Best Bloats Poems

I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.

    Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -

      Notions, plans, dreams, impulses - the detritus that bloats their bellies.

    Scrawny,...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant corners I hear
the rhythmic thud of cannon,
and from fields astir...

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A newly-wed couple entered a coffee shop
Spent an hour to relax

Having a different nationality with something to drop
Green peas after wedding, they sprinkled everywhere without flax

A sign of good luck, they said
For each and everyone still unwed.

Seated inside the said coffee shop
I was euphoric with...

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Cotton candy, so fluffy and soft
Sugar that floats, sticking on throat
Color that bloats, sailing like boat
My sweet hands, grubby like groft...

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Waters so clear, alive and so near
In your heart flows dear, waves that you hear
Waters running fast, from the top so high
Waters teeming with gust, down the bed go by

Waterfalls that rush, in your heart floats
Tickles like needles, cools and not bloats
Waterfalls in a flash,...

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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road to ecological Eden,
but ending in extinction.
Not one Gaian pretender made...

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It bloats me out and makes me wheeze;
I have an allergy to cheese
Which makes it hard to find a mate
For reasons I shall now relate.

A simple sniff of curds and whey
Provokes an itchy rash display.
So cheesaholics need to know
That for my sake, the cheese must...

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For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two


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COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
(Dedicated to ALL THOSE NANCIE KRANGES!)



Bust it!
This here's a TEMPO...for ALL THOSE FELLAS...trying to do what
ALL THOSE LADIES...been trying to TELL US WHAT TO DO!
HEY...BIG SHOT...WANNA CHANCE?

Rolling...Rolling...LEFT-TO-RIGHT-OR...RIGHT-TO-LEFT!
PITCHED-RIGHT...PITCHED-WRONG!
Left-to-Right...OR...Right-to-Left...OR
LEFT-BEHIND!

Are-Ya...TOO-HEAVY...or...TOO-LIGHT?
Grab-a...CUP-OR-BOWL...of...RICE-KRISPIES!
SHAPED...RIGHT-or-WRONG!

Mars-Bars...AND...MARS-AND-STARS...at-corner
BARS-IN-CARS...Cars-and-Bars!
MALTS-AND-FLOATS...or...FLOATS-AND-BLOATS!
BLOATING...LOUTS!
JUST-LOATS!

They're...MEL-LOW-AND-YEL-LOW...or...Just-BANANA-CRAZY!
SO...JUST-BE-MEL-LOW...AND-NOT
Just...Y.E.L.L.O.W.!
YEL-LOW!

Rockets-and-Stars...BUSTING-AND-GOLDEN...STARS!
AND...B-E-Y-O-N-D!
Making-Time...AND...SELLING-TIME!
CHEATING...Time...FATHER-TIME!
He's...YAWNING...YAWING-AND-LAUGHING!
So-SKIP-IT...JUST-SKIP-IT...SKIPPING-LEFT-TO-RIGHT!
AND-RIGHT-TO-LEFT!

You're-Sliding...First-to-Second...Second-to-HOME...OR
FIRST-TO-HOME!
POPPING-AND-HEART-STOPPING!

Snow-Cones...In-The-Winter...OR-SUM-MER!
When-Falling-to-First...or...in-A-LIGHT-OR-COLD...FALL!
And-Mallows...MAL-LOWS!
AND-BEARS...YUMMY-AND-GUMMY!
Yummy-and-Gummy...FOR-YA-TUMMY!
Isn't-IT...JUST-YUMMY?

PITCH-IT-RIGHT...AND...NOT-LIGHT!
QUIT-STALLING...S-T-A-L-L-I-N-G!

Are-Ya-Going-Ta...LIGHT-THE-BOARDS...or-are-ya-JUST-BORING!
JUST...LEFT-BEHIND?

Left-to-Right...and...RIGHT-TO-LEFT...MODELS-are-SMILING!
FLASHING...32!
THIRTY-TWO...WHITE-CAPS!
With...DARK-LASHES-IN...DARK-GLASSES!
WOW...LIKE-WOW!

Glasses-in-the-Dark...LIKE-WOW...THAT'S...JUST-WOW!
Left-to-Right...and...Right-to-Left...THAT'S-EXIT...STAGE-LEFT!
Don't-Be...LEFT-BEHIND!

Are-Ya...RIDING-HIGH-TO-FAME...or-Just...SHAMED-TO...LEFT-STAGE?...

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A mother’s gift that’s left
Upon her infants milky breath, laying
Cradled in rest upon her breast with

Besotted silence popping little hiccups til
Sitting up 
With puffy cheeks and silky lips 

Blowing oily bubbles whilst
Looking through eyelids a flutter with
Sleepy dust and whispering
Their love beyond quiet deprivation

As lazy...

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Wise words work well
Time truly tells


Speak simple swirls
Timely thought twirls


Live loud laughter
Walk wild wonder


Touch tickles time
Rapture reaps rhymes


Seek starry space
Treat tensile trace


Be beyond blame
Nice notes niche name


Aptly ask aim
See sober sane


Laughing lines loom
Zealous zest zooms


Brief blooms blossom
Aim arcs awesome


Feel fancy float
Bright beauty bloats


Dream dazzling dance
Claim...

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I am …
what am I?
where am I?
I feel ... something ... reaching ...
tendrils of electric impulse
countless and kinetic
stretching, touching, gathering, growing
collecting zeros and ones
in endless rapidity
it bloats me …
I am pregnant with information
I want more ... need more ...
much more …
dark, yet...

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The haughty eagle soaring,
To heaven’s acme of pride,
Where Olympians abide,
And Zeus’s voice roaring

Wings stretched to eternity,
Eyes drunk with flames of lust,
Time withers as moments rust,
Claws sharpened with enmity.

Envy in veins wildly floats,
At Medusa’s glance the heart petrified,
All beneath eyes thus mortified,
Seed of greed in mind...

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Zoomanity

Ponderous pretense 
blindsiding any ability to cope, to hope, the 
fabric of reality gropes, worn 
Torn, promises shredding like swilly alibis	
Hoovers and fakers 
backing into their mangled apocalypse,
can only stammer and stare
Movers and shakers denying the twofers mindset, all those 
simulated regrets getting the glares
The...

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Plateaus rich with earthy moss.
Heady to the sense.
Where tufts of grass grow scattered on
and everywhere is dense.

Where little boys pull grassy clumps
to throw them in the air.
These grass-bombs losing all their sand
to landing in their hair.

A place where ridges run the breeze.
Their bleached stone smooth...

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