A fresh, hefty heap I left in the box.
You scooped it away into that flushing abyss.
A crisp, satisfying sound echoed—
Music to my ears.
Phew. My poop was gone.
Are you a wizard?
Four long years passed.
Then, the human assumed the form of a serpent,
Devouring a long, green cucumber.
Slathering my poop all over it,
Licking away the giant, pungent stink
With a satisfied tongue.
And then, trying to seduce me
With a terrifying truth:
"Here’s Churu for you~"
"I’ve got another cucumber, you see.
And I made sure to spread the poop extra thick and salty this time."
"Eat up."
Ah, was I that hungry?
Did you pretend to throw away my poop all those years,
Just like a magician hiding a trick?
I passed out.
Overcome by your dark truth.
How on earth am I supposed to look you in the eye tomorrow?
The Tracks of Forlorn
The gravel is new, freshly laid,
The boundaries bordered by fences we've made,
Walking along in my tarseled feet,
In the dark of the night and midsummer's heat,
I look at the tracks and feel the horn,
The world at my back and all of their scorn.
The train passes by on ridges of steel,
Shaking the ground and all I feel.
It rolls along as the ground surely shakes,
The peace is shattered as my mind itself quakes.
Stress of the mind feels like torrents of sin,
As the wind rushes by pushed from the lead engine.
Memories flash by as trains eat up steel,
Running through mind like an old movie reel.
I've lived and I've loved, but memories are torn,
Like the train of my mind on tracks of forlorn.
I've stood and I've felt,
Pondering now the cards I'd been dealt,
In the dead of the night and train's aftermath,
The silence is deaf'ning on the cold gravel path.
-Debra
Morning Beauty of Nature
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Flowers' Petals open up
When the sun wakes up.
Birds' chirping wakes up
All that Nature brings up.
The whole nature covers up
Its dizziness by wrapping up
Itself with golden envelope
That shows happy n lively set up
Of the mother Nature reared up.
Bees are into work, birds start up
Looking for their foods to eat up.
Village goes well with Nature's tie up
To enjoy those scenes before pack up
City is the last riser that gets up
Missing all the beautiful set up.
See, what's begun -
there 'neith the sun -
black latticed wings
on a milkweed!
Eggs will succeed
as each one clings
fast to a leaf.
Time is so brief -
larvae must eat.
Eat up today,
then make a "J" -
an agile feat.
A chrysalis
now, pretty miss -
a jade jewel.
Time to emerge,
yield to the urge.
Don’t be a fool!
Sit yourself down and join the party.
Have a drink and eat up hearty.
Real friends and family get together
Intent on enjoying the perfect weather.
Mexican food is my favorite entree.
Prepare Shrimp Ceviche my way.
Cover raw shrimp with lime juice to sink.
Ensure that it turns opaque and pink.
Veggies are chopped and ready to go.
Insert onions, tomatoes & cukes also.
Clamato & avocado is needed, as well.
Heap this and cilantro on a tostada shell.
Enjoy your creation with a Margarita drink.
On the journey to faith and understanding
There are places where we must not stay
Temporary temptations of past mind transforming
Where the old to the new finally gives way
If our cries of pain can become song
Then Power of the Prince of Peace
Will carry us from these petrified forests forlorn
To a new found hope filled release
Then will we arrive on the fragrant palm lined shore
Where the bees make honey from the orange blossom
And the petrified pine is no more
Here the pain of longing into obtaining turns over
Among the rows of cactus and lime
Where the cows eat up the clover
And the sea waves count out the time
Here faith turns into knowledge
And the cold wind of death into life’s melody
That saves
it's a christmas rule
calories don't count eat up
santa claus says so
Some people have jackets.
The jackets have wrinkles from sitting in the closet.
We have been trapped in our winter coats for so long.
The afternoon creeps in.
By then,
Some people don’t have jackets at all!
Their jackets are fluttering in their stern arms.
Windy but warm.
The wind is trying to eat up everyone’s hats off their head.
Restaurants are dusting off their patio tables.
The crowd is sitting and chatting outside,
Making spring complete.
Until tomorrow when winter returns.
Until tomorrow when the snow blows back in.
But for now, we are shedding our jackets.
On this Michigan February day.
Human’s ready to serve
Zombie’s flesh crave
Human’s have no time left
Hungry in wanting
Appetite in needing
Thirst for blood
Head to toe serving
Eat day and night
Human’s get no sleep in plight
Total darkness with no light
Danger Danger Danger
Zombies enter
Eat in content
Flesh to bones
Never be alone
Zombie eat up
I am young but I have grown up
some, and with a new job set up
now, plus home and car all got up
here, thanks to how I was brought up.
Interviewed with the higher-up
then, the foreman and I met up
and, got things before I start up,
turned, the crew gave me a thumbs up.
The work, like my past jobs, speed-up
so I had no time to warm up
cause, 'twas busy now we're caught up
in time for lunch, we all eat up.
'Twas a great first day as we wind up,
... byes and smiles that just lift me up.
Churches bow to the pulpit, time to confess your sins
Crocodile tears over evil acts that you know you'll perform again
So tell yourselves that all is forgiven, and that inside you're okay
But behind the heart of you hypocrites, demons shriek all day
Paint your white picket fences, those values you hold so dear
One day you'll realize that all that you love will someday disappear
There is no reward, no great meeting, no happily ever after
But an endless void that will eat up those scared pastures
So run and hide, those of you who believe
All the lives you ruined because of things you can't even perceive
The demons that lurk in darkness as you say
Are yourselves in mirrors, so get down and pray
We are the future and your foundations are dying
The end of oppression over us with all of your lying
Stronger we grow, so fear us, we are coming soon
Those who hold so closely imaginary religion that will shortly be in ruin
And not everyone in these places are so bad
But the loudest majority, which is what is so sad
This long day has come to a close,
don't regret the vocation you chose;
drink up, your work is done!
Drink up, life only offers wine,
it's a brief pause from insane worries
and unaccomplished things!
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
think about how hard was all your sweat,
drink up and look up you're so blessed...
you can peacefully sleep on your bed!
Cheer up, hold up your shining cup;
drink up, eat up, leave no chump!
Be filled to the brim and start to dance;
it's a swell time to rekindle romance!
Let these be the longest hours before dusk,
break your glass and wish yourself some luck;
will tomorrow change anything you strongly wish?
What's your dream money or something to cherish?
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
sit down and let stress out of your chest,
breathe easily, think how good is calmness;
drink up, drink up and worry much less!
Drink up, your work is done...
your worries are all gone!
Pill junkie was born in the closet in May
He popped out yelling “Hi neighbor” the very first day.
We did not know how to respond or what to say.
What do you eat? I asked him, socializing away.
I eat up all the pills you were throwing away.
This was easy cooking for me, so I said, “please stay”.
He has consumed all the old pills of Jeff, Johnny and Jay.
He tells me he loves naps in the closet, sleeping away.
We wonder what will happen next Saturday.
By then pill junkie might not have any reason to say.
Because he is now devouring the pills of sweet Grandma May.
But if we cannot find any more pills, will he have a reason to stay?
Disturbed forbidden valentine
you level me and that’s the draw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;
Your roughness I wouldn’t refine,
I eat up what’s enticing, raw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine;
Profile’s bent and that’s by design,
left is right when you’re a southpaw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;
Cliche’ of shivers down my spine,
there lies the appeal of an outlaw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine;
Two hearts completely intertwine,
ignoring each red flag and flaw;
I’ll be all yours if you be mine;
Rage at a different baseline,
holding my neck and a handsaw;
Disturbed forbidden valentine
I’ll be all yours if you be mine.
Here’s to Thanksgiving and to you
have fun, eat up, and give thanks too
big, swollen tummies
result of yummies
I’m just hoping that you won’t spew!
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