Best Gurgled Poems
Abuses hurled and Alcohol gurgled,
In the vortex of confusion
And blurred vision.
Intoxicated pleasure from surreal leisure.
Fooled senses and numbed conscience.
Wiped existence of love and kindness cuffed.
Lashed at the one he once loved.
Cringed and clung to her faint faith.
She and her cursed fate.
Exploding paroxysm of hate.
Her whipped ivory skin and bleeding lips,
Eyes with teary tinge,
Has the harvest moon singed.
Stillness of the night, pierced
By memories of bitterness-sodden years.
"Hurt me not", she trembled with fear,
"let me live for my girl, dear".
The cries colored skies crimson.
Just one reason--Her little girl.
As her daughter stared
With flaming locks and eyes that flared.
By Angom Amy (15)
Ted was a professional farter
and at his windy recitals he’d boast
that could even toot Moonlight Sonata
If his wife fed him baked beans on toast!
There was an annual farting competition
Held in downtown Chicago, (the ‘Windy City’)
Ted had pre-loaded his guts for the mission
To lose his title would be such a pity
Ted knew that the competition was stiff
His groaning guts how they gurgled away
He farted an exceptional guitar riff
hoping he’d be winning the trophy that day
Ted raised his left leg and let rip
But disaster was about to strike
His todger got caught in his zip
The searing agony Ted did dislike
Limping off the stage in great pain
Bitter tears fell from his blue eyes
He re-adjusted his trousers again
Could he retain that coveted prize?
Now Ted returned to his farting position
With the microphone close to his tush
And with determination and good nutrition
He farted all of ‘Mystic Rhythms’ by Rush
The audience gave Ted a standing ovation
(Lucky for them they weren’t too near the stage)
And much to Ted’s delight and jubilation
The judges thought his farting was all the rage
Ted was eventually declared the winner
And he returned home to his lovely wife
She’d prepared chicken curry for his dinner
To safeguard his job for the rest of his life!
06-30-17
A serene summer evening
Brimming with beauty, the shore was panoramic,
Caressed gently by silvery waves
Dancing to the tune of soft cool wind. The
Ebb and flow of the waves so rhythmic,
Following one another like kids running in a row,
Gleefully holding hands. The sea gleamed in
Hues of azure blue: greeting me warmly.
In a moment so dreamy, my mind leaped for
Joy - as I stood by the shore, the waves
Kissed my feet, the cool water tickling my toes.
Listening to its murmur, I stood there amazed at the
Myriad of thoughts the azure blue evokes.
Nothing but a pulsating harmony of blue did I see -
Oh! the humming of the waves so enthralling and
Peaceful, as if answering all the
Queries in my mind. The sea in her
Robes of cerulean blue appeared to be
So poised and placid. Her dainty balletic
Twirls were graceful: an alluring elegant blue
Under the glorious sky that is a
Velvet of purple and pink now as the sun was setting.
Waves gurgled a symphony - soothing my mind like a
Xylophone's music. Far out at the sea I saw a
Yacht bobbing up and down the waves and a gentle
Zephyr whispered goodbye into my ears as I started to leave for home.
I walked through falling confetti of colorful autumn leaves
I twirled and danced in the crisp air and warm sunshine
The gray clouds that hugged the distant mountain let go
The sky became clear blue all around, for miles I could see
The ground filled with the recent cold rain, quickly dried
As the breeze shook the other leaves still hanging on tightly
To the many branches that shined deep into the woods
Along the road the brook gurgled, chipmunk scampered,
In a world where I danced on my own
Heidi Sands
10/22/21
As dark clouds dashed and clashed in the sky
Thunder began to boom and rumble
Sensing an impending rain, frogs started croaking
Cows stopped cuddling and began to moo
Soon pitter- pat came down the raindrops.
landed on roof tops with a heavy thud
they broke and cracked into tiny droplets
gurgled and gushed through canals and drains.
And joined the brooks that babbled,
merging with waterfalls that whooshed.
Along with the rain, came the roaring wind
as it passed, the bells clanged
windchimes whispered, wires on poles whistled
doors slammed shut and windows creaked
grasses swished and leaves rustled.
Birds fell silent and stopped tweeting
When the pouring rain came to a sudden halt,
The rattle was over with everything falling silent.
Tapping on my window pane
I heard the sighing of the rain
It poured down ever so fast
I didn't think that it would last
It came in sheets of vapor mist
Pounding the walls with its fist
As it gurgled down the gutter
It played havoc with the shutter
I smelt the scent of natures fury
It made me feel mighty leery
The rain lasted all night long
As it sang its endless song
Without adieu, it faded away
As I rose to start the day
On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner,
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;
“In your eyes I see, the blue of the sky,
In your soul, you hold the depth of the seas,
Love swells, like tides on rise,
My life, I vow, by Jove, never to part”
Your voice, like a tremulous rivulet gurgled,
We stood staring at each other in a warm embrace.
With passion sweet, your eyes glowed.
Like a blue lagoon, they were deep and peaceful.
On your dimpled cheek, a kiss I planted,
A gesture warm with abiding love.
Crisscross lain as warp and weft,
We hoped to weave the garb of life.
Words and deeds that served as balm to the soul!
Still, they repeat, gushing a flurry of thoughts,
But alas! To a far unknown land you fled,
‘From whose bourn, no traveler returns’,
My life has moldered and mildew grown,
Where my Love! Whither have you gone?
Who bid you slink into death’s secret hide?
Why left me to languish in a world of shadows?
Seasons roll and years glide,
Youth has withered and memory fails,
Now I wander through a dim shadowy world.
I feel so trapped and lonely, as twilight grips.
Like embers flickering low, yet stocked by the breath of fire,
I hope, we shall meet one day at the Golden gate,
Where no shadows shall lurk and time shall stay eternal
And silence sparks the language, the ears want to hear.
_______ _____________ _______
When rain is gone and sky gets clear,
When night turns deeper and silence creeps,
I transverse back to that dusky eve,
To retrieve those moments, I sadly cherish!
My life began as one big blank canvas,
a sweet baby girl loved:
the second child for my parents,
yes, I had an older sister by one year;
Suzanne, already had signs of an adventurer,
while I just gurgled, smiled and made faces.
Babyhood is fleeting,
soon, I was a four year old and walking:
my personality was beginning to blossom,
quiet, shy, loving cats, the garden, and books,
my sister, had no time for all that;
we lost her on a snowy street,
her death left a black mark on the canvas of my life.
My grandma, Helena was our family storyteller,
looking at me she would say, she has an old soul:
grandma colored the canvas of my life with hues lovely,
opening my imagination and a writer was born;
I will never forget the words I spoke at her funeral.
When I write of nature the tone is green with wildflowers bright,
with strokes and swirls of birds soaring and water swirling:
when I write of winter, my very soul opens,
and in sad poems somber colors twirl and mingle;
and my paint drips blood red onto my canvas,
the love poems, I create are full of my love's aqua blue eyes.
I am a butterfly, I am a bird, I am a writer,
each day I add another color, another dimension;
to the canvas of my life that started when I was born,
no telling what the future holds but I know;
it will be beautiful.
Our little family was together
.......for now
Daddy was asleep on the couch
and I was here sharing your bed
in your little student flat
tomorrow our togetherness would unravel
We'd be forced to travel
leaving you behind
in this enchanting Hungarian city
to make your dream come true
you'd be a physiotherapy guru
one day
As I struggled with the heaviness in my heart,
a heaviness I knew
you would come to know
when the fullness of motherhood you'd show,
you turned to me and gurgled a laugh
the unfettered kind
that only comes in dreamland
I gazed at your face in wonder
then it came to me again
another girlish giggle
and just as quickly...it was gone
for your dream carried you
and I was left holding on
desperately wanting this moment to last
I let out a sigh
Looking out of your window
up at the Hungarian sky
my eyes focused on a star
as my heart breathed a wish
that your laugh would come as readily
in your wakeful hours
as it did in your dream
that you'd always be cognizant
how blessed you are
My life, my star
I closed my eyes
as I felt the burden slowly shift from my heart
though separation would come in the morning
nothing could steal the memory of that sound
that magical dulcet chime
of my daughter in her prime
blooming with love
for her true mother...
LIFE!
Yes, my sleeping angel
though goodbyes will be said
I know that everything...
Yes, everything
will be alright
for I heard you laugh
in your dreams tonight
Eileen Manassian Ghali
I sit next to her
Dreaming my boyhood fantasies
The side of my hand touches her thigh
Wishing I could reach between her legs
Push my fingers into her softness
Feel the dampness of her need
Hear that wanting sigh
Her calling out
"ohhhhh, you're my guy
push deeper
I want to fly"
I look down her top
see the delicate curve of her breast
imagine what it would be like
to see her undressed
Within my minds eye
every part of her caressed
Me her master
In control
Her desiring me to fill each hole
together intertwined on the floor we role
I dive deep
like a submarine
As I push forward she grinds and leans
Me taking her places she's never been
From my mouth a gurgled sigh
Wetness creates a dark stain near my fly
She turns towards me
my throat goes dry
I silently pray
"please don't look at my pants."
If she sees it
I won't have a chance
She smiles a knowing smile and says
"Don't worry young man,
it's time for him to come out and play!"
Charlotte's Scorchers Contest
Written November 18th, 2013
Our only source of water,
the spring lay to the west,
downhill from the house.
Its flow gurgled up
to form a creek which snaked
through a field toward the barn.
Cold spring water firmed butter,
and chilled the milk,
kept dry in tin buckets,
dropped underwater daily.
Our old sow would root, nose
under the fence, and head
on a straight path to the spring.
Mother hated that sow.
It took hours for the milky,
muddy water to run clear.
No milk for supper.
We wished for the milk
to curdle in her stomach.
Black shrouds blue
a dingy hue
This greedy minscus constricts us
~~~Mother Earth's shameful eyepatch~~
A gull's squak gurgled crude
chirping 89 octane birdsongs
forever grounded by fossil fuel fettered feathers
sharp eyes, glazed over, searching the horizon
for a savior from this senselessness
Feed the steely beasts,
produced in fleets,
chrome teeth and audible horns,
the black blood we gave them
and thirst for thanklessly.
Their evolution halted by prophets of profit
We extract that which we cannot put back
veins spew petroleum poison
hemmorhaging
Cuts bleed. Logically
Yet here stands man,
knife in hand
confounded by healing our wounded land
as figureheads foist fingers frenetically
***Inspired by Poetry Soup's Gulf Oil Spill contest!!
My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
I sit, gazing at my bountiful fields;
Cattle graze and meander upon the grass;
Flapping, a shadowy figure soars near;
He perches on the railing of my porch,
still saturated from the morning dew;
"Hello, my old friend," I say with a sigh;
He wears blackened fur and sports darkened wings;
“What brings you here to visit me today?”;
His masked bill stirs with curiosity,
Balancing himself on the old, cracked wood;
Through a gurgled croak, the bright outlook transforms;
Dark clouds emerge above dangerous peaks;
Pockets of pure salmon sky are swallowed;
Green fields decay to a hostile landscape;
Pestilence ravages the strong cattle;
Their corpses fester where maggots mingle;
Shaking, I try to clear what my eyes see;
The thumping of my heart intensifies;
My lungs seek oxygen but there is none;
Bleakness encumbers my soul, my being;
My only release sits on a table
Beside me in a cloudy container;
I grasp the bottle and clutch the white pill
With a strong gulp its powdery flesh makes
Its way deep into my troubled system;
I close my eyes and suck for air again;
Minutes pass, and the malignant world mends;
I open my eyes to the greenery
And perpetual beauty undisturbed;
My old friend departs into the blue sky;
I wave him goodbye but I know he will
Return tomorrow with an avalanche
That Salad Went Right Through Me
I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:
To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not gurgled around a conference table
at half past the last radish scrap?
Who, once stalled, has not
persistently punched the flusher
to muffle the borborygmus din?
But on a loftier note, I prefer
to think of my paean emblazoned
in the annals of first line indexes,
where, as one wanders lonely as a cloud
over dactyls and tropes,
“That salad went right through me”
trots right off the page
demanding a fervid flip to its leaf.
And future discourse plied at workshops,
and other such rarefied privies of poesy
might thusly include:
"Did you write a poem for the class today?"
Yes...“That Salad Went Right Through Me”
"Well then, you should consider the cheesecake."