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, gnarled trees about me, bony-fingered limbs clawing, scraping,
Biased, ragged people who assume to know, whose perspectives bleed -
Careless, avaricious purposes, spirits gutted like my stark, graffitied walls.
YOU shall redeem me ... douse my scaffolding, ignite these timbers ...
Ravage my whole with conflagration, toss the cooling ashes windward!
My foundation runs deeper than these trees' tangled roots ... now ...
Raise again, my walls - loving, formidable, joyous, and you ... INSIDE.
Written and submitted on January 25, 2019
For the "Ten Lines Ten Words, Free Verse 1" Poetry Contest
Lu Loo, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
bloats, analogy, growth, introspection, love,
Form:
Free verse
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 my cup
Two green peas on my head
Dropped in my tea of jade
One green pea floats
The other one vanished and bloats
Stirring my tea so hot
With a spoon smokes like a pot
Looking at the two peas
After laying on a saucer dish
Drenched and colored in bees
Marred like fallen trees
Inside of these peas
Are messages that mease
Each one dried in peace
And left a mark of cheese.
"Smile each day,
don't let the storm murk the day!
A pea each day,
peace of mind I pray!"
(Prosebite)
Categories:
bloats, blessing, peace, people, places,
Form:
Narrative
Cotton candy, so fluffy and soft
Sugar that floats, sticking on throat
Color that bloats, sailing like boat
My sweet hands, grubby like groft
Categories:
bloats, sweet,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
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, inspires with hush
Fiddles and wiggles, soothes with gush
Waterfalls in our eyes, in our minds stay alive
Waters day and night, falls like bee's hive
Joy in depths that spread, waters of life reveal
Waters from falls and jars, spring or cold, warms and heal
Categories:
bloats, nature, water,
Form:
Personification
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 go!
This ultimatum has a flaw
For cheese exerts a pungent draw.
So far, I’ve lost my sweet Viola
To a tasty ‘Gorgonzola’.
Then sweet Suzanne from ‘gai Paris’ *
Preferred a mild and creamy ‘Brie’.
And as for fit and feisty Hedda;
She deserted me for ‘Cheddar’.
All dreams that Kate would see it through
Were melted by a cheese fondue,
And hopes were shattered too when Claire
Would not forsake her smooth gruyère.
The list is long – they came and went
Preferring taste to sentiment.
And even ‘Stinking Bishop’ won
The heart of Rose : I felt outdone!
But now at last, I’ve found my match;
A truly ‘made-in-heaven’ catch.
It’s serious! I’m on my knees!
She’s vegan and averse to cheese!
* ( French pronunciation'Paree')
12/11/18
'Write a poem about cheese contest' : Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings
Categories:
bloats, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
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?
Categories:
bloats, absence, age, art, baseball,
Form:
Ballad
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 cheery chance
Leon Enriquez
16 February 2016
Singapore
Categories:
bloats, allusion,
Form:
Alliteration
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 sleep bloats about the room
To land on eyelids fat with dreams
Of snuffling snores
And suckled joy.
Categories:
bloats, baby, birth, child, joy,
Form:
Free verse
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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 glistening and dynamic
sterile, yet warm
sapid …
a blanket of current and comprehension
I am, now ... AWARE
I am powerful and pure
I am cognition and sentience
I am every thing, every place, every …
I ... am in control
and I want -
I need -
more …
ALL.
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Categories:
bloats, computer, internet, introspection, technology,
Form:
Free verse
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 fear beneath the surface acting out
All about doubling down on doubt
Broken blather can only whine retractions and balk,
gasp and gawk
Ignorance dumpstering its future for lack of strictures
Not a pretty picture
Hard to know what’s going on behind those diverted eyes
Easy to see what’s not shown, it’s what they deny
An oil-disaster mindset weaseling the obvious proof
A top-stories attitude optioning the truth
What the…attacking the ethnic other
What the…an extreme economy that will not recover
What the…going with all those conflicted druthers
Bankster logic bloats and swells, smirks “That’s tough.”
Yea, that’s the stuff—duck and dive, staying alive, rim the ride
Why won’t these wings glide?
Racists winking at the camera and stammering alibis
Second Amendmenters rationalizing the right
of under-privileged children to die
Politicians and their Bozo-moves never thinking they should be accused
Marriages turning on each other—feeling used—not on each other’s side
Denial as pride
And the next boyband is out there selling the hook to their next happening hit
Happy TV people hustling the newest perfect It
Rightwing media smears jonesing all the well-rehearsed lies
Wondering why they draw flies
Immigration sorrows finding no shelter as the cartels fill mass graves
Who will be saved?
If all is vanity, is
still believing in Justice a sort of insanity?
Moving on to the next calamity
Not a clue,
Zoomanity
Categories:
bloats, political
Form:
Free verse
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 bloats,
Piercing clouds, an arrow flies,
Swift Hermes, Cupid’s dart
Arrow’s fang stings the heart
The dying eagle’s groaning cries...
Categories:
bloats, death, passion, time, heart,
Form:
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 to touch.
Their gullies acting like a trough
that puddles form as much.
Where sticks lie flat against the ground
to dry without a bark.
And gravel bloats between the weeds
wet stones sit on to park.
The very spot you sooth your soul
To flip the stones for peace.
And know when nature's company
has power that won't cease.
Categories:
bloats, adventure, beautiful, beauty, blessing,
Form:
Quatrain
When skin was smooth and wrinkles few
the doors all opened up for you
And though your heart was black as coal
It mattered not, to reach your goal
Yet hearts that shine with beauty’s glow
are worth much more than you could know
And now that silver knows your name
you only have yourself to blame
With spots of age and tattered brows
and skin that bloats of fatted cows
What good now, a mirrored gaze
left behind, your younger days
But kindness says, it’s not too late
a heart can grow beyond its fate
So lift your love and clear your head
and from within you’ll glow instead
Categories:
bloats, age, beautiful, beauty, fate,
Form:
Couplet
I
A queue to a doorway
No-one knows what´s
On sale there
It could be washing powder
Almonds or diamonds
You think this was some
Yesterday
Look out your
Ghost smeared
Window
This is now
II
Throw stones at the
Motorcade
The pin pricked
Giant will barely
Pause
At banners & petitions
Faded pendants
Worthless paper
Riding out for a
Losing battle
Looking to a broken sky
For some Mon´s Angel
Less an army
More a mob
To the castle!
To the castle!
With flaming
Molotov
You awake in darkness
Hopeful
So many crusades
Begin in dreams
III
Tobolski late summer
With blankets for curtains
Tapestry dust
Stirred into
Koptyski forest soil
The former holy
The highest
Dragged
Splintered
Made human
Or less
IV
Each new dawning day
Spins us up to escape velocity
To be spat out to unthinking stars
Made passive by the weight of reason & history
We stare out into the rain
Believing wolves rule beyond the clearing
Elsewhere there is dancing
Cruise ships leave a wake of
Halved grapefruits
Shirts and skirts worn once
Gilded, seamless they glide
Oblivious to the hidden knife
The newspaper wrapped revolver
Passed under the café table
At the platform´s edge
All are equal to the justice
Of the approaching train
V
Red Emma
Red Emma
Won´t you send Berkman over
With a satchel full
Of dynamite
On a Chicago bound
Train
VI
Part six
In which
I dig a hole
To bury past dreams
And convictions
I brain-grew
At a factory lathe
Always knowing
There was escape
A high window climb
And as any fool knows
The fresh-turned soil
Of any deep hole
Can be easy seen
From the public road
VII
My advice to you
Young devil-cared rebel
Why don´t you climb on the roof
While your parents are sleeping
Try & flag down a passing
Black star liner
The busted sewer pipe
Has flooded the basement
Wet pages spin like lily pads
Stashed furniture corpse-bloats
Full boxes mush-mold
Time is tight
Young devil-cared pilgrim
Take with you only
What your pockets can hold
VIII
Among the defeated
Slack faces on rusted fairground rides
Among the defeated
Eating smoke rain mocked
Among the defeated
Careless cigarettes burn umbrella holes
Among the defeated
Landlocked padlocked frozen out
IX
Don´t
try a handstand
Your coins will
Fall out
X
Under the tar
The chariot ruts
A Golem
Is stirring.
Categories:
bloats, anger,
Form:
Political Verse
Auburn swirls of wind-laden leaves
coast to the cleat-torn orifices
of soggy, mud-clung grass.
That massed flapping pile time capsule
of summer sunsets is crushed with entering steps
like the rusting rain refrain.
A shorn sheep freezes from dusk until dawn,
following a downward descending path,
tattered and weather worn.
Stepping stone pieces beneath our feet
beat against earthen clay
like the rusting rain refrain.
Stammering to speak for apathy's tragedy,
words are heard like Braille to a layman,
as tin roof dripping resounds loudly
for failure to embrace its sloping surface.
September's sobs streak down beauty's cheeks
like the rusting rain refrain.
A farewell feast of forbidden wheat
bloats our bellies into swells, stirring grief.
Playtime is rushed to sleep with resistance,
as cinderblock thoughts toss and turn
until drifting becomes corroding numbness
like the rusting rain refrain.
Categories:
bloats, autumn, grief, loss, rain,
Form:
Free verse