As I sit here, melancholy
Surrounded by filth, full of folly
I did this to myself, why complain?
And then I stuff my face again.
I binged…bewildered…
I eat away my sorrow
I binged…a caged bird
I binged...I’m so uncured
I eat away tomorrow
I’m winged – set-free bird
I am delighted
I binged...I’m so immature
Gleefully hazy
I took a bite, I bit with all my might.
But I knew I had bitten off, a bit more
than I could gnaw, more than I could just ignore.
With gob stuffed stupid in gluttonous binge,
I suddenly knew, I was in over my head.
Something had to give.
His boredom conquered discipline again;
a bridge thus built has no one else to blame.
A blazing dumpster fire bloomed from within,
like breathing, birth unnoticed when it came.
Audacious that a button made of cork
might detonate and on his soul impinge.
Believe not blood, instead apply the torque,
and so begins another drinking binge.
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Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…
on a binge
on a bingo
monopoly in a binge stoned
drunk night before
on the binge zone
BINGO
did I say it loud
I could say it louder
but will I have too
meanwhile meaning of spoon feed
crosses mind
Are you ready for a few laughs
from Horn Haiku of course
Cognitive dissonance and resonance
Santos on drug binge
had been using a syringe
causing us to cringe
Santos still livid
they say that he has COVID
loosing would flip lid
had mind badly soiled
Santos is like eggs hardboiled
a child who was spoiled
When Santos occurred
as usual reassured
trouble up had stirred
Santos much bad news
Peruse then he would abuse
suffered a big bruise
Many times I’ll watch a show,
Enough to say I’d binge.
Gone away, my mind will go,
And slowly off the hinge.
Watch enough, the show will lend,
An accent to my voice.
What that is, it will depend,
Upon my viewing choice.
Southern drawl or British twang,
Perhaps a little latin.
Simulating mobster slang,
Like I’m from Manhattan.
When I drive, I double take,
At what could be revealed.
Dragons flying by a lake,
Or zombies in a field.
Doctor shows make me believe,
That I should be one too.
Conversations interweave,
A surgeons point of view.
So I have to rearrange,
My mind to what I know.
For my brain can often change,
When binging on a show.
Eating more Mexican food than most of Texas
is not something one should be proud of. If
all the wisdom of man is mere foolishness,
all the tacos you can eat are mere stomachache.
Along the way I’ve rediscovered herbal tea,
that proverbial panacea in a land of coffee and Coca-Cola.
Fresh off the binge I love pure water and pumping iron,
though what’s heavy isn’t just metal or military presses.
Try as I might to be beholden to a higher commander.
Off the binge, now is a time that goals and dreams be
elevated as never before. I begin to power forward from petit fours.
Intoxification ~ harbinger of Love
lazy
TV binge
wasting a week
seriously sad
onset of depression
medically okay?
starting to hide
worrisome
lazy
Cringe After Hearing about Binge
Regarding disaster we were on the fringe.
And about the thought will always cringe;
Then we worried,
While they hurried;
Heard they had been on a drinking binge.
Jim Horn
I am avidly binge watching building shows at a marathon pace.
Somehow feeling it is keeping me in touch with the whole human race.
The prices are outrageous, out of my league or comfort zone.
I am horrified at the lot prices, astronomically expensive alone.
Some of these rich of the wealthy pay more for the glazing than whole houses I have owned.
They seem to start with unique ideas that sound completely new.
However, by the time they are finished they are all the same hue.
Why I have spent countless hours watching this building show,
Is anyone’s guess, but I think I secretly know.
It keeps me from mundane, housework that always feels undone.
It keeps me from mopping and cleaning, that are simply no fun.
It saves me from doing boring tasks here and there,
It keeps me from wasting time on stuff for which I simply don’t care.
So if the phone rings, or someone is at the door, and I do not answer, during my binge.
Know that I’m enjoying a new surroundings, and guilt I do not feel even a twinge.
Went On Buying Binge
There was a time when I felt a twinge
Of pain that seems to always hinge;
Money spent;
To roof went;
With credit card went on buying binge.
Jim Horn
Trump On Health Food Binge
Trump was on a health food binge
Was enough to make you cringe
An easier way there must be
Costing nothing and for free
So fat from body he did singe.
Jim Horn
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Binge of Revenge
Woke up this morning and had to
hear about some more sad killings.
According to the news must be a binge
Of many more people who want revenge
For bad things that to them were done
Police killed another poor innocent son.
Now parents and relatives cry and cry
Is no good reason why they had to die
Pulled over for tail light being burned out
Was that what it really had been about?
Maybe might be anxiety or outright fear
Precious person so dear is no longer here
Whatever they did has gone by and past
Soul from sad earth is finally free at last.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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