Despair weaving up my spine,
engorging within body, mine.
And though I twitched and groaned today,
that feeling did not go away.
shrinking drop by drop
icicles atrophied...
engorging trickling streams
3/19/2021
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Echoing moments of silence, lay trace of life. In the distance a gleem of a memory, like an ember engulfed by the night. Struggling against suffocation it's light now lament. Faintly a whim, every ounce of energy put into the effort made there of him. The faintest presence ever still… but present does he remain. The stubbornness to be adorned with the willingness to go. Fragile now is the state… a precibus leering towards him in a timeless sense of of utter desperation. Quiet, so still, wavering his right to exist… a shallow breath, and silence. Like a candle slowly fades, by the engorging darkness. For what was there? If there ever had been, something of worth and note? For could such a thing then there be missed, had it never been noticed at all… like a painters craft afixed, to cover a hole in the wall...
Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
I am driven by an insatiable hunger,
an engorging appetite of unfulfilled passion.
Parched from wanton desires,
my unquenchable thirst ravages any rational thought.
I am driven by a compulsive craving
voraciously devouring my every emotion.
It consumes my embedded images,
starving me from an intrinsic liaison.
I am driven by an addictive fixation
controlling my every want, my every need
and my relentless longing for you.
I am driven by the intense realization
that at this journeys end
these yearnings will cease
within the warmth of your embrace.
September has already arrived,
Enchanting is the scene.
Pausing in the countryside
Tinting trees of green.
Everything is changing:
Mixed colours far and wide.
Brushed by nature’s paintbrush,
Expressions of her pride.
Rumblings in the heavens:
Higher rising clouds,
Announce approaching thunderstorms:
Startling summer crowds!
As they run for shelter,
Lightning splits the sky!
Raging waters follow,
Engorging pastures dry.
At the storm’s departure,
Drifting clouds remain:
Yonder goes the rain.
After Nature’s tantrums,
Refreshing is the breeze.
Ripened, fit for picking
Is fruit upon the trees.
Vivid are those moments:
Evenings we recall:
Delighting one and all!
Rhymer. September 3rd, 2016
Enfolded by pure blue light
Bridging the gap to heaven
Angels' voices carry solace
Distinctly, they resound
The encircling orb drifts
Ever-morphing, ever-changing
Ominously levitates
Lingers atop the badlands
Soapy force-field, of silken woven dreams
Pushing, into the ashen unknown
Splitting shadows
Sullen charcoal black, to a hopeful chrome
Convulsing, the pulsing orb of light
A presence alike no other
Engorging, expanding
Compacting, condensing
Purest o' fluctuations
A heart so tender
So mercifully soft
Exists, within a bulletproof shell
Within it - walking
Dare not to set foot
Dare not to touch
An eternity, shrouded in uncertainty
Cautiously
Drifting through a biohazard...
Dreams, Battles and Waking To Rejoice
Times that my mind wakes to take flight
flying away in spheres of magical dreams
So often are near hour of black midnight
when dark powers dance with their schemes
A journey into the devil's unholy realm
to battle the hordes of his evil beasts
Flying blind with no master at the helm
slaying engorging demons at their feasts
Girded with truth's invincible shield
long sword of bravery in my right hand
Solemn vow to die before I ever yield
cutting out the heart of Lucifer's band
Every battle goes on in a nip and tuck
slaying the filthy beasts left and right
Always my feet seem to get me stuck
as daylight rises to defeat dark of night
Times that my spirit chooses to wake
victory is rewarded for valorous deeds
I rejoice deeply for goodness sake
as God's truth met my fighting needs
Robert J. Lindley
04-21-2015
Leave me alone in the womb of my Muse!
Don't tug and pry and pull me away!
This Muse is my soul-self from outré dimensions.
Don't wrench me from food that I crave!
When I am with Muse, I'm so like an
infant engorging with lusty abandon
to capture nutrition my Muse has to offer
which makes my endeavors so wholesome.
Many have tried to sever the cord
that binds me umbilically to Muse.
The hack marks are visible to those who can see,
ineffectual though they may be.
If I am away from my Muse for too long
I suffer in spirit and soul.
Don't drag me away and detain me afar
lest you lend to my early demise!
So I'm asking you, please, to leave me alone
while I feed in the womb of my Muse.
I promise that soon I will come up for air
and join in real time with YOU!
He is . . . so out of my reach
And his words are like royalty to my eyes
He cradles them like he’s dealing delicate roses
Spreading them out on a dirtied, lightly lit street
Obscure words. . .that make my spine tingle
In a certain. . .pleasure, I find me back again
Crawling into the crevices of his luminous lines
Only to fall under them, holding onto the words
That I am able to. . .reeeeach!
My heart is filled with comfort when I return
He neither catches me nor harms me
But allows me to hang on each time
Using my own strength. . . my own passion to twine
But against the odds, I willingly fall
Upon even more piles of words
Words I have come to relate to deeply
And words that have conquered me oh so completely
The wars of my mind cease to fight as I read
The first lines, till the end—I feed
I willingly eat and consume fire and earthy nutrients
Engorging like a lion on its prey
Never really getting enough…nor leaving enough
I take all in and wither away. . .
Reaching for the lines soon to come
I saw a man,....
with half a Soul,
half dead,
half alive,
half wanting,
the other half consuming
the drugs of pain,
yet resistance, avoids him,..
engorging.......
the Soul, the plug of life.
The epitome of existence,
was being destroyed by,..
annoyance of life.
Desecration of the D.N.A. system!
Abuse of the vessel
that proves his existence.
His body,
Without your body,
what does the Soul
plug into?
where does the Soul go?
once the body has
been desecrated,
and left Soul less,
how does it communicate
without the body?
how can the body
communicate ................
without the Soul?
It took time to desecrate
the Soul and make it half.
it will take time to
awake the Soul, to it's
original state.
Your Soul in your hands,
your Body it's Temple.
© Glen Harris March 2011
Diet Issue #10
Pizza, the engorging binging through it--
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
February 15, 2010
Poetic form: Monuku
Poetic form: Monoku
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Engorging enthusiastically
Enrico enraptured
engulfs enchiladas
entirely
enshrouding
enteritis
A certain kind of forever passed by today –
It was coiled up and corked in a bottle,
And as I watched it ride the ripples
Of the clouds in dank sky,
I sat in wonder –
I thought about the gripping restlessness –
That forever would eradicate,
The funnel of emptiness
Engorging my heart,
That forever would calm –
I contemplated, deliberated and toyed –
With the notion of that forever,
Out of grasp, out of reach
Enlarging my need,
Oh that timeless forever –
I watched as that forever passed by –
Caressed by the glass of antiquity,
And as it rode out of sight
Into sky’s vastness,
My wonder throbbed –
Foundation founded on;
Superficial societal stares..
Teenagers teary truth...
Of a perfect purging prayer...
Supermodels and stars...
On a pedastal of peers...
Engorging every entree...
Appauled at how they appear...
Succulently still unsatisifed...
Baking another bite...
Indulgence is imminent...
Famine is nil a fright...
Nauseated near spent...
Dieting with no drive...
Vomiting every morsel...
This is how I feel alive....
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