Best Biting Poems
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entry for Charles Henderson's strict Haiku 2 competition
Dog Free to Good Home
By Elton Camp
I have a dog to give away
One I picked up as a stray
Only good homes need apply
Who Brutus’ needs will supply
Recommendations you must give
And let me come see how you live
Also, Brutus must be kept inside
A fenced yard must be supplied
Pet insurance you must take out
Vet visits supplied without doubt
Table scraps you mustn’t feed
The finest food he does need
Just to take him in is not okay
An adoption is the only way
Your fur child he has to be
In order for you to satisfy me
Also, his territory you must respect
Otherwise, it’s an attack to expect
If all of these things you will supply
Then to adopt him you may apply
I once knew a poet named Carl
Who found himself in a troubling snarl
A victim of vicious rumors you see
The result of deep rooted envy
Gave him clenched teeth and knuckles all gnarled
My nails I’m biting
Crashing noise so frightening...
Thunder and lightning
(Winter Song)
This cold is touching me and I'm liking it
It hugs me real tight and I'm loving it
Now it's biting me real hard
From my foot up to my face
I wanted to let go but it won't
Though it realy hurts, I won't mind
Cry? Never!
(c) 2012
Starving myself in an attempt to lose weight
Feel like biting our dear Golden of late
My only fear is
She'd never forgive
To show her displeasure on my bed she'd urinate
© Jack Ellison 2015
I have been systematically bitting
my nails since I was 6 year's old
so I am told
Sometimes way down past where
the skin begins and blood starts
And it hurts so much I can't even
pick stuff up
And yes I know it's a filthy habit and
it really hurts
I have somehow never been able to stop
So what is the explanation or only
conclusion to be gained
Am I in fact a sadist do I love pain
1 thing is most definitely for certain
I must quite obviously be stupid
because I know what I am doing
to myself
And even despite all this I still won't
be stopping any time soon
Nailed it
Risk I have took for you
I faced the dangers and faught powers greater than my own
Honestly I dont know how ive made this far
I Thank the Lord for always carrying me
Blessed yes By the Best
Undeniably committed to the struggle
Silent meetings I spoke so loud
I opened my heart and revealed only a little of what i feel
I suffered the rest in silence
Trained and practiced for when preperation meets opportunity
Thank You God Bless I see very good
Watching like a hawk i keep my mind busy
Because the idle mind is the devils workshop
Curuption in every nook and cranny of this ungodly land
Im reasonly upset by the recent chain of events
Zipcodes and gridlocks and selective hearing
Gossip on their lips thats my battle plan
Its a toss up if I'll get my life back
Im coming across as a man with some kind of Intellgence
It's apparent by my letters i know how to build a sentence well
And paragraphs reminded me dont forget to love your enemies
It's obvisous
It must be done from a distance to get the job done
I know he's been there
Somewhere in between the palm of my hand and the unwritten corners of last week...
I know he's seen me, tip-toeing over the shadows that felt misplaced in his mother's
hallway, the darkness contradicting the way I kissed him, the way he whispered...
the way I cried.
My calves can't handle this and I'm desperate to return to something
skinny
like the way my fingers fumble on buttons that should have never become undone and I
swear, my blue jeans are older now, they've lost their pride as the mirrors that reflect
me laugh upon the lilts of dishonesty,
and now I feel less than important, despite the crawling of my skin and the knowledge that
his lips
have rested there.
I'm perfect when the pages warp, when Webster falls asleep and dreams, when surrealism
flashes her sparkling smile across dictionary pages and the stain of irrationality
creeps
over my cheeks,
I'm terrified of silence yet I stay inside myself, I wrap my mind in thought and mutter
insensibilities occasionally, I discover the warmth inside my stomach when fear attempts
to bite me, and I turn a little to my left to find him, breathing,
behind the shadows
watching me.
My palms are clammy, I've picked up memories and clenched onto them for far too long, I've
let them drop and shatter and studied their destruction, but I've looked up when I've been
raking the earth of inability for hours and I see him,
smiling,
holding irrationality in between his sparkling teeth
and I'm perfect, somehow,
in these tangles
of
my
hair.
Sijo 8
when a biting wind swept through in the ruins no soul dwells in
and as the sky pulls the curtain the night falls again on earth;
alas, the night’s though too long for the lonely homeless wanderer
I bite my nails to keep
order, to keep them in line
I chew my fingers-
feast on the small
shreds of flesh to keep
them groomed-we don’t want
any outliers or any heads
poking out of the crowd-
it doesn’t look good.
That’s how they should be-
bloody disfigured and
inconsistent nails with
the bacteria from the dirt
and germs
going into my mouth.
I create
scabs
and
hangnails
and
shreds.
And now I return to write another entry
in this long poem. Behold the biting bees
pollinating many trees and flowers
at all hours in their bowers,
for humankind's consumption.
Let us eat many sweets
with our loves so sweet.
My love is a grape,
so sweet and dark,
for she brings darkness upon my soul,
for she has left,yet she is as royal as Byzantine purple.
It is horrible news for any business entity
if an outfit is forced into a bankruptcy.
There is no immunity even in the casino industry.
Another one bites the dust here in Atlantic City.
After the thirteenth day of the month of January,
the southernmost place on the boardwalk will be history.
Due to the economic climate and increased competition,
any enterprise can fall into a precarious situation.
Apparently unable to meet its current obligations,
a hotel has been told to cease its operations.
We will be saying goodbye after over thirty years.
Apparently, only hotel employees will be shedding tears.
A star is in the making, hopeful and joyful,
Digital as it’s said, ready and set to go,
Dwindling in the spirit, rising but shaky,
A pill is fixed on the lips, slowly sinking in the mouth,
Substance abuse really, a bitter pill in our midst.
The pill is biting slowly, the pill is surely killing,
Having no boundaries, considering no gender,
Changing a hero to zero, from a leader to a failure,
Education will now be history, hopes will sure go down,
Risks will be so high, and ooops! life will surely sink.
Some will give them names, to hide the bitter truth,
The biting pill for sure, is here to steal and kill,
Separating from the visioners, fixing in the perishers,
Bitter will never be better, letter Z will never be A,
The substance really biting, hurting and hitting hard.
The star is making headlines, loosing all the lines,
Stammering and staggering, moving back and forth,
The pill will now be flowing, slowly down the throat,
Biting like a serpent, as it flows down to the belly,
The liquid is so lethal, blinding and even killing.
Shouting and loosing manners, the fruits of the taking,
Dirty mind and dirty self, cleanliness will never mind,
Highs will now be lows, determination will be frustration,
Zoom will now be doom, the visions will be rebellion,
All will now be useless, rise up and see the danger.
Let not the pill on your lips, sink down into your mouth,
Spit it out and know for sure, life will be assured,
And the liquid so lethal, drain it out of your mouth,
Stop and stop the danger, that threatens our future,
And in oneness and in faith, we clear the biting pill.
My tongue
has no more blood;
no tissue to slide through my teeth.
I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.
© 2011 ~JSLambert Esquire