...

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Do silence them
Do prick the mortal flesh
Spin a web in what they bleed
And chain them to the garden gate

Maidens of the high teas
Casting a tower of pollution
The thick smoke clinging to the inside
Of a cautious lung, a war of attrition

Taking to the top, with their...

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"15 and 16"


she was taken
from a distance
removed, she watched 
her mother die
15

the sky bleeds
blue now

echoes in the 
cloudy eyes of 
a helpless mother 
watching her daughter
and innocence die

the warm jets 
from bilious 
billionaires
well fed 
by conceits

through fear
15 and 16
never arrive 

they are late, as always
busy...

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In my own quiet bedroom,
In my own comfy bed,
Every night I escape from reality.
I give wings to my fancy
When the pillow hits my head,
And my dreams are like a movie that's starring me.

I'm Aladdin glidin' on a magic carpet,
And the djinn has ditched his lamp...

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Notre terre qui est à Votre taille
Forgive us please our enormous bilious hubris
The quasar-lit heavens smile only down upon us
For Our Master he presideth over the Universe

Our Architect-Father he beds down in the blackest holes
Our temple bells and lodges’ knell toll only for Thee
While Thou...

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after a few drinks
one cold night
the Rev. Mr Culpepper
left his club
in the eastern part of
Jasper County Mississippi

on his walk home
he was taken sick
and stopped at the residence
of a dear lady friend
the widow mary banes

there hie took
a dose or two
maybe even three
of medicine
followed by
some liquid
libation

here he...

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Ago I watched a woman coax
A fellow back from death.
Sand clung to the drowned
Man's shoulder, briny fluid
Dripped from clustered hair
Breath pushed lung to throat

In that moment inelastic life
Crashed back upon the dead
like a shadow tsunami
A curl of pale and bilious gas
Fumed from chimney nostrils
Solidified in...

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Friday May 13th, 2022

An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia  struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never took a drink,
nevertheless he witnessed
and falsely accused of being a rat fink,
when everything but the kitchen sink
instantaneously disappeared in a...

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The moon has groaned home;

And soon the shadow’s drum,

Resonates the rhythmic silhouette,

To the ferocious pains of the spine;

Hear the heavy throbs of the drum,

The panting steps of the trumpet,

And the singing sage of the flute.

See as she curved patiently

In the wind, and twist her shanks,

Directly...

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Like a pack of howling wolves in need of prey,
A wounded urban psyche strains its gnarled voice,
Motherless, fatherless, ice cold pavement waif,
Wee small hours plight 

The rocks of his facade dispatched in ghost trains
for those ghoulish oil float gutters  to imbibe,
Back street burden stray,...

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San-Goanna Blue

Morning Halliwell are you right?  {rhymer halliwell is 85}
or have your toes tucked up so tight,
are you with us or cantered through,
beyond the vale Saint Peters Zoo,
no brown snakes there tonight?

Or are you dancing an Irish jig,
With some well fed porker pig,
And playing...

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Chronus Drawn

Chronus One came from Planet Brendon Dawn
Along the Silver System’s galactic path
A young warrior king who followed no one’s laws
His head was large and bullet shaped
So were his thoughts
Chronus used his warped laser gun to get things done
It did his thinking for him
When not...

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