Best Spitting Poems
Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins
Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With horrible shadows haunting over Love's light so pure
As jealousy reveals shades of a Soul’s envy at this moment
Cunningly you crawl behind colors pride with selfish hurting
Innocence casting stones—the fruits of a hideous lurking evil
Filling you with stupid silly emotions crying crocodile tears
Hate is your playground game as the Dark One takes his souls
Weeping from the deep wounds inflicted on others at your wish
While fighting one lost battle as your words burn from the ugly
Fork of your tongue while spitting venom they become a vile
Poison in which every last drop makes one’s very skin crawl
When I see the light of truth awakening in your Soul’s eyes
I really see a Hell-Fire scorching red hot who is the real you
Your pretty tongue of thy father speaks the evil words of the
King of Lies to my heart as it is touched by the serpent’s rasp
Yet ever you can never always hide behind this perfidious mask
And such words of beauty will not always hide what lies within
The darkest outreaches of your Soul’s descent into damnation
For Love itself is a journey of the gentle divine and the innocent
But those who breathe the Hell-Fire can only fool us all so long
And when their mask falls away they speak with a serpent’s tongue
So vile and gruesome that they know not of Love as they strike and
Bring eternal pain holding the Devil’s sword with their blackened hand
Causing pain with greatest relish as they laugh heartily at the pain
Inflicted on others not really knowing what they hold in their hand
In hate and anger while striking out at all innocent souls as their
Double-edged sword waits for those from the depths of Hell itself
Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)
Smiling Spitting Deadly Sins
Son of the Devil evil and twisted when his mask falls away
Through the curtains of death he turns truth into dark lies
With horrible shadows haunting over Love's light so pure
As jealousy reveals shades of a Soul’s envy at this moment
Cunningly you crawl behind colors pride with selfish hurting
Innocence casting stones—the fruits of a hideous lurking evil
Filling you with stupid silly emotions crying crocodile tears
Hate is your playground game as the Dark One takes his souls
Weeping from the deep wounds inflicted on others at your wish
While fighting one lost battle as your words burn from the ugly
Fork of your tongue while spitting venom they become a vile
Poison in which every last drop makes one’s very skin crawl
When I see the light of truth awakening in your Soul’s eyes
I really see a Hell-Fire scorching red hot who is the real you
Your pretty tongue of thy father speaks the evil words of the
King of Lies to my heart as it is touched by the serpent’s rasp
Yet ever you can never always hide behind this perfidious mask
And such words of beauty will not always hide what lies within
The darkest outreaches of your Soul’s descent into damnation
For Love itself is a journey of the gentle divine and the innocent
But those who breathe the Hell-Fire can only fool us all so long
And when their mask falls away they speak with a serpent’s tongue
So vile and gruesome that they know not of Love as they strike and
Bring eternal pain holding the Devil’s sword with their blackened hand
Causing pain with greatest relish as they laugh heartily at the pain
Inflicted on others not really knowing what they hold in their hand
In hate and anger while striking out at all innocent souls as their
Double-edged sword waits for those from the depths of Hell itself
Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
August 9, 2015 (Unrhymed Quatrain)
the daily news droned on and on
as hope gave way to gloom
every ray of sunshine doused
by raindrops spitting fumes
war and murder everywhere
no part of earth untouched
I pulled my hood up over my head
the burden was too much
Watermelon slices
that smell so ripe and sweet
Take me back in time again
when mother sliced the treat
Sitting in the kitchen
with the window opened wide
Spitting watermelon seeds
out to the other side
Petrified pottery ponders plots. Ploys play putting purring. And a frantically fraternising pickle arch can glow on many a skyline at dusk. In many hues. Many dusks many arches many hues and many hues mean many hundreds and many hundreds mean invite to investment of innermost inherited insectivorous institutionalised ignorant ignoramus's ingots'. But glowing of an ear bug is common in a torque typed torture chamber and a chamber is not a champion nor a charred crispy cross crossed conifer. Camels that eat hard cheese are said to be better prophets than penguins on skateboards. Fornicating false frocks falsely fall. And a little black and grey horse was speaking kindly to a tiny ball of fur which turned out to be a mouse name but cat in shape and body. How rather cruel! And derogatory too. Yet the smirking slug like actions secreting slime of a prawn headed monster with many man tentacles' and tentacles are terror and definitely not treacle treading treats. Salivate not a big bit of pie then? Fir pie is a composition of sorts types and kinds and akin to a pulsating ball of confused idiosyncratic ideological wisdom of orders originating from a glass bottom jug which weighs forty two kilos and cost eleven cities, two million towns, twenty thousand small villages, and ten hamlets. These are in a deposit global zone. A whirl of supposed suppository suppers in stupors seen but senseless. It is wise to break a mould then to create a new work for the art show shower. And bathe before baking the perimeter of pie. For pie without radius is a ravishing radish reaching radii. And how polite is a polish then? No ha no x and a big x to it as well. And one should always dangle mirrored glasses while wearing a sun hat and riding a one centimetre bull down the tidal bores. Z refurbishment z at two hens to twenty one ducks at half time. Z
hooded cape hovers
dark shadows send thermal beams
hydraulic jets fire
You ask me where I've gone to and how I've been,
I stop for a second where do I begin?
It's probably for the best if I don't say what's on my mind.
So I take a deep breath and tell you that I'm fine.
Can you tell that I was bluffing?
That the problem isn't nothing?
That I'm tired of being second string,
Until you need someone to cling
Onto, Because everything is wrong, too,
For you. But maybe it's not,
I'm just guessing, and second guessing.
But I really need to ask you,
How can you sit there with a smile, and be happy,
When it's flat out hypocrisy,
Worse than our democracy,
Leaving your lips,
My life is not your fallacy,
To screw up,
Bite into and chew up.
So step off and step down off your platform,
You see I'm just about to transform,
And become reborn.
And I just want to forewarn you,
That you better watch out,
I'm pulling all the stops out,
And going head on into what?
I'm gonna find out.
No doubt,
You're not dealing with a girl scout.
I'm done being polite,
And acting alright,
And being just another ear for you to cry in all night.
But when I need you the most,
It's like embracing a ghost,
And there you are on the coast,
Gonna party like the west side.
And while you live it up in the Hotel Cali,
I wonder how am I supposed to stay in the valley.
So are you ready for my big finale?
I'm done with all this stuff,
Enough is enough.
Talk to me again, when your life's less rough.
When you can actually remember what a friend feels like.
But until you can, you can take a hike.
Okay I saw your spitting image today!
Tried to give her a real big hug
She was your utter and absolute clone my love
Came so close to getting slugged
Thought there was really only one of you
With your bubbly personality
Will check a lot more closely next time
Could have ended up horizontally
Never thought two could look so alike
To run into her it was surely fate
One of those spooky occurrences in life
But her boyfriend set me straight
Uncanny is a very good word to describe it
Weird is another word that fits
She even had a luscious body like yours
And your gorgeous 34B... uh... eyes!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Law is like the Sun and Moon in trust,
Guarding people's rights and interest,
Some walked taking the law in hands one Dusk,
Going beyond bounds in their possible best,
At dawn,some deaths and handsome wealth lost!
They hate me and you
without a cause
Christian ... Muslim
Hindu ... Jew,
they hate us all
Jiggaboos and wetbacks
Ragheads and trailer trash
Pejorative words of scorching enmity
coming out of their mouths with heated hostility
Pentagram heart ... soul of a Nazi
They hate you no less than they hate me,
they hate everyone equally,
Spitting the hate ... venom vinegar
Bloody centurion boots
trampling on diversity
Theory of common DNA roots,
they body slam hard
Got a Grand Wizard view of human history,
they believe their color is the cream of the crop
Moving with a fervent Fourth Reich air of superiority,
they look down at people like you and me
Spitting the hate ... preaching the poison —
using tainted race bait for divisive doctrine traps
Splattering blood on roses with verbal machine guns,
the aroma of violence is bitter nectar they love to inhale
Foaming spit of hate salivating on their serpent tongue,
bifurcated bile hurled
at every culture and religion of everyone
They don’t love you
unless you slither and squeeze ...
suffocating life like they do
Spitting the hate ... don’t get bitten by the fire snakes
Be very, very careful when you extend your hand,
human breathing dragons are circling on the wind
Their fiery, flammable hate is on the march again ...
burning hatred for everyone scorches the land
Cracked often reminds me of pecan nuts.
Cracked also reminds me of earthquake scars.
Mostly cracked reminds me of Jerry Butts
Who loved driving Italian racing cars.
When he drove, Jerry often munched cashews,
While wildly weaving down roads he would choose.
Jerry switched cashews for sunflower seeds.
Spitting split shells out at a breakneck pace,
Once some flew back and lashed his bearded face.
With shells dancing in his eyes, he raced on.
That was the last time Butts cracked any nuts.
His sports car cracked on a fresh earthquake scar.
spitting rain
darkening skies
new novel in hand
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on June 14, 2018
the guard has been broke
dead and gone
taken out by force
deepening the problem
the sound boards to big
or just to wet
no getting past it
no way around
just try hard and
spit to the left
flexes his biceps
tucks his flabby tummy in
vanity in vain
a score to settle
through tough machismo's battle
male ego's title
but can't hit his foe
spits on his face, oh, no
worse than a KO !
Ripe red cherries so sweet and juicy
I spit the stones past sister Lucie
One stone hits her near her eye
Oops I’ve made poor Lucie cry
Lucie yelps she makes such a fuss
(You’d think she’d been hit by a bus)
Mum whacks my bum, I turn bright red
and then she sends me off to bed!
Inspired after halving cherries to go on my cereal ... NB the BEST way to remove the stones is using your fingernails!!!
I've just discovered they hold cherry pit spitting contests in some places ... guess I need to practice (not) lol
7/23/19