Best Spit Up Poems
Once I had a little car,
I loved hr Oh so much;
But she was murdered by a man,
Who drove a big Dodge truck.
I looked around and finally found,
A car to take her place.
Who knew behind her pretty face,
The engine'd been laid waste.
She coughed and choked and gagged until,
She spit up chunks of carbon.
My husband bought her anyway.
He said that could be pardoned.
He said it was a minor thing.
He'd fix it right away.
It turned into a major bill,
That wouldn't go away.
It spent more time in the garage,
Than it di on the road,
And we were told to sell it soon,
For soon we'd need it towed.
Whoever'd worked under the hood,
For certain must be manic,
For from the looks of things in there,
He was no mechanic.
I felt so down, I'd spent so much,
This thing could not be worse.
I felt for sure that in this car,
I drove under some curse.
The ties broke as I drove it home.
I went right in the ditch.
I swear before we bought this car,
It was owned by a witch.
Mommy and Poppy are divorced
But he always CAESAR when he can
Their FRENCH hip is now somewhat strained
Since the custody, went to the man
So Mommy was gone when it happened
She didn't see it, but POPPY SEED it all
Brother was eatin' a sandwich of cheese
When he come a RUSSIAN down the hall
I don't know why it doe's it but
The CATALINA bit inside the door
Then when brother tripped on that cat
He fell and BLUECHEESE on the floor!
If I ever spit up my food
I'd sell my RANCH and live on the street
And if I ever trip over a cat
I'll bet a THOUSAND ISLAND on my feet!
I open my package of
oatmeal raisin, chocolate chips cookies
I scraped away the sun dried devils
and devoured the chocolate chips of course
but something felt funny, so I forced
my finger down my throat and puked
up my lunch, the yellow,green concoction
contradicted the lead filled little bites of death
and I also spit up some blood as well
stomach pains and heart palpitations
were my best friends for the next 3 months
reminding me that if I ever buy cookies
online again make sure the package
doesn't say "from Russia with love..."
I wake up to a deserted town
"Where are the people?"
I ask myself aloud.
"Gone." answers a voice.
But no one's here...
but me.
Broken glass litters the street,
a Kristallnacht in the making.
Houses, half gone and half standing,
specked the dirt road.
I lay, pinned to the ground by a monstrous wall...
I don't know if I'll be able to move...
but I must try.
"Hello! Anyone there?"
No reply.... just what I thought.
As distress fills my heart,
I use that anger and helpless feeling to my advantage
and somehow
I managed to lift the heavy burden off my chest.
But this was a small victory in what seemed to be WW II.
ALAS! I remember.
This is WW II....
and the US had just dropped something...
something unusual on my town...
I'm surprised I'm still alive.
The explosion was enough to kill all of my native land,
Japan.
But it only stopped 2 miles from the heart of my country,
Tokyo.
But no time for reminiscing.
I must find a way out of this...
hell.
A sharp pain in my chest heaves me to the ground,
I've seen this ground so many times, face to face.
Something starts to lunge itself out of my mouth.
When I look down, I notice
that it is my own blood.
I knew I must find a hospital, quick,
but which way was which?
Was East West? Was West South?
Was North behind me? Was South ahead?
I sulked in defeat as I trudged along a snake-like road...
a road to nowhere.
I grew weary, hungry, tired
but I knew I must walk on.
Every few minutes, I'll drop to my knees
and cough up my life support,
but I couldn't let that stop me.
The sun went down,
but I didn't.
The moon rose,
I kept walking.
The sun started his day-shift,
but I was at work all night,
counting steps and listening my heart beat.
Finally, I lost the will to live,
I wanted to die,
I waited to die...
But death didn't come.
I spit up blood every few seconds now.
Life leaving me with every breath.
I close my eyes, and draw in my last breath.
Muffled sounds reach my ears.....
I try to look but my vision's blurred.
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
My vision is back.... I see people...
Everything blacks out.
"I will not be defeated"
I see their faces now, splattered with dirt and dust
Everything blacks out.
"I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!!!"
I CAN SEE!
"Are you with us?!"
A desperate cry reaches my ears.
And I reply,
"Yes. Yes I am."
My shirt is splotched with spit-up,
Though my shoulder sports a burper.
My clothes are like a kingdom
And my grandson's the usurper.
He drinks his bottle, gives a burp
And then, without a doubt,
A quarter of what just went in
Comes, like a fountain, out.
I really do not mind, but learned
My lesson, truth be told -
When I'm with Henry, what I wear
Is faded, frayed or old!
my contst pom - compliant son!
Oh son, I pity you try but fail
In Biology, lizards, rats have tail
I told, mug up ,vomit words
You'll pass, you'll fly high as birds
In quiz, Madam said, you spit up a snail?!
12th October 2016
To hunt with a full stomach
To bite into the neck of the smaller
Without hunger
Fangs clamped to the back of her neck
Her face
Devoured crumpled paper
Spit up
Re-smoothed to creases
Eyes nose mouth map
Her splintered village
Smoldering
Over her shoulder
Shreds of scarves blouses skirts
Blown to the astonished charred limbs
Of her bare front yard tree
As if the widow should believe
The willow was filled with colorful songbirds
She is lifted by Ukrainian neighbors
To an evacuation bus
The stare in her eyes
To you camera Master
That of a lame animal
About to be put down
She has but two items
After a century
The wheelchair she was locked in
And the orange and white cat
That sat in her lap
Meowing
To the crowd
With a name that escapes us all.
Perhaps a seed was dropped by a bird
Or by a gust of wind on a place full of dirt
That was long ago and all had forgotten
But the seed knew it would tear apart
First its own hard shell then the stone
And see the world when it sprouts out;
Passionately it was waiting for a season
When the days would bring drops of rain
And a wild breeze blow from the south
A pack of rays fall on its chest from the sun
The day came after long wait and it felt
A shake, a jerk and energy in severe pain
As if , someone was calling and asked in guilt
Wake up wonder baby , now it is your turn
Spit up all that may be soil, pebble or stone
Gone are the harsh days and the drought
Opportunity is at hand, be a lovely sprout;
First only two leaves it forcefully flung
Then third one, next the forth and so on
In no time it became a beautiful infant
In the morning the dew that fell upon
Helped it further to be full grown plant.
New shoots and buds began to appear
With petals long and strong it wore
The sweet fragrance and drank color
Felt an urge and bloomed into a flower.
Of Many Names and Wonders
Who do you think hung the stars in the sky
Who gave the fowls of the air wings to fly
Who tells the sun when to shine at dawn
Who hangs the moon when the sun is gone
With the waters so deep who draws the lines
With fruits so sweet who waters the vines
Who sculpted each mountain to give it shape
Covered with green so beautifully draped
Who filled the sky with magnificent blue
Mixed with colors of His perfect hue
Who created the rivers to flow one way
Who grows flowers with His sun ray
Who spoke to the dark let there be light
As the darkness became ever so bright
Who spoke to the dust you will live
As breath to man life He give
Who whispered to Noah, build an ark
To call the world from the dark
Who gave rain forty days, forty nights
Who shut the door and sealed it tight
Who parted the Red Sea at Moses command
Who parted the waters to travel dry land
Who supplied the water that sprung from the rock
Or the manna from heaven to feed His own flock
In the fire who was the fourth man walking
Who closed the mouths of lions starving
Who directed the stone that took the giant down
Who commanded the whale, "Spit up Jonah now"
Who brought Job through it all
When Satan stated, he shall fall
Who turned the water into wine
Who healed the sick and cured the blind
Who raised Lazarus from the dead
Who with two fish and five loaves, thousands fed
Who walked upon the raging sea
Who bled and died for you and me
Who defeated death, hell and the grave
Who broke the bondage of sin enslaved
Who rolled the stone from the borrowed tomb
Who was missing from the empty room
Who was found on the road to Emmaus
Preaching the word to familiar faces
Who was the man five hundred watched ascend
As He spoke, I will come again
He is called Creator of all things
His authority above forever rings
Sin and sickness flee at his command
He is the greatest of all the land
He rules from His throne in Heaven above
He rules with judgment, mercy and love
He is the Alpha and Omega with many names
The Father, the Son, the Holy Ghost, He is all the same
Written by: Donetta Harless
Friday, July 22, 2016
this friendship
it holds me
until i hold your hand
if or when i spit up butterflies
from being trapped
in your warm embrace
soaked by heavy rains
weighed down by my most prized possessions
Once I had a little car.
I loved her oh so much,
But she was murdered by a man,
Who drove a big Dodge truck.
I looked around and finally found,
A car to take her place.
Who knew behind her pretty face,
The engine'd been laid waste.
She coughed and choked and gagged until,
She spit up chunks of carbon.
My husband bought her anyway.
He said that could be pardoned.
He said it was a minor thing.
He'd fix it right away.
It turned into a major bill,
That wouldn't go away.
It spent more time in the garage,
Than it did on the road,
And we were told to sell it soon,
For soon we'd need it towed.
Whoever'd worked under the hood,
For certain must be manic,
For from the looks of things in there,
He was no mechanic.
I felt so down, I'd spent so much,
This thing could not be worse.
I felt for sure that in this car,
I drove under some curse.
The ties broke as I drove it home.
I went right in the ditch.
I swear before we bought this car,
It was owned by a witch.
Actually what happened when the ties broke I was driving home on the back roads to keep it out of trouble. Suddenly the steering went all weird on me and I jumped a ditch and took out about 100yds. of some poor farmer's fence, barely missed runnning over a dog and finally made it home dragging about half a mile of barbed wire tangled under the car.
That tore it.
I didn't want that car anymore and refused to drive it again.Couldn't anyway. The ties were gone.
For Driving Me Crazy Contest by Paula Swanson
I'm old,
I'm Grey,
I'm in the way,
You push me to the side!
I hurt!
I sleep!
And seldom eat!
I just cant wait to die.
I'm wrinkled,
I sweat,
I somehow met,
The demon thats inside,
I read,
I squint,
Without a hint,
I Just cant wait to die.
My cat he sits,
And purrs all day,
I pat his lovely fur.
The temperature is eighty six,
But I sure say a burr.
I cough,
I hack,
And spit up blood,
It comes out all dark red,
My feet they hurt,
My hands do to,
I wish i was a dead.
from the early moments of his
late night vh1 special that evaporated as quickly
as whence it had
come
mr. galifianakis has made us spit up blood with
laughter
staring at us behind the beard
(which he actually shaved in real time as a gimmick to get
people to watch his show which got canceled anyway),
and peering into our most inner being with those
beady eyes,
muttering comments that remind of us of the great stephen
wright,
while at the time zonking us with an odd sort of wit
that might be spawned if will ferrell was sitting around a
little card table eating bite-sized sandwiches with some of the
guys from Kids in the Hall.
he came bumbling into most people’s conversations when
in The Hangover as alan,
who wooed us all with his declaration of the
one man wolf pack---
after that, many people
began to warm up to his special brand of oddity,
following him on his uphill movie career,
while at the same time
sitting down to watch the genius conjure his magic
while he himself
sits down between two large ferns in crappy elementary school
lunchroom chairs
to interrogate celebrities &
tickle our funny bones even further.
a particularly unique attribute of zach’s is how he chooses to
deal with
hecklers
who interrupt him during his stand-up---
at his show he invited a person who had been talking in the front row
up on stage with him &
subsequently got to know her,
weaving it all into his act,
while never losing his audience &
never ceasing the continuous laughter---
let us hope that zach’s comedic life only progresses &
that we are lucky enough to witness it,
while holding our stomachs in a perpetual
guffaw.
Heyyy friend, since we always UP to something, I wanna give a tribute to the word UP, because everyday of our life we do something meaningful with the word up.
So with that being said, I wanna know, what’s UP with you?
How many of these UPs did you do today?
hurry up, stand up, start up, write up
raise up, push up, speed up, mark up, fill up
come up, pull up, step up, climb up
drive up, straighten up, cheer up, tear up
rise up, lift up, run up, clean up, buckle up
chin up, pin up, put up, shut up
get up, sit up, hit up, spit up
woke up, broke up, spoke up
boot up, toot up, man up, hand up
chew up, blew up, screw up
walk up, talk up, hype up, type up
dress up, mess up, fold up, hold up
wake up, make up, break up
toss up, boss up, lay up, pay up
look up, hook up, took up, shook up
tighten up, lighten up, wrap up, strap up
save up, gave up, head up, made up
lick up, stick up, pick up
slip up, whip up, rip up, zip up
stock up, lock up, knock up
go up, show up, grow up, throw up, blow up
but never ever slow up
pop up, hop up, mop up, stop up
burn up, turn up, stuck up, luck up, f’k up
heat up, eat up, beat up, feet up
back up, pack up, rack up, jack up, stack up
but never ever slack up
I did a lot of these UPs today, but most importantly, I Stayed up and Prayed up…
Well, my “time UP,” lol
So what’s up? Can you think of any I missed?
THE THIEF
I circle you slowly,
blow in dust from the south,
I smother your nose,
and breathe in your mouth.
I force you to strangle,
to spit up black mash,
Stinging your tongue,
turning lashes to ash.
I can make myself hotter,
I’ll broil your braids,
then sauté your ankles,
and french fry your legs .
I’m subtle... at first!
You won’t know I’ve begun.
By the time that you catch me,
I’ve already won.
I lick your feet,
with orange and red.
I vortex upward,
and shout “Oz” to the dead.
I am ravenous and chew:
your things as they burn,
a dog or a bobble,
your mom in her urn.
I drink to absorb,
your birdbath and dew,
the juice from wild plants,
and maybe from you.
I spit out chimneys,
some tiles, a plate.
It’s nothing personal;
it’s how I create.
I devour round mountains,
snack on redwoods and oaks,
taste your clothing and groceries,
and burp down cold cokes.
I’ll see you next summer,
when the solstice draws near!
As you sleep on a beach towel,
sip your tea, or drink beer.
When your roses are plump
and your sunsets are deep,
I will rise from the Earth
and I’ll take what you keep.
-by Edlynn Nau
©August 27, 2018
Dedicated to all those enduring
the California Fires.