Best Slime Poems
Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs
And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame.
I do understand that demand is high
so we have to do somethin’
So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest
I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed.
Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs
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Island paradise
Lure romance approaches far
Lurk vanilla slime
The hand of God is on this I see slime about to actually diminish
Every thought and action of us plain and erotic he did daily reminisce
His wives and those officials and others wish that I didn’t exist
I am the one he really did miss and valued more than the others.
He did it in a rough way but one day he will do it right.
He would not let go of his ex honey without a fight.
He will this time love her right but best of all really love God.
This is weird but their love was real and it survived against all odds.
No survival diminished.for the ones who fought against this. God’s hand has it.
The slime is truly gone and in other words it’s diminished.
(02/10/2011)
Sleek sealed slime slipped in slacked sheer
Seems sparkling on stomped stamp scheme
Ditty responses:
I got two of my sisters read it loudly... They couldn't manage it well... Well maybe because it's not our first language, but yeah, They tried really hard. :)
Here in the brook a frightful sight I saw,
A frightful sight for sure!
Lo and behold! What an eerie beast of awe,
And knew I then 'tis most obscure.
How this tale would unfold I tell it true,
Of villains, of echo's in the night!
It is this and more, as distinct I'd most construe,
Whereof vultures were quite forthright.
And below, at my feet I saw terror,
A crawling freak of nature was it.
Yes, it is this and more, just no unjustly error,
But some slime 'twas there I submit.
O I couldn't ignore, I was extremely mad,
Up my leg it went slowly that vile beast.
'Tis a creature unlike any I'd thought most bad,
Likely I was dead, or plain dreaming at least.
The merest, I was in pain, and in fear,
Now upon my torso it creeped!
Scream out I wanted to ever so clear,
But there only despair had seeped.
That and the blood of woe bled tragically,
While once upon my chest it dug in.
Tearing into my flesh it did quite drastically,
Wherefore I felt my heart bleed within.
The horror of the slime was a nightmare,
Such creature above all I deplored.
Clasped I its slimy matter, and I grasped it fair,
For I'm old, yet the risk I most explored.
I acceded I must engage this fright nigh,
That others may rest in some peace.
And I'll lift the grave weight to most decry,
Hear me now, the slime I will release.
The story so is told, as fated to weep,
Of a creature bewailed and hated.
It is this and more, as till it remains a horrid creep,
In my hour of dire quiver, it was ne'er awaited.
Whence they wrought much havoc upon me,
Still this agrise I diced with fairly bent.
And 'twas fraught there something to try flee,
The villains within the slime were intent.
They'd come a rapping at my torn heart,
From within the slime they poured out.
Rapping and muttering nonsense I could't impart,
But it soon dawned on me beyond doubt.
I was dead, that I surely was and nothing more,
Tho' how, I knew not, yet 'tis quite true!
All the echoes were of ghastly demons that tore,
Bleeding merely a grim death to push thro'.
A bug trapped in amber.
Fossil flowers in a stone.
Sabre tooth caught in tar.
Iceman asleep in a glacier.
Nature doesn't care!
Nature makes no judgements,
cares not who you are,
drops you in your tracks!
If by some diabolical magic
life could be restored at
the moment it stopped,
each being would find its
new destiny in many ways.
Bug will take its next step.
Flowers complete their cycle.
Sabre tooth would stalk and
Iceman could complete his journey.
How different the creatures trapped
in media slime?
We define, limit, and pin
them in a book without room
to wiggle.
Our judgements fix their lives
far better than amber.
Can I meet a Jew without thinking Holocaust?
Can I work with a black person without thinking slavery?
Can he work with me without thinking knavery?
All those defined as the "other"
are iced and framed relentlessly
by memes, visual and aural bites.
What a world it could be if our next step
was taken with a complete tabula rosa.
5/23/17
Put you to sleep
And six feet deep
Instead of turning the other cheek
Toss you in a box of pine
Where the light never shines
Meanwhile, close by masses pray at a shrine
Every Sunday at nine
Eating a cracker and taking a drink of wine
As the planets occasionally align
Since far before the dawn of mankind
Swinging down from a vine
To put 'em in a bind
And choke another out with garrote instead of twine
Then cover it up with lime
Thinking like Einstein
Drawing a fine line
Among simple or intricate patterns and designs
I'm drenched in slime
And so much grime
Yet still on the climb
All the time
Will look you in your eye
Until you die
Without saying goodbye
Birds still or in the sky
As they fly and glide
She wanted to be my Bonnie if I'd
Be her Clyde
She sent me a valentine
And kept giving me all kinds
Of signs
Saying she wanted to be mine
POEMS SLIP ON SLIME
You claim you’re a poet of modern generation
Specialize in making love sonnets of your time,
Words shape the theme of deformed relation
Syllables succumb to the strike of forced rhyme.
Fragile imageries borrowed from alien nature
Sliver sentences of parody the meaning mimes,
Love in heartless sonnets can’t stand the torture
Escapes unexpressed through the holes in rhyme.
The grimy ink from your pen doesn’t stop to flow
Even if the lame poems break slipping on slime,
How to put words again in place you don’t know
For you’ve sunk in sonic cacophony you call rhyme.
The rhythmic pulsation of the poet’s warm heart
I don’t feel, your frail words fail to transmit to me,
It’s time in your inert poems you need to start
Imbibing vibrant cadence the way it should be.
April 16, 2018.
slime travel
joyous explorers
inexorably spreading
nature’s mucus trail
John G. Lawless
11/5/2016
What kind of slime ball are you dating? She asked her niece.
The kind of slime ball that used to be married to you,
her niece responded in a sassy mean way.
Ending all conversation and alienating the family in one swell swoop.
How dumb are you? He asked his cousin.
His cousin knew that to respond would be silly,
So he was silent, infuriating the one who likes to argue with everybody.
Negativity breeds negativity.
The only way to get around it, is to get away from it.
Even if it means dropping your family of origin
for a new family of friends.
But certainly worth it.
Today is the i go for a ride
Today is the way i play with slime
Today is the day i do what my heart desires
Today is the day i put out a red fire
Today is the day i learn how to rhyme
I have done that so bye bye!
A consequence of a misspent
youth
Is a flashback to when my
mother beckoned me to her
Calling me by my full name
Christopher not Chris
One could assume one was in
a fair bit of trouble
But on this occasion it was
not the case
What she needed was fresh
eye's to crack the case
Of the curious case of the
mysterious kitchen slime trail
leaver
Because i as the outdoor city
type knew and was up on
recognizing and identifying
my animal doo-doo po
because i am full of it
So i got straight to work armed
with my magnifying glass
And instantly identified the
guilty party
You see it could have been
a number of different species
or thing's
But i knew straight away it was
indeed a snail
And how did i know this
you ask
Simple because you can
see almost everything looking
through that magnifying
glass
So much so i could see him
lip synching the jedi mind trick
I am not the snail you are
looking for
What you want is escargot
or frog's legs
Slime balls
By: Tom Wright
7/26/2006
Terrorism,
Makes life, mere breath on a string,
If radical's viewed life as more,
They would not detonate themselves
To decimate the innocent;
While the echoes of each eruption
May signify days shortened,
Allah was not life’s giver,
Nor does he clip the string!
He's leading an investigation
About your manipulation
Facts going in his report
You've been busted, slowly caught
Cheating all over this town
One of these days you were bound
To make a huge bad mistake
Messing up you had to break
The heart of our police chiefs
Wife, now your in a lot of grief
He's tracking your every move
Your about to sadly lose
Your freedom, with no bail
As your sitting in his jail
Keeping you there quite a while
He is postponing your trial
As the charges against you
Pile up, you are so through
The chiefs getting much revenge
Karma is about to end
Any chance you'll ever be
A bad creep who is now free
The rest of your life you'll get
To think of how you regret
All the words you have spoken
That let fragile hearts get broken
A man collected a dime
To commit a crime;
The wildest cheer
After lifting his spear;
A decided thrust
On a flesh asking for eleventh-hour trust
But surely heading for the dust
Where iron and steel also rust.
Execution, now enjoying a mime,
On the victim’s nostrils a filmy slime;
Off and on receiving a ghastly tear,
Here and there an agonizing sear.
Murderer keeps looking at his time,
Job’s delayed completion his own crime.