Best Nauseate Poems
"Once upon a midnight Poe"
Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is an anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoicing,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought,
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming the distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing
To sense and taste of sinful skin
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."
A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
At this moment, Edgar Whispered, "Nothing more."
Many nights, I dream of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, seasick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - remains
Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil-doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems
On the nights, my soul mate does not appear,
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside,
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming at the bleeding,
From my heart, who needs a killing,
From a feeding and the feeling of letting one, go!
“Your body is yours;
it is not for someone to abuse and leave you in fear.”
Quote by poet
A look of confusion and helplessness
Frenetic worry filled with fearfulness.
Terrifying mute screams echo impart,
Tears unbidden, wraith being ripped apart.
Disconcerting, hoarsely pleading to stop,
But unrestrained fleshly lust, pleas unstop.
In the dark; once again, cold patches drew
Fear of emotion penetrated through.
Clench fist and crippling affliction raged airs
Nauseate image brought vivid nightmare.
I can still feel the weight of the heat colliding with my face as I first stepped off the plane,
And how beads of sweat would tickle my neck the same as when it rained,
How the harsh odor of the atmosphere would nauseate my nose,
And the courage of a people despite our impose,
I hear the splashing of the Tigris as I kneel to rinse my hands,
And how it felt to think that nothing’s promised, even on promised lands,
From wailing sirens and the buzz of the Phalanx at night,
To the popping of shots and the whooshing of helos in flight,
From the honking of horns and roads without lanes,
To swishing through traffic and the jingling of chains,
I hear the whispers of prayer being broadcast through the air,
And the murmurs of locals and their unwelcomed stares,
To the thuds of percussions from bombs in my chest,
Detonated afar but still rattled my vest,
But of all that I remember, I’m fully aware,
That I've left a piece of me there.
An Economy spirals up in euphoria,
enslaving Casinos, Supermarkets, Malls.
Lavish and happy hedonists in quicksand,
relish in desert of drudgery, not so small.
As we dance, an orgy and frenzy of 'Plenty',
Mother Earth looks fragile.
Thousand channels on TV....
Commercial 'Breaks' bonding ornate families.
Fizzy drinks decor, fountains in creams of ice.
Chocolates, cheese and clothes in arid paradise.
Bourgeois entities consume branded merchandise.
As cars update to limousines, jets and fancy yachts,
Mother Earth looks fragile.
Crass delightful spending, offers on Credit Cards.
Useless junkies clutter, unrelenting greed so garish.
The rush to get" Freebies".. suffocates a " Freedom"..
Like morons, we take care, of our precious kingdom
As an empire shops in frenzy, like a thirsty Vampire,
Mother Earth looks fragile.
Addicted thoughts doomed to oblivion.
Smartphones, iPod and Game Consoles.
Claustrophobic painted homes, nauseate in stress.
Have we forgotten to learn to live with "less"..?
Forgotten carefree butterflies...wilderness of peace
Forgotten molten glaciers,... wild streams and breeze,
Opulence of a Billionaire Earth...
Let life go on, billion years of mirth.
Anybody listening???"
Stuck in the mire of more and more
Look, he goes there.....
.Another Ferari riding Billionaire...
20th December, 2018
Written originally for Minimalism Poetry Contest of Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
I swallow my secrets,
sharp little shards of the bizarre
that would gossip of my weaknesses
if allowed to converse
with the light.
One by one,
they scratch along
a cervical bridge
between my heart and mind
before being accumulated
in a churning pit
of reason and conscience
that constantly folds self into self
and manipulates the flavors
of my life.
I never intended to invite you
into my sacred archipelagos,
I meant to sample the sweetness
of your flattery,
the ambrosia of the forbidden
and metabolize your motives later
but you defy my volcano
and oxidize in my stomach
an embryonic gallstone
feeding on the amniotic bile
that disintegrates
my most caustic emotions.
You could extinguish my hunger;
the lightless, empty craving
for content-edness
and alleviate the peptic erosion
of my islands
by accepting their idiosyncrasies.
But I fear you will overfill me,
nauseate me with your revolutionary rites
and that I will regurgitate
the occult within.
Yet, I can't suppress the craving
for more crumbs of your affection.
QUIET FIELDS OF YPRES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
These fields are quiet and silent there is little sound
Dandelions and wild flowers cover the ground
The grasses are tall and green. The soil is soft and damp
Stillness belies the sanctity of these fields.
Ten decades ago great acts of heroism happened here.
Men risked and sacrificed their lives to save a brother
While simultaneously killing and maiming each other
Grown men were reduced to tears each day
As their comrades were buried or carried away
No one won anything except a few trinkets and ribbons
Images in blood and gore that nauseate the senses
The newer generations have restored these fields
The trenches have been filled and barb wires removed
All those combatants are gone now but scars remain
What were they thinking, the whole world was insane
Thousands of widows and orphans were created here
The whole of Europe was living in constant fear
Families displaced, communities torn apart
Sickness and hunger were all part of the plot.
No man in the house for a generation.
To rebuild and restore the devastation
Men directing the war were awarded status and fame
While thousands of crosses were staked lacking a name
.
These fields have earned their silent serenity.
Paid for by those who hereon entered eternity
nunquam iterum
Time To Shower...When Pervasive Odor Of Ureic Acid
Doth strongly waft, sting,
and nauseate about me
olfactory nose flying zone
bombarding cilia of
nasal passageway analogous
to displeasure wrought by
crashing, deafening, exploding,
ear splitting xylophone,
also synonymous isolated like
barenaked lady within
remote location of Lake Woebegone,
voluntarily forced to bathe
in brutally cold
mountain waters oxbow lake
vaguely resembling out
size topographical wishbone
rescue unlikely since
bajillion miles from radio tower,
thus state of the art
electronically sophisticated videophone
good as worthless resignation,
sans fate linkedin tubby
mother nature's cryogenic specimen
more'n murmuring undertone,
where huge Arctic glacier overshadows
infinitesimally microscopic human,
one speck kin zee ditched
*****sapien subsumed
under superfluous tombstone
as frozen fountain head,
where Atlas shrugged,
nonetheless incongruous yen
to purge mine offensive odor,
where civilization footprint
sole lee mine alone in wilderness
thus farcical reason (without rhyme),
atypical, farcical, and poetical title,
yours truly didst stirrup and spur
inexplicable search for soapstone,
yet prospect to don measly frame
without gay apparel
(beastie boy bit figurative bullet,
and buttressed body in buff)
immediately augmented primal scream
to trumpet heebeegeebees
(teeth chattering yodeling
rendition re: stayin alive)
from this Rhinestone
survivalist cowboy wannabe,
began feeling comfortably numb,
and immediately prone
to become human popsicle,
especially when sub zero temperature
immediately froze water splashed skin
(like glassy sheet of ice)
glancing viz albedo effect
as blindingly white
snow capped mountains outshone
albino crags, offering
absolute zero, yes none
reassurance with insulated moonstone
sleeping bag useful
as yolked with lodestone
around neck - slow death by
freezing this knucklebone,
who sought cleanliness,
(and panacea to immortality)
joining exclusive polar bear club
(Ursus Maritimus very selective,
and only chose me) even
at expense of more'n
just frozen jawbone
plus Jack frost bitten cockles turned
deep purple as inkstone
used to write re: scrawl epitaph
on icicle glommed headstone.
Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
"in the guest house of the dead
where pain and mourn summoned me
a blood call of an impromptu visit
my dearest poem poked out itself
in an express tell, it loudly spell
“we fade away slowly and silently too…..”
And I was knocked and numbed
A minute simile of the fleshy statues
Silently pouring me in, deep depressing ink
I flow in these letters and lines to you
man, o man
your beauty and might
and all that you vainly pride
is just the blood travelling within you
is just the red boss of their tireless errand
the red servant on a tireless errand
doing what heaven tasked them on you
doing faithfully and so true, so good
all that you crave, demand, aspire and perspire
all that you rock, flaunt, gloss and boss
all that you want……..
but when my beloved blood
on eternity’s call, stung me a come
to see him still and his breed within
and stench and statues in cold silent welcome
of words and forms in fright language of pour
sit me a standing see, sink my ink a deep drink
of how useless and damn dross you are
o man strutting and plotting a blazing star
empty of my poetry, my poking, asking poetry
of how you and your days in lives fade away
hidden in the melted voices and noises of your earth
lost in the merry go rounding of your desires and acquires
getting tired of time, slowly bringing in your time
to come lodge a log gone in these stench and statues
with skin in grim grin of shrink glee wearing cringing blackness
of a nice nauseate of hate, stomach dizzy, calling forth vomit great
o man, how time will tell the red servant-boss
to stop its work, stop its errand workforce
and toss you a bye into that dreaded flight of earth
onwards……………………….your soul a gall or joy
as tears in tongues and tumbles moan your mourn
take exit after…….; after all, you’re gone; and life must go on
in its merry go rounding plotting and strutting
of a blazing star, dazzling near and far
o man………………………………….."
Pulse races, palms sweat
Anxiety levels rise
Mind mixed, thoughts fixed
May be in disguise.
Stomach churns
Nauseate
Can’t wait anymore
need to know
Need to see
Behind that door
Political Promosquity Horn Haiku
Things that nauseate
Are Trump thinking he is great
How ill is his fate.
What next will be his purpose
Became a three ring circus
On a losing quest.
Trump is having fun
At own game must be outdone
Warren is the one.
President should be
Someone loved by you and me
Who is Hillary.
Especially now that Benghazi
is off of her back officially.
Whole committee did agree.
Shame was not bipartisan.
A bunch of Republican men
Trying to do Hillary in.
Jim Horn
Evidently an avid avid
Mistakes made,
but not me.
While charging
this bigotry
I fail to fall
into what
should be absence
of argument.
Into an abyss, a
Dark Traveler
I easily
Become if
I remain
Unconscious.
Our differences
Nauseate me
so I prick
my finger in
order to
Dream.
Pleased now that
our Prince Charming
is one in the same.
With love and
libido generously
mixed with androgyny.
So we can see
Eye to eye.
Drifting alive, waves of human tide,
money and power slaves nine to five
project deadlines nauseate in stress
endless chase, mortgages magnified.
Vacillating minds, weary woes abide
big cars whiff smoke on sullen faces.
insidious pressure, to be a 'someone'
mad huff and puff, passion slowly died.
Fake hierarchy walls , anonymous pride
unreachable goals, on invisible horizon
Don't know who am I ,Where am I going?
hare has turned a horse , the tortoise cried
A mimic in frenetic , never satisfied,
It's a Rat's Race , a finish line of cower
Pied Piper in bend,..the chariot guide.
9th March 2020
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name Lines to Awaken Your Muse 2
Based on the following line:
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide.
Lover's Friends (02 June, 2006)
They say she was young, and her smile set her apart,
yet it was this, that would come to rule his heart!
When his friends asked, have you seen an eye chart,
he would proudly say, she is my love, my sweetheart!
His friends would say, this woman is no Snow White,
for they were jealous, of a love liken to starlight.
As she also loved him, for his love she would fight,
then her love also true, and he held the copyright.
If you see them in public, you might even speculate,
how they found one another, perhaps on a blind date?
Her friends would ask, questions which did nauseate,
this only jealousness, of love that does illuminate.
Life is like that, with friends sometimes adversary,
each with their own opinion, or some bad commentary.
So if you’re truly in love, with a beauty like Mary,
then listen to the heart, not to friends commentary!
John William Lane
e-mail: jwlpoetryguy@yahoo.com
Copyright ©2006 John William Lane
Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020
Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz off to bathroom
I frequently needed to trot.
Athwart porcelain goddess
at aforementioned date
bare with me rear potty talk,
I profusely apologize
concerning offal topic
wasting proctology boilerplate
nevertheless, quite a disaster
concerning mine excretory freight
said irritable bowel syndrome
necessitated I hydrate
and fast, thus yours truly
spent no time to judicate
nor analyze why rectum
severely overactive of late,
but aside from
lower gastrointestinal discomfort,
I also experienced linkedin symptom
namely upset stomach felt nauseate.
The power of mind over matter
slowly emerged inside anguished pate
physical unwellness across entire body electric
essentially, laterally, and unstintingly did radiate
and sucker punch ground zero i.e. solar plexus
fall out on par with mushroom cloud trait
unleashed courtesy nuclear warhead
without a shadow of doubt ability to function
even on primal level unwellness did vitiate.
Impossible mission to implicate
predilection to experience panic attack
whereby mine entire psyche did crack
blowing major fuses analogous to ENIAC.
In 1942, physicist John Mauchly proposed
an all-electronic calculating machine.
The result was ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer),
built between 1943 and 1945—the
first large-scale computer to run
at electronic speed without being slowed
by any mechanical parts.
Yours truly entertained no mood
to jump figurative gun
taking no time to think and brood
and shoot from the hip
(perhaps while partially nude)
(regarding sharing his antithetical thoughts
within break out groups)
virtual bodyguards escorting out this dude
possibly unintentionally antagonizing
listeners buzzfeeding misinterpreting
weaponizing commentaries assembled crude
easily mistaken for flak, I sincerely eschewed.