Best Excess Poems
Unswallowed lumps of lobster immodest
Crustacean returns to pincers persimmon
Waitress whisk indiscernible clears linen
Custom of one equates her eight hour day
Has It All Paul wipes away gourmet residual
Exhaustion frightened by frothy latte
Fingers in pies finance necromancer denies
Bulging funds fail to complete, coins conflict
Periphery rebuffs, enough is finite, endless leers
Goblet of gluttony grape broth overflow inflicts
Victim of vanished virtue, bon vivant declaration
Transmutes rules, outruns consequence
Guidance glued in buttery dough glides rhetorical
Yacht reined in quay quiver, another arrow for Cupid
Entertainment timed to change with shifting tides
Inglots tossed overboard drown in debauch
Drunk playboy Paul while vulnerable divulges
Disdain for greeds' steep scrag, perpetual pursuit
Outdo, prove prowess for those who never realise
Incongruent grapple for further forgets to cherish
Partners relent, resources force caucus to submit
Patronising Paul procures boardroom obedience
Inundating debt retards bombastic boon reward
Promise of association silences indulgent sin
28th June
Plenty Stimulates
I met Peter for a blind date
His bad habits I REALLY hate
He sat picking his nose
Finding fluff from his toes
Then both of these items he ate!
His mother accompanied us …
She’d sat next to me on the bus
Told me Peter was ‘pure’
And to be doubly sure
She’d tied up his balls in a truss!
Peter was a prolific farter
So our date I deemed a non-starter
The wind from his tush
Came out in a rush
I went home as I’m not a martyr!
Fiction write BUT I did go out with a guy who wanted to bring his mother with us when we went on honeymoon ….needless to say I didn’t marry him!
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01~30~17
An ardent longing for the finer things ...
Vodka from eggs - bedrooms with wings.
Bugatti's and coffees topped with gold,
Armani, Brioni, and true absinthe, old.
Bottega Veneta or a Lanvin wool coat,
Yachts that are really just mansions that float.
Valets and limos and luxe high-rise suites,
Beds dressed in D. Porthault Jours de Paris sheets.
Bluefin sashimi, Kopi Luwak,
Yubari Melon, and real Dark To'ak.
Matsutake Mushrooms, Wagyu Beef,
South Devon Crab with fresh saffron leaf.
Almas Caviar, Bonnotte Potatoes,
White Alba Truffles, Canarian Tomatoes.
Heligan Pineapple, Densuke Black
Watermelon, sweet. In pocket, a stack.
Milan designed leather shoes and gloves -
Oh, I'm cursed, eternal, with such lavish loves!
So what is the claim, if extravagance deems?
I hope for tomorrow, and believe in my dreams.
For naught yet compares to my imaginings' wealth,
All the money on earth can't buy my good health.
So I dream, but I'm happy with all I've been blessed,
And MAYBE, in time ... fate will see to the rest.
It can't have been the scallops
Or the rump of Islay lamb,
Washed down with white Rioja
Followed by sweet meringue.
It wasn't the skate au poivre
Or smoked salmon canapes
Nor garlic stuffed green olives
Or the double chocolate glaze.
The ruby red barolo
Is surely not to blame
(It was so very very good,
We had some more of the same).
The piquant piccalilli
That came with the ham terrine
Was absolutely to die for,
In French, "Cuisine Sublime".
The roasted veg in garlic,
The rich redcurrant sauce,
All perfectly delicious -
And then we passed the port.
Replete, we left the table
Of coffee to partake,
With a couple of Glenlivets
To sup for old times' sake.
A perfect evening, then off to bed
To dream of happy days.
'Twas not to be, a sudden waking
With a screeching shout of pain,
The hounds of hell were gnawing
At a foot now sore inflamed
And throbbing, throbbing, throbbing,
In purgatory now moaning,
In agony exclaiming,as,
Tormented, he writhes about,
"Must be a change in the weather
Has caused this devilish gout !"
Eating sugary foods
each day is known to cause
enamel damage; so
ensure you brush your teeth!
Eroded teeth can give
excruciating pain …
extraction could follow!
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09~17~16
Freezer burn is a luxury;
the very notion that food,
plentiful enough
to sit idly in storage
long enough
to become encased in crystal
casually tossed;
no longer within the range
of usefulness
A concept
so completely foreign to me,
unheard of until
as a preteen was mentioned
while visiting a friend.
~pentopaper, 2015
"Tales of tales of giving reasons"
"A centipede under the bed,
Bring a stick to beat",
"All the sticks in feces"
"Go to river to wash",
"River remains full of fish",
"Bring a net to catch the fish",
"All the nets are torn"?
"Bring a needle to stitch the net",
"All the needles are broken",
"Go to a Gold Smith to repair the needle",
"The Gold Smith and Gold Smith,knocked down and died"!
(A folktale in circulation in Sri Lanka,generations after generations,in poetic order,in Tamil language)
Excess of anything is bad – God has excess!
The Odour of Excess.
Sitting together,
smiling benignly,
sipping coffee,
flaked with 24-carat gold-leaf shavings,
their empty souls,
always on the prowl,
to sate,
the latest cravings.
"sell all your jewellery, and give to the poor",
revolutionary words, uttered by His son,
Jesus of Nazareth.
Well, we all know what became of him,
when we see God's Sacrificial Lamb,
stuck up on cross to bleed out and to die.
And today, two-thousand years on,
we are drenched in the rivers,
of the crocodile tears,
that His people on Cable-TV do cry.
It reeks of ostentation,
and of smug conceit,
for their hollow piety stinks,
as they suckle on,
and bite down hard,
on capitalism and greed's raw teat.
"pay your workers before the sweat on their brow dries",
so said the Prophet of Islam,
Muhammad (Peace Be Upon Him) in Arabia,
more than fouteen-hundred years ago,
and while they will slaughter me in an instant,
if I were to curse his name aloud,
they dishonour him,
each and every day,
as they sip,
on their designer coffee,
flaked with 24-carat gold-leafed shavings,
masking their crassness,
by screeching their prayers,
five times a day,
and ever so loud.
They stink of money,
and their odour reeks,
wafting across all lands,
lingering on for weeks.
Now some will say,
that I envy them,
and thus I am sore,
but honestly now,
let's ask a question,
was this what God the Merciful had in mind,
when He sent His Son,
and all His Prophets,
down upon this earth for?
The city sleeps,
its lights tucked away,
hidden,
once vibrant and illuminated-
now dark and incomplete.
Speckles of dew litter the streets,
the excess of human emotion,
recycled,
a predator hunting its new victim
as it cowers in the darkess, waiting.
High dollar clothes with tons of gold,
Putting on a look that’s daring and bold,
A rock star’s life , a break I cant get,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
My habits will forever make me last in the race,
I powder my nose, beer the taste does chase,
Dressing up this face, to myself I’m a threat,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
Going out tonight with X as my date,
Clubbing, dancing, tempting my fate,
No service I get irate, the waitress’s attention I can’t get,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
Driving drunk to a party around the block,
Budding dime bags, pockets full of rock,
That guy’s gun did cock, my life I often bet,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
Staring wide-eyed at the colors on the wall,
Tequila shots with beer in high ball,
The grim reaper I call, my fate I set,
Why oh why am I not dead yet?
I woke up in a strange place,
Someone’s in the shower, I don’t know the face,
She left something in me that I can’t erase,
From deep with in me, A voice fills the space.
I’m not dead yet but today’s another day,
If I don’t outlive my fun, my trespasses I will pay,
I should start paying attention to the help I do borrow,
If I don’t I might not get a chance to wake up tomorrow.
Sue was putting on weight
at an alarming rate
Was it down to fate…
or too much food on her plate!
She got asked by a mate
when was her due date
But Sue’s monthly was not late,
at her friend Sue got quite irate!
Her friend’s comment made Sue instigate
a course on how to roller skate.
Her weight gain Sue did negate
and she’s slimmed down and looking great!
10-19-17
The owl can see with wide and narrow view
Focuses both poets and artists knew.
The broad sweep on the canvas makes a place
Where details and designs can have their space.
What God endowed the owl with such excess;
When all her progeny enjoy such bliss?
I think, where is the snake with frightening hiss?
What startling accident created this?
Eagles,hawks and owls must kill to eat.
No blandishments nor kindness make them sweet.
What God could make an Eden this deceit;
Where lambs are snatched up while their mothers bleat
So God himself destroys to fill his leisure;
Such fearsome revelations show his measure.
…
I opened the door
and let the flood roll in
all I said was how are you
a plain simple answer
would have sufficed
but no- here it was
the whole truckload
of ungodly manure
dumped at my feet
piled so high up
my nose and ears
were full of it
not once but twice
and come to think of it
it’s every single time
I doubt I really need this
it isn’t sane or healthy
remembering I’m trying to
unclutter my own mess
clear my own backyard
AP: 1st place 2020
Posted on December 14, 2018
it's the love of you i see in every wonder
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on August 18, 2022