God gifts
Plumb lips
Peach hips
Heart lifts
Brain trips
Rain drips
Pain grips
Cure sips
Wind rips
Sin dips
Friend flips
Love tips
Smell whiff
Fail cliff
It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like on top of the water
someone needs to clean all this waste up
including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't
the bathroom i want to use!
Happy to be alive how about you
I'm long past my youth by double-d-do
Hope you're well
You still don't smell
People at the opera fart lumps do you?
Paint me with your purple passion
Give me a red reasons to ration
My soul food hot and old fashioned
Melting like butter won’t be lasting
In my heart love isn’t lacking
Let lips spark body thrashing
True love is art no one acting
Sending to stars like ship casting
Despite dark emotions blasting
Somber days replaced so happy
Peach pray to be lavender laughing
Seen and esteemed Nubian nappy
Turquoise times accepted gladly
Mahogany mind fermented madly
Brain farts produce art so sappy
Your love I trust not fasting
A final say,
From my Momma today.
Lest we forget,
What not to do yet.
Letting lose a fart,
That cleans out a room.
Not to be done by anyone!
If it comes upon you,
Momma says, "Just look around,
Pretend someone else has blown out the ground."
I try to abide by those words she said.
But clever as I might be,
Farts always escape me.
Blows out my drawers,
Shakes the knees!
Farts are like words
they burst out like flames
setting the tone
for disaster
Here I sit, the screen is blank
Nothing is coming to mind
I search and search my tiny brain
For a theme of any kind
Nothing doing, my brain is numb
It's happened to me before
When it happens panic takes over
I pace up and down the floor
Wait a minute something's coming
A brain fart is on it's way
I know the feeling all too well
Cataclysmic, I'd have to say
I frantically type as verses flow
Don't stop me I'm in the zone
It's a weird creative frenzy I'm in
My brain is functioning on my own
As words begin to fill the screen
Can't believe what my eyes do see
A poem appears just like bloody magic
And it's signed by little old me
Now tell me how this happens I beg
This brain fart phenomenon
Wish I could really get control of it
It's appears and then it's gone!
Farts ringing like bells of July
They're as noisy as the crows that fly
They like to see dirt on other's faces
Like they are as perfect as kings and aces
But none among them really took the guts
To risk their limbs and their butts
Diverticula pits up her colon
Can’t eat much or intestines get swollen
Ma's farts are so stinky
She swears with her pinky
Ain’t gonna stop her from goin’ bowl’n
Ma, gran, and Fran’s bowling tournament
I sat far knowing their predicament
Fran’s blasts were the loudest
Best bowler and proudest
It’s never again and that’s permanent
A scientist once said it's flat
and I again agreed
He said the Earth is very flat
and lay upon his tweed
A flatter man he was not
A testimony pleased
As all his back was laying flat
and logic cleared the weeds
So we could go into a future
where people proved him wrong
Until the day the next man said
The Universe is long
Now we all know that long is key
for what they now call flat
And as before and once for more
they'll sell us all on that
So ask yourselves what they should mean
when all our thoughts our flat
And even gas from all these men
is flatulence at that
Feelings are like farts, let them go and you'll feel better.
Funny and or gross topic but whatever.
Tell me that I am lying and that you don't feel lighter.
And if not, then maybe I made you laugh & made your day a little brighter.
I had a good friend who was a Kim
She was really such a bright gem
She taught me that fun
Meant secret farts, no pun
Smelly, though we were young and quite trim
May The Gas Be With You Farts Part 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
September 29, 2021
Did you know lemon sharks love lemon tarts
Swim a million miles for a mouthful for starts
Then “dive” in and munch
On this yummy quick lunch
Tarts are their favs, but expel big fish farts
LAUGHS AND FARTS
I laugh at Jan's bawdy poems with farts - and her use of body parts
01/10/2021
Contest: Tease A friend
Sponsor:Bobby May
Farts are funny, they make us smile
Don't smell like roses, but some have style
Some squeak and hiss
Some smack like a kiss
Though kisses are sweeter and much more worthwhile
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