Effluence Poems

the forest man

The forest man

He had bought a cabin in the woods near a lake
he planned to go there after his divorce 
with no demand on his time, life would be simpler
first of all, he needed a dog, the one he had 
was a poodle, his ex-wife could take the mooch 
he needed a strong dog that could feed itself
catching rabbits in the glen
The cabin only had one room, a big room he could
make a kitchen in a corner, for the he needed 
a hand pump and dig a Hole for a cisterna.
bedroom and living room together was ok, he had 
a sofa bed but needed a couple of chairs
He also had to build a shed, an empty plastic 
drum to sit on and empty his own effluence twice
a week 
So much to do!
perhaps he should get one more dog, the one 
offered him by a farmer, had a white snout liked 
to sit on the sunny side and snooze
he had to remember to buy tins of dry dog food
to buy provision, he needed transport, a mule 
would do, so he had to build a stable
No electricity, so he had to buy batteries and candles
so much to do!
I met a forest man in a tavern he had a cabin in
the woods, near a lake, for sale.

Third Grade Recitation

My cousin and I were dismayed
By the kids who were in her third grade
They had no answers to tell
Though they spoke very well
And knew how impressions were made!

They earned an A+ for endurance
For displaying remarkable effluence
They could babble all night
With no fact in sight
Nor any sign of congruence! 

Oh, how wise we thought that we were
We could see their minds were a blur!
But now, mid-elections
And selfie confections
We see why they were so sure.

Is Real

is real

I have an intimate connection with effluence
or  of the animal kind.
I could, by aroma alone, which animal 
had passed the track.
Most animal dung smell sweet, except for dogs
they have lived so long among us
they crap like us,
Dogs love their excrement and eat it.
A horse evacuation is like rare wine you promise
yourself to buy a horse when you have a garden
Vines that have been fertilized by a foals
morning pee is divine.
If your hands have been in the muck
nothing in the world can offend you.

The Devil You Know

Whatever happened to common sense
when did we all become so dense
ya can’t fall off an un-sat fence

dreaming of why and where and whence
trying to figure out farthings and pence
trapped in a world of hereafter and hence

can’t really recall but it’s been that way since
we o’erthrew the king to favor the prince
expecting pure satin – wound up with cheap chintz

our armor now rusted, bloodless, with dents
thrown out of our houses we now live in tents
downwind from the castle’s hungerless scents

venom the substance of our effluence
fueled by delay of our just recompense
and for our actions offer no penitence

our fields long gone fallow wait in suspense
for the word of a dead king “let planting commence”
a king raised to power at our expense


John G. Lawless
©12/13/2021

Fear Not, My Love

I  d r i f t e d
amongst the willow trees in the breeze-
             swaying the barren branches into love’s fascination.

sitting along the pebbled shore
        assembling sandcastles and counting stardust
plummeting down onto the ebon eventide so gently.

we tremble not at what lies ahead,
for we are but a lifeline to the sunburst of dreams,
our love travels beneath the ocean floor. 

                              FEAR NOT, my love-
I have been enraptured by the effluence of
your unyielding devotion,
encompassing me in all the metaphors and syllables
       one woman can withstand. 

I never needed a soul to wash away my sins, 
but a man to tarry me into lands  b e y o n d  heaven’s gate.

for you are my redemption and more-
         my truce in a war, my salvation in life’s atonement.
you  e a s e  my aggrievances, 
             remedy all things that have brought me pain.
 


June 18, 2018

Caress To Soul

Zephyr effluence
Drifts a caress to the soul
In sullen sunset

Ne'Er Cry Or Whisper

morning fog diffuses light
the sun has lost direction  
and the world is enveloped
in silence

skeletal trees line 
the potholed road
as two scrawny crows
huddle in the bare branches

yesterday's  mass murders,
flooding  across the pond,
asteroids,
sudden solar wind.
magnetic pole reversal,
drowning in our effluence?

sow many ways
4 world to end

Starmade

A human tornado,
driven,
by influence,
by affluence,
by effluence.
The flotsam and the jetsam.
Come and get some.

I would not have came here
were it not for you.
You blame the walls,
I bounce off the walls.

The gift horse is here,
we claw at our eyes as he opens his mouth.
I stare into space and stare into space,
nothing, then galaxies pass by at pace.
starlit hands caress my face,
I am a human race.

I tell you of flying saucers and topless barmaids,
but you never believe me.
You tell me a fungus has spawned in my brain,
And as I was lost, I am found,on ground, again.

For a moment there you took me off task,
retreat or surrender, was that the ask?
But my lungs start beating,
and I breathe through my heart.
It is life that I cheat,
It is death where we part.

And in my pink and black neon euphoria,
I roll up my sleeves and I am back in the game.

Bio Mass

Bio Mass. 
I have had an intimate connection with effluence or
to use a more proper word, **** of the animal kind
I could by the aroma alone know which animal had
passed the track. Most animal dung smell is sweet 
except dogs they have lived so long amongst us they
even crap likes us, but dogs love their own excrement 
so much they even eat it. Horses` evacuations are like 
rare wine and you promise yourself to buy a horse 
when you can buy a bigger garden or vines that 
 have been fertilised by foals’ morning pee. Having had 
your hands  in the muck nothing  can offend you.

Pollution

To mill pond at dawn's new day

rippling sunbeams over the calm surface play
freely amongst the stately swans gliding there
in contented pairings, turning sees' a hare
and leveret munching on borage and honeycombs
breakfasting, as a polluted tributory stream foams
with poisonous effluence five hundred yards away

to mill pond at dawn's new day

Ode

O glorious cavern wrought with pinkish mystery,
Thou, whose puck’ring lips I have dreamt about,
Are the sacred altar of Sodom’s progeny .

How thy sweet effluence is set to rout
When that fearsome beast of mine doth attack
And rend thy cave apart with its purple snout! 

Venus’s temple on its hirsute mound
Seems paltry when likened to thy glory.
For to thou alone I am always bound.

It is exclusively in thy quarry
That I seek my precious stones of ordure,
Be they glist’ning moist or dark and hoary.

I shall gulp down thy mellifluous excrement
And wed my soul to its celestial scent!

The Blarney Stone

a didactic poem

When eloquence leaves you a’wanting,
if verbal effluence you’re flaunting,
should your audience appear daunting,
kiss the Blarney Stone.

     I climbed the circular tower,
     reached the hundred ninety-third step, 
     and waded through unhurried queue.

     I trembled with anxiety, 
     gasped for ev’ry uncertain breath,
     and paused to view but then I knew.

     Hidden underneath the rampart
     this infamous bluestone will rest
     I shan’t pursue my lips on blue.

When commonsense says,  “No way”,
if plain prudence seeks delay,
should consequence have its say,
pass the Blarney stone.


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Maineeak

LLean is for effluence
lesser mainers dont buy
Her hand sown boots.

They must go
where its cheap
not hay caro but barrato

Uncule Raven

The  uncule raven in din
In undying bueshing sin
Crying  fortishly , crin
 Try in the essence of quin
Roll scriptural to win sense
pray untotinaly naively
near in far winish your strength 
now in here place your antogule 
how in again rise your effluence
high in low morn for the lost soul
over in under mar your perch wide
quite in sound reloune secret nature
up in down find the clown
round in around  place the frown
away in apart think of unrainishing heart
when  invoking the troubled phood
time and give your true loves first kiss
coy and shy remart your silent cry
front in lonely revarnish it's heartful song

Seaside

The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
  Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger vans with frying lard,
  Ice cream parlours, sagging deckchairs and the sunlight blazing on.
Splayed upon the greying sands with butts of cigarettes in shallow graves,
  Bikini babes in thin floss thongs, sun oil basted, lie and fry,
The effluence of sewage farms foams ochre crests upon the waves,
  Cheap sunglasses and tinted shades warp vision as the seagulls cry.
Or are they coughing in the choking rise of hotdog onion smoke,
  Or searing blast of diesel oil drove upwards from the fairground sprawl,
And do they dive for fish and chips discarded by the glutted folk
  Until cholesterol weighs them down and they no longer fly but crawl?
Oh, I did like to be beside the seaside in the golden memories of my youth,
  Before the tattooed mobs and greedy slobs and moguls came to town,
And though rose-tinted, real dreams of childhood wonder sing of truth,	
  But now I’d much prefer it if they torched and burned the whole place down.

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