Best Ingestion Poems
I.
Fold, crease, unfold, sheets
of paper thin as possibility,
a crisp white plea to gravity.
Forty-five times, a cosmic origami
building bridges from table to the moon.
The mind dreams, unfurls
dimensions from the flatness,
each fold a petition of ascension.
But reality, that quiet artisan,
intervenes. Seven, eight,
perhaps nine folds—
the paper resists,
its fibers tightening,
a rebellion against a lunar destiny.
The geometry of dreams
collapses into the physics of limitation,
a negotiation between ambition and restraint.
II.
Sated with the hunger of excess,
we feast at counters where gluttony
is a ritual, a rhapsody of indulgence.
Plates piled high, offerings to the insatiable
gods of appetite, mouths moving
in a tempo of ingestion.
Like a paper's rebellion against too much
folding, the body, too, whispers its limits.
Sometimes in tears, sometimes in laughter,
but always in inevitability, the stomach's
silent protest, a wall that even the voracious
cannot breach. Eruption looms, a volcanic
protest, or else the creeping weight, its own
gravity pulling the body to a corporeal moon.
III.
From paper to body, from the moon
to the food, all are tethered by the finite,
implacable laws governing a universe
of possibility.
Fold and unfold, feast and decline,
the trajectory of excess tempered by
the ever-present specter of consequence.
'Twas the day after Thanksgiving and all of its ado and congestion.
I'd consumed too much turkey and pie and due to its ingestion,
Today, I'm suffering from a very acute case of indigestion!
I should've stifled my gluttonous bent - of that there is no question!
Of turkey meat and the trimmings I've had more than enough,
But my spouse has already planned next week's menu in the rough,
Saying, "You'll eat what I fix and I want none of your inane guff!
I know how to dispose of leftover turkey and all that other stuff!"
So, a hearty turkey stew and sweet taters are on the menu Monday.
A steaming bowl of turkey soup will grace our board on Tuesday.
Two turkey sandwiches with green bean casserole we'll have Wednesday.
Turkey salad and punkin pie will be placed before me for lunch Thursday.
A heap of mashed taters topped with turkey a la king for dinner Friday.
Turkey fricassee with cranberry sauce we'll eat for dinner Saturday.
Enough turkey was available for potpies that we'll dine on Sunday.
YeeHah! Ain't no more turkey - I'll have a cheeseburger come next Monday!
Lord, You know I'm mighty thankful for that which You graciously provide,
And please don't thing me an ungrateful oaf, but if in You I may confide,
May it please You come next Thanksgiving, 'twould be so very nice,
If You'd provide a simple meat loaf, mashed pertaters and wild rice!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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No one speak of her again
Unless in tones hushed, "Later we will talk"
"Shhh! Don't let the child know how her mother died."
She's too young to understand
Is self-destruction inherited?
Does it float around the genes?
Is security destroyed
when one fine day
The lady disappears?
Gone~never caress again
With loving arms wrapped around
her child fifteen-months old.
The plateau has been reached
Opened faced look into the mirror
Her death certificate states
Death by suicide
Ingestion of mercury cyanide
A child now weeps, grieves for the mother
Looks into the mirror and sees
Cotton hair, wrinkles deeply creased
Aware of how life's insecurities dwelt
Buried with the words~ no one speak of her again
Baby cries momma, momma time after time
She does not come
No matter how hungry, tired, cold, wet
On the outside nor how much pain
Cutting deep within until trust, security is destroyed
Inspired by Cyndi MacMillan's contest "Own It"
Written: April 21, 2016
Young and travelling Australia
A lovely water fall we were off to see
This water fall is a absolute must
To visit when in the Northern Territory
Though crocodiles have never been sighted there
They cannot officially say no crocodiles here
Though tourists have visited and swam in The Gorge
Without any issues year upon year
To get to this amazing waterfall
You must first paddle in the water quite a way
In between two large rock cliffs
To arrive at this wondrous waterfall display
Late afternoon we paddled out
On two cheap air mattresses to get us there
The water was full of activity
With people everywhere
The waterfall was not disappointing
We enjoyed and had great fun
When we decided it was time to leave
The sun was disappearing and everyone had gone!
I actually started to panic
It was late and we were alone
I was now convinced crocodiles were lurking
Just never seen before….or just not known?!?!
I started to imagine I heard splashes
Of crocodiles on the rocks entering the water
I grew completely paranoid and afraid
I could longer use my arms and paddle like I ought to!
My poor husband was now towing me
His air mattress quickly leaking and rapidly going down
Camera held in his mouth and paddling with one arm
He eventually towed me to solid ground!!
My husband was “really not” happy with me
As I had panicked and cried the whole duration
Continually saying “what was that?” “It was a crocodile”
I had actually convinced him we were a crocodiles ingestion !!!!
(Not) Regretting Cake
Never ending restrictions are slave driver’s tools a debatable concept wielding
Onslaughts on conscience asceticism zero sums zero size and perfection
To not trespass the segments of cake the boundaries and frontiers rules and
Regulations to not violate prescriptions norms dogma seems violent in itself
Ethics of ingestion virtue Kantian Imperatives calculus of nutrients refrain but
Greed I am not talking about only challenging that second third piece of cake
Reconstituting its shape form and meaning on my hips on my nourished mind
Eat it and have it I do not propose though I posit another round of consumption
To further the cause of challenging prejudice stereotypes and conformity
The cake forms reforms formulates temperate moderation versus addiction
In ‘massa libum’ veritas and in ‘veni vidi vici’ I transcend over the tyranny of
Never-ending so-called scientific nonsense regarding what my cake intake must
Gauge on the scales of truth and honesty desire tolerance and discomposure
Calibrated shackles prisons torture chambers othering of weighty arguments in
Adverse confusion of liberation freedom unregretted pleasure life as such are
‘Khamsin’-like oppression hot air and antidotes to independence to my pursuit of
Ebullition in words feelings thoughts and propositions and in that second slice of cake
05th August 2016
Happy couple
Old man and old lady;
Eyes like newly weds
Old sepia photo
My mother stares;
Lost in a glimpse
One from the moon
The other an alien;
Two lovely strangers
Another sepia moment
My father stands;
Old flamboyant tree
Old fashion ideas
From another era;
Black and white tones
Digital pictures
iPad photos;
Edging sepia shades
Wet market floors
Slippery footsteps;
Fish mongers laugh
Vegetable vendors
Offering more greens;
Sultry beauty looks odd
Joy ventures here
Food court salvation;
Sensorial ingestion
Shop for seafood
Meat and poultry;
Food commotion loiters
Fancy vintage shoppe
Miniature books galore;
Rare collector's keepsake
July wind taunts
Wet fragrance swirls;
Grey skyline looms
Leon Enriquez
12 July 2014
Singapore
Antithesis of avian beauty
Monstrosity of the bird family
Head and neck very hideous looking
In dull black wrinkled up unfeathered skin
Exposed decaying animal matter
Can produce unhealthy bacteria
That can endanger other life species
Threatening them with illness and disease
Consumption of animal carrion
Is part of your normal food ingestion
Though your appearance may cause revulsion
You fulfil a most essential function
Your motion on land is very clumsy
With those black legs you step so awkwardly
Yet when you take off to the air in flight
Your graceful movement is a pleasant sight
Riding air currents way up in the sky
On motionless wings you go sailing by
While cruising up there at such a great height
You look out for food with your keen eyesight
Though to some, you may appear unsightly
Your role in nature is prized most highly
You are indeed a most worthy creature
I pay tribute to you, noble vulture
I love watching vultures in flight as they sail on air currents so gracefully and effortlessly. The vulture in my native land is "The Corbeau". This poem is dedicated to it.
Dozing off behind the wheel
Sleep-deprived decapitated
Dillaudid consequences
Incarcerate
Betrayed confidences
Incriminated
Responsibility blotted
Dead friends
Incinerated
In reality
They rotted
Alive.
Years prior to demise.
Burnt bridges. Dead ends.
A hell we created
Causality to impend
Insanity
A cyclic continuance
Doomed to repeat
Again and again.
Just more tragedy
Easily equated
Karmic
Punishment I deign
Education in pain.
Deliverance in suffering
Salvation
My moral
Bearing reign.
Controlled by one nation
Daisy Chain – Bottom line - capital gain
acid rain
Acrid – floral
Bought and sold
Artistic creation
Liquid – Forced oral
Ingestion
VIA TELEVISION
Visual vomit – soylent seduction
Initiate
Indoctrinate
inducted
Programmable People.
Hypnotic STATE.
Spell-bound
Too Late.
Petite sweet deception-free promises
Blurred the air
Trusting hope
Deep deliberate ingestion of my own fantasy
The air was cool and refreshing
But exhaling nothing but warm beer and salsa
I accepted the dare to believe
That the next glimpse would deepen the hope
That I had become more worthy of the beauty
That my eyes provided
That she was both the rose and the fragrance
But exhaling nothing but warm beer and salsa
I was returned to where I started from
Splinters and Beams
Stream of consciousness gleams under stark cover
Agents of psychotropic delusion blur and distort
White dust perforating a septum’s divide
Snuffed cuffed to addiction and stuffed
‘You are your downfall as you trip on your ride’
Little pinpricks endorsing a festering skin
Blisters of sinister conscience molested
‘Told you so that heroin sucks into abuse’
Meth crystals inhaled from a broken light bulb
Reignited beaming gleaming from splinters
‘Serves you right you are the scum of the earth’
Magic fungus mushrooming the doomed mind
From a domed cap on a stalk deluding insight
‘You deserve no better procured your decline’
Mary Jane weeding abysmal sativa salivating
with pleasure bleeding a buzz stoned for the thrill
‘All that hippie stuff why don’t you get real’
Flawed dust - broken needle - splintered neon -
Mouldy ingestion – disjointed joint - slushed drink
I never chased the dragon but fell of the wagon
Quite often imbibed left my shame bashed trashed
Befuddled and resolved against judgement when I now
Tend to sweep my side of the street sober and clean
Your splinter is your chip your own fragmentation
My beam is my joist my scaffold and my crossbar to level
15th April 2018
He plays the chords with his blue depression
still searching for true loves heart expression
Though there is praise for this worlds celebrity
true satisfaction from there will never be
There those extol the merits of your voice
or the fantasy of ones visionary choice
ones merit to run with company so grand
or be courtesan to the leader of the band
Can such a person ever truly see
be freed from the snares of this society
reject philosophy and understanding realize
seek for all the truth and for its prize
The concept of purity can he ever hold
reject the hype that these teachings sold
escape the prison of pride and vanity
the pursuits of the world and its insanity
All of these issues we have had to face
the system is designed for humanities disgrace
liquids full of poison forced ingestion sup
the table of corruption with its broken cup
Oh how the gold of vanity has shined
and its thought adulterated and unrefined
the glitter of those lies have truth polluted
with the leaven of the religions instituted
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Gal 5
19 The works of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21 and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God.
22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24 Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25 Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.
Rev 22
12 “Look, I am coming soon! My reward is with me, and I will give to each person according to what they have done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.
14 “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city. 15 Outside are the dogs, those who practice magic arts, the sexually immoral, the murderers, the idolaters and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
Temples protection organic ingestion
Universe to billions adaptation has no ceiling
Seeking not truth we own the question
We are here for one thing, than that thing is feeling ..
......................more to Come ........................
& huxley is giggling in his grave
if aldous was still alive,
he’d laugh himself to death
when confronted with the new evidence
that Zogenix’s
brand new spanking drug
“Zohydro,”
is yet another installment in mankind’s race
to create “soma,”
the government sponsored drug
he wrote of in Brave New World,
which would send us all into an
anesthetized oblivion,
so much so that eating, sleeping & sex
would hold second priority to
its ingestion, bearing
“All the advantages of Christianity
and alcohol; none of their defect.”
and the mad doctors in big pharma
are working night & day to pump out this
new prescription opiod narcotic---
a drug containing “10 times the amount of
hydrocodone as that of Vicodin,”
whose pure form would no longer be split with
acetaminophen,
like those versions that exist today,
so much weaker than this new
novelty,
whose timed-released quality could easily be
circumvented, by crushing the drug &
hence producing “an intense, immediate high.”
there are those voices that no one listens to,
like the National Coalition Against Prescription
Drug Abuse &
the Advocates for the Reform of Prescription
Opioids,
who claim that one more legal, highly addictive,
narcotic,
need not be pushed onto the public by
government sponsored pharmaceutical companies
whose sole purpose is to hook individuals for
profit---
how fortunate big pharma is,
because if someone did listen to them,
one might suppose that all those in prison for
the sale, possession or use of narcotics
would have to be set free,
and our BIG FAT LAND OF THE FREE wouldn’t
want that,
now would we.
Oops Moments In Hospitals
Have heard lots of stories of Oops moments in local hospital care...
Wrong dosage or wrong medicine, let's not split hairs...
We can be having a laugh, not looking down on hospital care...
Don't take it personal, but medical mistakes abound out there...
A long term blood pressure patient is somehow given a new medicine..
His insistence for his regular medicine is brushed aside, take this medicine..
Before you know it, there is some sort of medical emergency..
Oh, it is Mr Y, the poor man suffered a drastic drop in blood pressure..
Have you heard about Mrs Z, it was a similar case of wrong ingestion...
Racing pulse beats after a particular dosage of that new medicine...
Then there was Miss X, wrongly diagnosed with Stage 4 breast cancer...
The sweet young thing, worried sick at seeing her life flashing past her...
Luckily a second opinion detected an anamoly in the diagnosis process..
Glory be, she is hale and healthy, worry free to savour life's excessess..
Yes, many things can go wrong, from diagnosis to treatment and healthcare...
Haha... when the time does come, I may be too sick or weak to even care....
Meanwhile I take good care to hopefully savour more of life's fares...
Pundits might well argue we eat to live or we live to eat, I don't really care...
For doctors and nurses out there, Oops moment is such a laughing gas...
Having a good laugh is best for people to deal with the daily stress!!!
There was a girl at the height of her youth
Big bosomed and slim and yet quite uncouth
Then a virus took hold
She had been quite controlled
And then developed a rather sweet tooth
Will be good for your breast milk so God will
This catholic nation forbids the pill
No coil and no rubber
But he would not snub her
Took them to bed and demanded his fill
Her pastor advised a chastity belt
Helps protection in times of great svelte
And dries up his quill
Seed cannot instill
So your grand midsection cannot be swelled
But her pangs would not stop food ingestion
She did not even get indigestion
So tight at the waist
No good to be chaste
To do it or not was thus the question
Before I pop we must look for the key
But no cohabitation you will agree
No sex my sweetheart
Till death do us part
But the right pick remained an absentee
Then she burst like an inflated balloon
And they consumed passion at a full moon
Twins round and perfect
Whats cause and effect
Philosophy can be rather opportune
Was the girdle the faulty solution
Human nature or too much volution
Adipose tissue
Some other issue
That triggered seminal ‘pollution’
Moment of madness due to pandemic
Birth rites or something more academic
Epicure’s garden
Or simply a hard one
Time revealed it was rather systemic
So what’s the climax of this fine account
Could the fertile villain truly be found
The friend here at task
Knocked with a face mask
It was the kind milkman during his round
30th April 2020