Anxious as my thoughts paint out a canvas,
Tenuous strokes with each choke,
As I look at my hands, they soak,
Covered in blisters of oak,
As I wept through the saunter,
With no words their daughter says,
No peak at the herds,
Hoarsed around in their glammy gala,
Oh this fiesta, I could've taken a siesta,
Envied with this gluttonous rake over my bulging eyes,
Oh I'm shaken by this phrase,
Starved moons left to rot for this,
I cower with no fight to arise,
I begin to tremble with no cries,
Shots fired but it's only light,
I am in frame for only tonight.
They're coming by the thousands,
here to suck your blood,
here to take a bite,
in a gluttonous biblical flood.
Hold firm and squirm,
don't be late,
or wait,
hold the gates,
then accept your fate.
To a human system a parasite is identical to itself:
Causing infection and illness.
However, this is not the fault of the system,
Rather fully instigated by the trespasser
Content on deceiving the hand of its provider.
Unlike the system,
A parasite is most gluttonous and lazing,
And evolution raised it as such.
Is the parasite to blame,
Or rather to be understood as a simple manifestation of its creation?
It’s true my timing is always off.
I clutch onto my pains and waste my days away
dressing every word with malice and rage.
I’ve chewed off my tongue in an attempt to soften myself.
When I look in the mirror for too long, I see you staring back at me.
are you proud of me?
I have your eyes
your teeth
your ability to stick around unkind men.
All I’ve ever wanted was to be exactly like you.
Now that just feels so redundant and childish.
Every thought feels heavy.
The gluttonous guilt growing inside of me.
Can you understand the worries I’ve placed across my shoulders?
a self-made sacrificial lamb.
Mother, do you think it’s true?
That daughters are bittersweet reminders of what could have been?
a reflection of an alternative ending
Or a fatal exception
An infinite loop doomed to repeat?
One, two, three, angled
Toes, fingers, teeth, mangled
"We WiLl bE fReE tO FiNaLlY sEe!"
The stomach's foot wriggles with glee
Amalgamation is the only way
Our Smith knows and begins to pray
No warning mouthed before the clasp
Gluttonous gloop scoops the foot in a grasp
Triple digits move swiftly and quick
The Stars lucky they are not here to see sick
Lashings, fingerings, scars and rot
Devoured by a trap the other sought
"HoW cOuLd YoU? wE WeRe pRoMiSed fuel...?"
The question dwindles, quiet and cruel
As our Smith digests, then takes a rest
And soon hears, newly, a crackling crest
Further over into the dark
We who have eyes see it stark
A fierce Furnace, the Fire's Cot
Where many Names are burned and forgot.
A night out with cotton candy
can leave children feeling randy,
wearing gluttonous grins.
Colorful contortionist will twist
that is an act not to be missed,
just watch how his leg spins.
The saddest clowns tossing a ball
await a harsh howl to befall,
happiness in surplus.
Regal headmaster center ring
making a little noise chanting,
a classical circus.
An acrobat walking a wire
perfect balance built to inspire,
delicately seems hooked.
With the score a willing backdrop
for the stars under the big top,
oh how easy it looked.
Poem written on 10th November, 2025
for "The Earth's Oceans Poetry Contest"
by Constance La France.
"The sea sheaths her gluttonous grip in a calm candour."
quote by the author.
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From the Greek myth of the Titan Atlas, your name,
In saltiness, no sea can quite compare.
Your mighty footprints press upon many nations —
Only the Pacific reaches more shores and coasts.
You bore the deceit that chained Africans —
Changed the hues of faces in the Americas.
You ferried millions into dark living shackles —
A graveyard for rebellious ones.
Upon your blue-green belly wars were won and lost;
You echoed the Cuban missile crisis.
You swallowed the Titanic mid its pleasure trip,
Still hold Gustloff's nine thousand bones.
You foster commerce and the flow of trade,
Yielding black gold with tireless ease.
You guard rich treasures for mankind,
Yet hide your deepest secrets in your vastest depths.
Is it true that with earthquake you sank Atlantis?
Do you have a triangle that vanish vessels?
Have you assigned a coast to the Sargasso Sea?
All these rumours your silence spreads both far and near.
O soil of Gaza, within your belly lie the souls of our children,
Their flesh you consumed without a conscience,
Their blood runs deep into your hidden streams,
Yet you boast of swallowing their tender bones.
You paved a path for their deformed limbs,
Without pity, you grant their innocence a bed.
We weep, yet you pretend our tears are sweat,
While you take joy in burying our children.
The bombs they hurl on your blossoms explode,
Cutting lives short, dismissing our children's future.
You turn their gun-shattered bodies into your fertility,
But of what use, when their limbs lie withered?
O soil of Gaza, vomit out the souls of these children,
—
in innocence they entered your gluttonous belly.
Their days are better above you than within you,
So why did you allow your greed to take them away?
Snow White's dwarves were very short and sweet
Little knowing that they would end up as a very tasty treat
For the troll who lived lurking under the bridge
And kept the remains of the brothers Gruff inside his fridge
It was over that bridge the little men skipped to their mine
And every other time that had always been fine
As the seven danced over that day with their jolly Hi-ho
His net was thrown over and pulled them all down below
And that was how they wound up as a delicious dessert
Which kept the gluttonous troll so happy and pert.
Poor Snow White is now left so miserable and alone
And still wonders today why they have not answered her phone
A basket full of apples,
an assortment of flavor.
Wide plethora to pick from,
maybe that is the problem.
This is far too much to ask,
a basket full of apples.
By nature not gluttonous,
decisions hard decisions.
Tart, candied, a bit of both.
Which bite will truly fill me?
A basket full of apples,
I only want to eat one.
Scent rolling off of the peel,
the spicy feel of autumn.
Cinnamon hot is my sweet,
a basket full of apples.
The adventurous long for a journey
to the edge of knowledge and beyond;
You cannot quell the fire in the
desire for an education withheld;
As technology explodes unfolding,
a wave of information rushes by;
It sits patient for a hungry grasping;
The intrigued and the doubt-ridden
possess the same breed of tenacity;
When you have tools to play with
it’s not difficult to stay resilient;
The gluttonous nature of curiosity
is no longer stifled by living analog.
Green grasshoppers glide gracefully over the ground,
Their glossy gossamer wings glitter all around,
Their glassy feathers generate grandiose sound,
Like glorious gladiators, some golden gowned
gorgeous grigs gallop in their gluttonous manner,
Other garish brown ones glow like grimy scanner
as they hover in swarms like a greasy banner,
Best, stay away from grasshoppers - that's the plan, er!!!
Diamonds engulfed
gluttonous hands, as doleful eyes
wept tears of sand
The road to hell is
full of hate
jealousy & envy
among other things
Many are consumed by
its rings & the pathways
meant to eat
them alive
The world is
a gluttonous place
that thrives on
consumers willing
to sell themselves
to buy
Greedy & full of pride
they search for
things to devour
until they've reached
their final hour
In the end all are angry
with themselves
for wasting time
that could've been
better spent
Some repent but
others don't feel the
need & choose to drink
away the pain instead
They dread looking within
as the sin
mirrored back
is too clear for the
vain
Too hard is the rain
that falls from
a sky that
inches closer to
the ground
with every passing
day
We're living in costly
times where
being alive means
there's hell to pay
minus the nickels
& dimes
Change is inevitable
but only time
will tell if
we've clearly read
the signs
Your love is a cake
Chocolate with whipped icing
Gluttonous-I am
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