Best Devouring(A) Poems
Starving
wanting affection
eating fast food
devouring a strangers embrace
Hungry
Walking across a prairie brown,
My eyes a glanced up high,
Where creamy clouds, as white as shrouds,
Were gently passing by.
A buzzard all so hungry flew,
Swiftly across the plain;
Down below a mouse came out,
to watch with cheeky disdain.
Our big bird now up in the sky, was getting hunger pain;
The poor grass gone dry, with a thirsty cry;
were hoping for some rain.
A swift coyote sped past fast;
Hopeful of devouring a fine repast:
For after all where the raptor flies,
Can be always heard some dying cries.
This earth so parched arid and torn,
First she’ll see a cactus born,
Although so ugly, so much thorn;
He’s a prickly sight in the early morn.
Tis hard to believe, traversing across this vast expanse:
I’m – actually – watching – the thistle – dance.
-Prince Freakasso
(painter & poet)
Photography
I used to have a dark room.
Trigonometry.
No reference, the word causes anxiety though.
Anthropology
I used to live for this subject, imagining myself in Egypt on a dig.
Art.
I dabble, four hundred paintings later, I have no idea what I am doing.
English.
Worst 7th grade teacher ever, but I like it in spite of that ridiculous time.
PreAlgebra
No memory of this whatsoever, and glad of it.
Homemaking.
The only parts I liked were the sewing and the eating after the cooking.
Reading.
I can sit in a treehouse all day long, devouring a stack of books happily while
Choking down my favorite sandwich – peanut butter, Miracle Whip and lettuce.
Poetry.
Love the cadence of it. Never have understood it. Apparently I do not have to.
envelope rhyme
Humpty Dumpty, brave fall guy
attended the King's Christmas ball.
He never guessed his downfall,
empty headed, brain gone awry.
Humpty Dumpty's sneaky try,
bucking the Queen's serving line,
“Expelled! out back, you shall dine!”
close by yon royal pig sty.
Humpty Dump, give us a clue,
"Why did you behave so rudely?"
Your etiquette, so crudely
like a simple, naïve ingenue.
Humpty Dumpty then stone-walled
devouring a dozen eggs
plus twenty-four chicken legs
Sprawled thither on stone wall, he stalled.
Thus, Humpty Dumpty got bumped,
a bold nudge from one palace horse:
"Noble king cannot endorse
a cannibal, so totally stumped.”
December 17, 2019
When it rains it pours
Bad luck soars
You're falling apart
Behind closing doors
When the lights go out
You're consumed with doubt
Your losing your voice
But dying to shout
The domino effect
Your life is a wreck
One wrong move
And you sprained your neck
A stroke of bad luck
You're a sitting duck
You try breaking free
But your body is stuck
In sets of three
Inevitably
You aren't superstitious
But begin to believe
Will it relent
Your last penny spent
You bang on the walls
But can't make a dent
A thud on rock bottom
Devouring a crumb
The sound of silence
A high pitch drum
I figured they were kings.
After all what's a king to do
At a party where the guests had
Bad breath and rain splattered invitations.
By the way,
They looked like giants by the mantel.
Swirling a wine glass never
Held a tune quite like this.
I watched a drunk old man
Attempt to swivel his way
Into a date rape drug based teenager.
God bless the man who held his tongue.
God damn that woman by the host
With her cat hair covered Christmas massacre.
She was sweet enough in nature.
I moved back against a table edge
And became a wallflower
With too much lipstick for her skin tone.
After drenching myself with
A shaky glass of gin
I could spot one of the kings devouring a peach
And I could see why the ladies loved him,
Seduced him,
Disowned him,
And whatever else they did.
So I sat and watched.
I became a queen amidst
A cornucopia of pluots and plums.
I was a gift to the race of men
And a goddess compared to narcotics.
Pleasing was just another hobby of mine.
It goes great with a red dress and whiskey.
Exclamation marks rile up and excite Mrs. Ex.
She teaches seventh grade English and always suspects….
We are overdoing it when we use even on.
So I throw them in my paragraphs to have some fun.
She says they should be rare and exclusive to execute.
Her ideas are not mine, they simply do not compute.
Loving these fine exclamation marks, I make with my pen,
But she grades my papers, so a huge pickle I am in.
She says, “Please use them sparingly! Better yet, not at all.”
But what if I see a gigantic man-eating woman sixty feet tall?
Or a monster devouring a grade school and a shopping mall?
Mrs. Ex stares at me, in a kind of weird wordless stall.
What if you only used this mark once a day? She suggests.
Her suggestion annoys me, my pa and all of our guests.
Of course, new exclamation marks are all over the things that I write.
Infuriating out of Mrs. Ex, who ran away from her job last Tuesday night.
When devouring a hot chicken pie
An advertised flat caught my eye,
I would hazard a guess
Judging from its address
That the asking price wasn’t too high.
I collapsed in a state of deep gloom
When the landlord denied me that room,
He said “Nothing’s worse
Than a chap who writes verse!”
Within minutes I started to fume.
After snatching some six hours of sleep
I thought I should challenge that creep,
For with scant explanation
His discrimination
Might cause a young snowflake to weep.
I knew I should counter his crime
With an angry yet passionate rhyme,
He was powerful and scary
And so arbitrary,
And his property’s well past its prime.
My letter, dispatched the next day,
Employed words that I’d rather not say
(They are not in the bible),
Then he sued me for libel,
So his rent I’m not able to pay.
So the lesson is easy to see -
Do not venture to write poetry.
It could end in defeat
Then you’re stuck on the street,
Simply begging for coffee or tea.
banished into exile of freedom
with no chance of extradition
bail collateral and ransom refused
he marvelled at his painless tattoo
a rotten apple devouring a snake
inked into now sunburnt skin
reminded him that not everything
seemed as had been commanded
his island prison was very far removed
from what they called civilization
no barbed wire or wardens assaulted
mindfulness and serene integration
he cherished his forced independence
from years of familial violence and abuse
an inner orchard of peace blossomed
as he made good friends with himself
body design had healed mind soul and spirit
he was an escape artist by involuntary decree
who would they torture as their victim had vanished
a few pricks on the outside were a small price to pay
Here we go folks; and, yes, this is a hard one....Any winner, should that unlikely
event take place, ought to be enshrined in the Mensa Society, and declared a
puzzle-master, cryptanalyst genius, and be lauded throughout the land....So, don't
shy away from trying....who knows??....maybe the C.I.A. will hire you at $250,000
a year, and your fame and name will spread throughout the world!!! So, come'on
guys & gals, lets get crack'en.......
Part No. 1) Question; "It might be related to a hungry person eagerly devouring a
hero sandwich ravenously."
Firtst Clue; "One might say the sandwich has a hostile attitude to such a would-
be eater.
Today's Clue No. 2; "It moves between 2 worlds, and its bite is deadly.
Today's Clue No. 3:Lusitania
Today's Clue No. 4: Shark of Steel
Part No. 2) Question; "Adults and tots play with its parts.
First Clue; "Calif. Gold Rush."
Today's Clue No. 2; "Damn that Zam, he's a wham!!"
Today's Clue No. 3; Tinker.
Today's Clue N0. 4: Aqualung breakfast dish
Part No. 3) Question; ""It moves from state to state, but uses neither automobile
nor plane."
First Clue; "It may allude to something you'd display in your living room."
Today's Clue No. 2; "Tom Bell's home is well known as a place that it does
roam."
Today's Clue No. 3; It's nature makes it hard to find, though it is everywhere.
Today's Clue No. 4: Oscar Meyer's Cleaner
Part No. 4; (Bonus Question); "If things go ever more poorly,
And you can no longer find...
Your confusion award, you may
find these 2 words on your sword."
First Clue; "Sometimes "Pennies From Heaven" have a long wait before the
drought eases.
Today"s No.2-correct answer to pt. No.3 gives you half answer to this one
Today's clue No. 3;It could rhyme with immigration.
Today's Clue No. 4: Not a word you're likely to hear used. Noun. Act of becoming
increasingly unhappy.
i haven't forgotten
the sultriness of your lips
the infamous toss of my hips
the quiet haste the unfullfilled taste
that calm way the sun beamed
that warm way the breeze blew
softly over our bronzed form
connected two souls
creating another one
woven silver threads clinging
to my fountains lure raising tides
the bayou's dance over france
we both wore london fogs
dripping wetness of hidden
tangible desire's beckoning
spirit's beyond the bottoms hush
soft cheeks bare a pink blush
jasper gazed beneath teal stones
broken bread crumbs scrumptious skoans
the best part devouring a satisfying tart
a splash encounter red wines fine art
given birth to this tiny needy soul
on top of white linen
bathe in a porcelain bowl
This is a three part puzzle, with a bonus question- each starting at 10 points, and,
as before, each less one point starting on the second day (starting on Weds.
10/17, at noon, or as each new day's clue is posted, (If I oversleep...), and 30
points are needed to win. As last time, post to my AOL address, and GOOD
LUCK!!! The 1st prize will be the same- a poem written by me on any 1 word,
name, thing, action,etc., However, to win the Grand Prize- A copy of my poetry
book when published in the near future, or, if you choose, the cash-equivalent
prize, payable in tootsie rolls- (3, as calculated by it's value) or (6) Holloween
lollipops...or a vhs copy of a tom bell comedic skit of his choosing...you must get
all 4 parts correct, winning at least 35 points. All awards are final, and the
decision of da' Judge'....Here Come Da' Judge......!! will be considered final,
unless you can insult him into submission.....(oh, hmmmmm, dis' b' gittin'
compleeakated....) Have fun, guys...and "May The Forks Be With You!!!"
Regards, tom bell
P.S.- Contest ends 5PM, Monday, Oct.22nd. And again, submissions draped in a
sense of humor may earn up to 3 bonus points each, if in rhyme form, or
burlesque form. (No contestant stripping allowed in any bizarre desire to
influence da' jugge!)
New Quiz Part No. 1; "It might be related to a hungry person eagerly devouring a
hero sandewich ravenously."
Part No.2; "Adults and tots play with its parts."
Part No.3; "It moves from state to state, but uses neither automobile nor plane."
Bonus Question; "If things go ever more poorly,
"And you can no longer find,
"Your confusion award, you may
"find these two words on your sword."
Go Get'um Soupers!!!...".May the Forks Be With You!!!"
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch,
hesitation that is broken instantly.
Lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
Devouring a scared reflection for lunch,
got out and be who you’re meant to be.
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch.
Shadows of doubt you must expunge.
Champions aren’t developed delicately,
lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
Letting go of the frailty of a runch,
hands will gather aggression idly.
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch.
It begins with little more than a hunch,
don’t be too cautious or move hastily.
Lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
There is nothing seen as too much
to the brave who dream aggressively.
You’ll hear an earth shattering crunch,
lick the eight ball and throw a punch.
Upon a littered path I trod, alone,
A companion sought in my wanderings.
From afar, a peculiar man appeared,
In an abandoned caravan he resided.
Clad in tattered, sleeveless attire,
His laughter, unsettling, filled the air.
Devouring a rotten slice of cake,
He beckoned, "Hey, brother!" with lunatic flare.
Anxiety gripped my heart, relentless,
I darted to a mud shelter for refuge.
Exhaling relief, I sat in solitude,
Leaning against the primitive, fractured wall.
Suddenly, a peculiar voice emerged,
Echoing like water droplets cascading.
Attempting to rise, my legs refused,
Weakened and weary, my resolve waning.
Surrender beckoned, the shadows encroaching,
Evil lurking in the inky blackness.
But as I drew breath for a desperate cry,
Mama's voice pierced the dream, rousing me.
Awakened from the vivid reverie,
I found solace in the realm of the waking.
For the lonely walk and its haunting trials,
Were but a dream, a fleeting illusion.
Calico Cuban cats devouring a cheese cone
Des Moines deer directing a driven drone
Elmhurst elk writing out an elongated poem
Fresno felines frolicking in feathery sea foam
Gary’s gorillas grabbing themselves a grooming comb.
Hanover’s hefty hags happily losing their home
Illinois iguana playing his slide trombone
Jersey’s jackalopes creeping up on a bone
Kingston’s kangaroos sitting as still as stone
Liverpool’s little linguistic feeling all alone
Mammoth meerkat wanting Cuban cat’s cheese cone
Never-do-well’s nemesis capturing deer’s driven drone