Best Stomach Ache Poems
They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day
or two before starting to spoil.
I had to be quick and when
the time came,
I hurried home
from school to clamber up
the tree and seize
the fruit. Each was a warm,
engorged globe of flesh
with just a hint of give
when a finger was pressed
into skin.
No command,
not even from God,
could have held back a bite.
Mouthfuls of sweet peach
sent every pleasure bud
on the tongue into a spasm
and spilt the overload
oozing out of the corners
of stretched lips.
Great gulps
were hurried down the throat
to make room for another bite.
No savoring restraint held
me back, this was volume.
All afternoon
my face and hands
dripped a sticky syrup,
coating my shirt.
Finally I would have my fill
and sit bloated beneath
the tree surrounded
by peachstones some still
encased in leftovers
of pinkish flesh. Sorry evidence
to convict. Afterwards,
a terrible remorse always
took hold. Next day
I thought my stomach ache
was punishment from above.
Every year of my childhood,
in the heat of late summer,
I repeated the same sin,
suffered the same consequence,
hoped for forgiveness
from a wrathful God.
Minions are so mischievous
but can be oh so sweet.
Three left in my son’s Easter basket
could be a tasty treat.
Yellow covered marshmallows
with beady chocolate eyes
dipped in sugar sprinkles -
a sugar-rush surprise!
One gave me a stomach ache,
one gave a cavity,
the other tickled till I cried.
They're cuter on TV!
For Silent One's Minions Contest, 2/24/16
Just say GO
An imaginary race,
Running nowhere fast,
Sweat pours down my face,
Hoping time has passed.
Pop a pill an hour,
Distractions proving gold,
Hop into a shower,
Warm away the cold.
Drink. Drink. Drink.
Substitute the full.
Sink. Sink. Sink.
Deeper in the hole.
Hold on tight,
The pain will cease,
Then again,
It might increase.
Watch the mirror,
Let me know,
Tell me truthfully
Friend or foe?
Touch me, Love me, Praise me,
If only you knew how,
The aching doesn’t phase me,
I feel what I allow.
Run, fall, stop,
Sweat, sorrow, hurt,
Water, faster, pop,
Strong will, assert.
Temptation everywhere,
Peel away my skin,
Please don’t ever stare,
At what’s left within.
Gorge, eat, fill,
Shower, cry, sleep,
All against my will,
Guilty secrets keep.
Awake again tomorrow,
Vow a better day,
Full of shame and sorrow,
Starting over is ok….
Run harder, sweat more,
Pill, water, hands shake,
A casualty of food and war,
Legs, arms, stomach, ache.
Exhaustion engulfs,
Weakness follows,
Fade into sleep,
Darkness swallows.
Make it stop,
Pill, run, sweat, eat,
Spin my top,
Lose, gain, win, defeat.
Drop down,
Shake, cry,
Breathe slow,
Smile, die.
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Yanny Widjanarko - Baby Ken Austen
Nothing is a greater gift than to be a mother
Growing in the womb - the first 9 months of his life
A warm and cozy place right under a happy heart
Associates a bond with tenderness and love
An indescribable love so pure and full of honesty
Finally the day came - mother got stomach ache
A little angel came to the world - a shapely baby boy
Ken Austen became his beautiful name
Your mom spreads over your carpet - kiss you on your cheek
Outside your window I see the moon watching over you
Good wishes I send you in my heart
When you sleep ....
- Dedicate this poem to: Yanny Widjanarko - And Baby Ken Austen
- Congratulations and welcome to the world
20.03.2014
A-L Andresen : )
I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings
And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went;
I go to pay the next day’s rent,
Where have they taken my new tent?
The bandstand kids look like Dick Clark,
Turn on the lights, I’m in the dark,
I’m standing in Grand Central Park,
A worm has caught a purple lark
And Kookie has run out of combs
So rents out rooms in old maid’s homes,
He has B.O. where ere he roams
So buys some spray and sells his tomes,
To your friend Ralph, yes you know who,
The one who should be in a zoo;
He sells used cars upon the tube
To each and every simple boob
And if he gives you stomach ache
Then Alkaseltzer’s what you take
And Bufferin too if you’re a rake,
Thus hath the Johnny Carson spake
Do I need a cigarette?
A camel says before me yet
‘yes, Luckys is the brand to get,
Be a he man, don’t you fret’
‘there must be worser ways to die
So buy brand X, give it a try’;
Just then another bird walks up
And asks me what I feed my pup
Then puts a nickel in my cup
And tells me I am full of crup
Of where I am, I’m unaware;
Why are the people all so square?
Who is standing over there?
He says he’s here to take my fare
But I’m not going anywhere,
Besides I feel my pockets bare
‘Well then I guess you must have paid’
At this I start to get afraid,
I think my mind will start to fade,
Then Hogen’s Heros make a raid,
Upon my sensibilities
And now it’s clear why each eye sees
So many people climbing trees;
It aint because of hungry fleas
As Tarzan swings upon a rope
I find I start to give up hope;
Jack Webb has started smoking dope
So now the crooks no longer mope
And Perry Mason kicks a judge
But finds the law will never budge
Unless big business gives a nudge
To Popeye selling ice cream fudge
At this I really have to rush
To our old john so I can flush
So far away this vacant mush
Before my teeth I start to brush
Then Josephine comes to my view
And says ‘I want to talk to you
Have you scrubbed your sink anew?
Your mop I think needs some shampoo’
I said ‘I think you are the plumber
And no one else was ever dumber
You’ve put me on another bummer’
My feelings start to get much number
continued in part 2>
Oreos with chocolate chips
Potato sticks with onion dip
Drip the cheese all over those fries
Three scoops of ice cream and apple pie
Frito-lay corn chips beside a guacamole-filled bowl
Don't forget those Boston-creme doughnut...holes
And how about all the candies and the chocolate cake
Something's got to give you a slight stomach ache
These are merely appetizers, of course
Now it's time for the game, to eat like a horse
First comes the turkey, with stuffing and butttered yams
Along with sides of potato fritters and honey-glazed ham
Throw in a few sirloin steaks with sauteed onions, hot off the grill
A Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut'll give your taste buds a thrill
Now -- how foolish of me! -- I've forgotten the drinks
Left them in a cooler under the kitchen sink ...
So let's down a few maragaritas and some imported red wine
Y'all leave some room for beer chasers --- in a mug or a stein
Yes, fans, it's under two months till Super Bowl Sunday
Better start dieting now, so you'll still fit in your undies!
“Dear Lord and Savior, hear my plea.
I've one request - wait, two or three....
This time though, I'm in a fix,
so maybe there'll be five or six....
Please answer quickly, hear me now
and I'll pray daily - that's my vow.
Unlike before, please don't postpone,
for really Lord, You should have known.
I've sacrificed so much for You,
for years been nagged by 'you know who'....
The children too, yell at the spouse -
we really need a larger house....
My boat is bleached from Your hot sun
so I really need a brand new one.
My wardrobes full - but can't wear those,
for Heaven knows I need new clothes.
You know I just went out to eat,
‘all I could eat' - wow, what a treat -
topped it off with cream and cake -
so take away my stomach ache.
I've tried so hard to lose some weight,
from all this fat that You create....
I feel so tired and weak somehow,
so give me strength - I need it now.
Oh, thank You for my new guitar,
my brand new camper, one more car,
but vacation's what I really need -
roller coasters, lots of speed.
You are so great. I know You care,
so answer now, my simple prayer.
These aren't mere words, these are my needs
and if You grant, I've more good deeds....
There's so much more I'd ask of You,
with credit cards long overdue....
But you, dear Lord, must surely know,
the fish are biting. I must go.
I only ask for what I need.
These are not 'wants' so please proceed.
Stay close to me. I'll call again.
Please grant me what I need, Amen.”
©2007 louis gander - www.ganderpoems.org
A Vegetable Story
Broccoli, Spinach, yummy fresh Garden Peas,
Cabbages, Winter Greens, Cauliflower Trees.
Runner Beans and broad, Mange Tout so Francais,
Curly Kale, Crunchy Sprouts on a cold windy day.
Onions, Parsnips, Carrots and tall Welsh Leek,
King Edwards, Purple Turnip, ready next week.
Corn cut off the cob with sweet Barley Rice,
Mash up that Swede for a treat savour nice.
Tips of Asparagus are one acquired taste,
Into the soup, don’t let them go to waste.
Vegetable Squash with Butternut and Pumpkin,
Tearing Sour dough bread, ready for dunking.
Please don’t choke on a strange looking Arti’
Exclusively reserved for a Vegan style party.
Try some boiled Beet and a large slice of Yam,
Fennel is soporific, a bit like I am.
Parsley and Cress make a simple garnish,
Spring Onion and Celery, very Saladish.
Going to the wood, picking wild Mushroom,
Beware some are poison, Stomach-ache of doom.
Lots of choice for a Veggie style life,
No need for meat, no need of a knife.
Don’t want to preach, so my voice is on mute,
That’s all from the Veg, lets start on the Fruit.
Some say love it is a hunger
making your stomach ache unless answered
or like a wheel within a wheel
wounded and mended but would never heal
She can feel you
but she can’t see through
when you tread your troubled tracks
and the odds were stack.
I hear her face is white as rain
that when you sleep, you’ll call her name
And tonight I lay, all so lonely
wanting only you, and you only.
How could an angel break my heart?
I never wish we’d drift apart
You left no time to regret
and mountains of memories I could never forget.
Some say love it is a hunger
and some say love it is a razor
or like a wheel within a wheel
wounded and mended but would never heal.
*songs used:
-Back to Black
-If I were you
-The rose
-The windmills of your mind
-How could an angel break my heart
“and if I died a thousand deaths,
I’d die a thousand more to be with you…”
Seven years since they found your body lying
beneath the Colorado Pine on St. Patrick’s Day-
I’ve spent all day mourning and crying,
and have been since you ran away.
For there is no place I could ever hide,
since you decided to commit suicide.
Why does it still hurt so damn bad?
Why can’t these tears whither and dry?
When will the day come I won’t be sad,
and the moment I stop asking why.
The memory of when your heart stopped beating
gives me a stomach ache that keeps repeating.
My Mugsy met you in front of the bridge of rainbow,
just four days ago; tell me, did he run to you?
You loved him and I know he loved you so,
I’ll always wonder…did Bo meet him too?
They say time heals all wounds in grief,
though I feel as if I’ll never find relief.
***Dedicated to my beautiful sister Karen.
Seven years ago on St. Patrick's Day
we found her body after three months she
had been missing. My sweet pug Mugsy just
died and I know she met him with my other
sweet Bo at the rainbow bridge.***
March 17th, 2018
There once was a robin who flew
somewhat strangely down my chimney flue.
When I asked if she missed
due to morn's heavy mist,
she said, "That, plus I'm fighting the flu".
Unhappy with how much I weigh,
for a long time I searched for a way
to get rid of some weight.
This was well worth the wait:
to fruit smoothies I add powdered whey!
She prays to her Father most holy,
while adoring His worthiness wholly.
For long hours she'll kneel
by her new husband, Neil.
So that's why both their pants are so holey.
Though he couldn't look me in the eye,
the cupcake thief said, "It is I".
When I asked, "So you ate
every one of the eight?"
With a fierce stomach ache he said, "aye".
A new singer has come to the fore
though I honestly don't know what for.
Her light dimly has shone
(as her critics have shown) -
her "cringe" songs I could name three or four.
This poet tells bad jokes (puns, too)
every minute he'll tell one or two.
Now this half-funny bard
from all bars is now barred
till his victims who passed out come to.
My sailboat I towed down the road
to the bay; at the helm my son rode.
But no breezes were seen
at the smooth-as-glass scene -
to our destination we both rowed!
Twelve donuts I opted to buy,
as I nibbled on them by and by.
Now they're gone - who knows where
(my new pants I can't wear)
With this mystery I'll sign off. Bye!
//Homophones - two words sounding the same but with different meanings //
Written 26 Oct 2022
A for Ahira not an Apple was found at the tree of life, Sustain ate Manna;
B for Band bananas Black beans in stride;
C for Corianders and Cocoyam's flown in from the skies, sustain ate Manna;
D for Dalkon with Dandelions cries;
E for Endive in the wilderness eat, eaten with flies, sustain ate Manna;
F for Fat hen-Fiddlehead Fern, all for this I learn many people died;
G for Gherkin no more starving infants sustain ate Manna;
Sustain ate Manna;
H for Horseradish rode in from the North East;
Got a stomach-ache, must been somethin' that I didn't eat that I didn't ate.
Got no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly...
God rains down something, I sigh, well, well, I said God rains down something...
rain down a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
Sustain ate manna this I got to have, yowl. . .
I for Ice plant, I spent on hot soup, sustain ate Manna
J for Jerusalem Artichokes rolls of Rice, this would b so nice so very nice
K for Kale is coming growing in bunches, sustain ate Manna;
L for Lemon grass and lentils and tree bark crunches;
M for Marjoram just to be brewed, sustain ate Manna;
N for Nettles and nuts just a few;
O for Okra and Olives oh, my, my, Oh! sustain ate Manna, sustain ate Manna;
P for peppers and palm hearts warms my inter soul;
Got a stomachs ache, must been something I didn't eat;
God no food for my family, must pray and stop being sadly;
God rains down something I sigh, a chocolate cake or pumpkin pie;
sustain ate manna this I got to have now. . .
Q for Quince and mince and mash and chew, sustain ate Manna;
R for Radish the raisins just a few;
S for Slokes are jokes no one eats them, sustain ate Manna;
T for tomatoes to Matt Toe what's the different;
U for Ulluco you be hungry when you eat, sustain ate Manna;
V for Vidalia onion sometimes is sweet;
W for Watercress, what a mess, sustain ate Manna;
X for Xemenia too!, Comes from heavens kitchen;
Y for Yamaimo and yams is the plan, sustain ate Manna;
Z for Zucchini for every woman, girl, boy and man;
Sustain ate Manna
Tears flowing down my face
Teasing me make funny
Tell laughs my stomach ache
Touch of sadness today
Today hurtful words-things
Test-life many tears fall
To come heaven no tears
Date Written: 4/26/2021
3 Place
6 syllables
Pleiades T Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Most night
I spend them counting, in thoughts
Like being trap inside a cocoon; it’s dark and quiet
It’s a little daunting
It’s why I always have my eyes closed
But, I could still see everything, as light as day
A little like the sun but calmer like the grin of the moon
Starry like the pebbles in the ocean floor, twinkling
Feeling a little cold like ice but burns like red pepper in my mouth
Although, soft to my skin, giggly like bubbles, underwater
I’m not drowning but more like flying, upside down
Nimble as a feather
It tethers like footsteps, one after the other
It gets bigger, growing far, so fast-upward
Like looking at a mirror from the inside
Distorted like cartoons
But real like a stomach ache
Not so much as painful as it is stimulating
Like a giant, tying a roller coaster, into knot
Roaring like thunder, continuously
It doesn’t stop
I didn’t want it to stop
Because it was sensibly addicting
In a good way
Like listening to a joke for the first time
Knowing, that you actually got the point
And the point is very inspiring like firecrackers
Pop, pop, pop
And this is when I open my eyes…
By: Wilbert Dela Cruz
feeling pangs of lust
in the pit of my stomach
took seltzer water
could be mistaken for love
or having eaten oysters
SECOND PLACE WINNER
written May 28, 2021
for "Tanka" Poetry Contest
sponsored by M.L. Kiser