That neighbour has just banged his door.
Again yet again and yet again.
I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat
his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole.
But there’d be no grey matter
to dribble down the concrete.
An ugly slimy mush would not be excreted
from that crumbly, crinkly, brainless brainpan.
No brainbox there to squirt the grey stuff!
Oh, what do I experience?
A swirly-whirly precognition of a pleasurable
banging of that brain that isn’t there?
Do I not wish to tear it into shreds?
Funny how feral thoughts burst into one’s mind.
Again yet again and yet again, this superior
wants to beat and bounce that barking bonce.
(17 Sep 2024)
Categories:
excreted, break up, discrimination, me,
Form: Free verse
Unswerving in your sincere actions,
stating the main purpose of intentions;
no venom is excreted from enlarged veins
without the fear of horrific moments!
Be grateful for the ample kindness shown,
never a trace of bitter sentiment or a frown;
eyes tear when crossing over the deep abyss
with the hesitation to discover its darkness!
Woeful are the darkest secrets kept to oneself,
when they're confessed they can be a relief;
pluck roses from their stems without bleeding:
thorns were Christ's crown proclaiming Him king!
Persistence is such a fortitude stronger than gold,
give someone a stone instead of sweet bread:
he will speedily fling it back and seek revenge;
treat everybody fairly and nobody will ever cringe!
Be infallible in your ultimate quest for beneficial change,
remain loyal to your peers, avoid conflict and treason;
if unfair judgment is implemented, let God be the judge:
sequels end when the pile of lies crumbles in soggy rain!
Faith binds spirit and heart to pursue holiness,
be a deviant and bear the direst consequences;
religion imposes punishment, society never does:
does freedom mean to do whatever one pleases?
Categories:
excreted, appreciation, character, confidence, endurance,
Form: Rhyme
Stimulus excreted
Sinuously invades
Subconsciously corrupts
Suggestive images
Seeded, sneakily sown
Sacrificial victim
Satiability owns
Pleiades S Contest
Date 4/21/21
Categories:
excreted, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
I KNOW MY WORLD
Don’t come to my world
Its milk and honey
Are that of excreted inks
A world where
Lines are made into walls
Out of a dancing pen
A world where
Her neighboring villages
Are called stanzas
And her clans
Known for words
A world where
The sound of the battle bell
Is so melodious
To the heart and soul
Where Rhythms commands
The waist of our wrist to twist
As Rhymes provokes
The wrestlers to agitate
The victory that awaits
Don’t come to this world
It is so deep and wide
Deeper than mere imaginations
And travels beyond
Human understanding
A world where
I die a thousand times
And resurrect between my lines
A world where
The wounds of the heart
Is often healed with poesies
A world where
With optical eyes
You seek my romantic interest
But fails, unknowing to you that
I hide behind poetic walls
Don’t come to my world
Else, you’ll get lost
In the mirage of lust love
Please come not to my world.
Categories:
excreted, literature,
Form: Free verse
The spring wrestled the grain of sand
And scattered it free floating in the
Whirlwind on natures’ crystal spring
A tiny bird swept in to sip a drink
A dazzled by the floating grain
Tasted it and swallowed it and now
Airborne the grain of sand traveled
To a field of blueberries and flowers
And the bird now hungry ate of the
Berries and some of the insects
And excreted the grain of sand
And the skies opened and the rains
Came and the tiny grain of sand
Became lodged against a great rock
The sun came out and dried the
Tiny grain of sand and it adhered
To the big rock and now it was no longer
A tiny grain of sand but a big rock
And if felt fulfilled and powerful
And thankful and complete.
Categories:
excreted, blessing,
Form: Blank verse
You reawaken my broken cell,
Killed every germs in my growing love,
& perfumed my heart to your heartfelt joy
Every time I see your smile,
my soul dances to your romantic jazz
&make me drag heartbreak into hell
You're the reason I vomit worries,
Excreted emotional damages
As you cloth my mind with lasting memories
When my intestine became disgusting
From how my love was made rotten,
You came and made it fresh by caring
& moustached my heart till it realized you are truly loving
You are the chlorophyll to my faded love
The fertilizer to my kiss buried in a filthy soil,
When I was the dry leaf to life,
you came & bathed me a love full of worth
Poet:
©Cheto
Note : this poem is dedicated to my loving and caring girl friend..
Categories:
excreted, love,
Form: Narrative
Place the void before me and I will cower
Fill it and I will pulse with awe
Neither pushes me down the path
The winding way, that greenish-yellow place
I once described in my innocence.
I'm mistaken, languishing
Anticipating some outside force,
Propellant, dependent on
Otherness to accomplish bliss
Folly filling my chance.
I wondered, then, if I would live
Laughing at the speed of one
Planetary body, cynical as Iago.
When I found time could hold me
Luck equals opportunity plus more: effort
Place before me a sheet of paper
I will cover it with echoes
Neither real nor imaginary
Ghosts that haunt my happy place
A stain excreted, evincing existence.
Categories:
excreted, art, creation, introspection, life,
Form: Blank verse
Aching with such soreness, the thought
of touching glass longing to shatter in pieces
but uncertain as to how much force.
Strength of varying degrees to apply
and yet fearful of shattered glass,
brittle grains of sand and levels
of the unknown.
Grey dark clouds heavy laden with drops.
Looking to burst but just waters in motion,
waiting, titillating in jest almost laughing down.
Provoking a longing to reach up, to burst that bubble
to feel the coolness and freshness of relief.
Yet so far above, cannot reach
miles of the unknown.
A grain of sand between bones
grinding when dryness has set in.
So very painful like gallstones
excreted thru the wrong passage
no relief even death unquestioned,
a vital option to touch the unknown.
Categories:
excreted, depression, emotions, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Biff Gets His Fill
By Elton Camp
Sue, Biff’s wife, simply loved her dog
Though he was filthy as a rooting hog
To keep Fido outside she didn’t try
The house became as dirty as a sty
He took a nap on the best chair,
However, Mrs. Sue really didn’t care
Then he began to craw into their bed
And try to sleep atop Biff’s head
The outside, good Fido didn’t use
Excreted wherever he did choose
All through the house was found
Stinking piles of something brown
The bottoms of the drapes were yellow
Because of the presence of that fellow
Because Fido and Sue were so crude,
Biff found hair on his clothes and food
Reasoning with his wife did no good
So Biff finally did what he should
He gave Fido a hard kick on his rear
And sternly shouted, “Get out of here!”
He said, “Sue, if you don’t like what I do,
You are welcome to get out of here too.”
Categories:
excreted, dog,
Form: Rhyme
Excreted from the void and lost,
At last his consciousness clocked in,
While at a window licked with frost,
Which coyly seemed to beckon him.
The wagging of the front door bell’s
Accusatory silver tongue
Could not reverse the potent spell
Of splendors he’d been dropped among.
The faint pastels of rainbows and
the flattened hues of flowers
were no rivals to this fairyland’s
kaleidoscopic powers.
Red ropes of licorice dangled down,
impending like stalactites.
Swirled lollys looked like grinning clowns.
The bins poured out prismatic lights.
Clenching quarters in his mittens,
He walked between his private giants,
Impressed they knew a world so hidden,
Affirming thus his shrewd alliance.
Filling his hands to overflowing,
he grandly at the front unfurled
his swag. The bell salutes his going,
a king into a smiling world.
Categories:
excreted, child, childhood, happiness, son,
Form: Rhyme
Crunch munch crunch,
chewing fast,
swallowing pride.
Well digested.
Through my pores
humbleness excreted.
Categories:
excreted, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
fire engine scarlet red
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me
from beyond my walking concrete grave
to let me know, that my time is
finely being bleed to the color of
broken swollen face Cordovan red
with a nod, the oldest
of the human fire fighting apparatuses
give me a sinful smile, while he drives The jungle Junction
to let me know all the wale (a plank around the outside of a ship)
heaven can watch me as they push me to jump
and that not, a soul will catch me, when i fall
I am theirs to control
mine, mind is not my own
and not a person can i ask for help
for they are organized
all the way up, to the political
rusted system, of no investigation
of your just Rosewood dead...
and your malted color lips wear
the evoked yellow color
and smell excreted Urine
reddish brown puppet...
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(did not fix-keep as is, 5-5-2017)
Categories:
excreted, death, education, fire, funeral,
Form: I do not know?
Eruptions echo endlessly.
Spewing forth vile thunder.
Electricity excreted from the bowels of the world.
Pandemonium prevails in the distant lands.
Seismic semblances silently shatter safety.
Doom, Death, Destruction.
The electric volcanoes herald the end of Lotus.
*Not written by me*
*Written by a poet known as "The Black Moon Beckons Destruction" look out for more of his
poems in the "Destruction of Lotus" series.
Categories:
excreted, fantasy
Form: Free verse
Making secreted dreams
that beat the sound of excreted water
flowing with each enriched elimination
the kidneys are in movement
the physical process is in timing
moving the waste
and expelling
the urination from the necked Urethra
aka:lyricvixen ha-ha!
Categories:
excreted, funny, health, history, science,
Form: I do not know?
Cotton, blood and nerves
Summed up, that's about the extent
No eternal flames flicker six feet above
clouds still shiftless
those beams that carry angles didn’t even shine down
No purpose or place
just a common face
See
there I go trying to impress with clever subtlety
a choice of uncanny words you may bring up on cold nights alone
I’ll be the ghost in the game
spelling out obscenities on a ouji board
The poltergeist has spoken
it excreted nonsense with a pen filled to the top with invisible ink
cheap bastard can’t even afford to write in blood
Zero accolades at this juncture
No love for the dead guy anymore
just rubber bracelets, salt and water
No love for the dead guy at all
a makeshift cross placed lopsided against a median
No love for the dead guy
he made damn sure that it turned out this way
Remember to forget me
it’s the only certainty of my memory at all
it’s all I have when the dirt gets shoveled over this dead guy
the only way to comfort my fall
Categories:
excreted, artlove,
Form: Free verse
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