Lap up those fallen to the floor food crumbs,
you greedy dog
You love to set the table for three,
knowing there will be just one guest — you only
Home alone ... you filthy animal
Gluttonously do you gorge,
food falling from your mouth onto the floor
And after the last burped bite,
you love to get on all four
Lapping that greedy dog tongue,
getting those fallen crumbs
Yum-yum
Now drunkenly sitting again at the feast table,
with your sleepy head laying in vomit
You snore and dream of Scooby-Doo snacks,
hoping to gobble up all that falls your way
A greedy dog you are, who never get enough
All-you-can-eat is your favorite meal buffet
Then after the last belched bite,
you love to get on all four
And lap that greedy dog tongue,
eating every fallen crumb off the dirty floor
Categories:
gluttonously, dog, metaphor, spiritual, wisdom,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Another trash bin filled with food
Reminding me of Society's strange paradox
Of how we gluttonously consume
And yet waste so much.
Ripping morcles from famished mouthes
Only to discover they are past sell-by date
And consign them to their grave.
Fruit that's misshapen, has a bruise or is oddly colored.
More food in the dumpster,
Than in over 900 million rumbling bellies.
How is it possible,
That we can be so round,
When others scrounge for crumbs?
Count your blessings
And give to those less fortunate.
Categories:
gluttonously, food,
Form: Free verse
* (Saturn is esoterically associated with the twelfth month of December)
… when you are away
and I need you,
I look into the depths of the nearest flower,
even if it’s a dandelion, then
lie down beside it like a lamb,
a reborn lion satiated – and subdued
by your perfume, reveling in sweat of the conquest…
* * *
… our journey is swaying
through foreign moments, yet
familiar and near and darkly
shimmering,
perhaps burnished
by nector crushed from ebony pearls,
olive juice splashing
our astonished ogling of the nascent moon,
swaying under its hidden riddle and
tumbling into our abyss
of its soft-smoldering glow – simmering
rhythm of pearl-ebony…
* * *
… cities, those faceless monoliths, are cancers,
love an acid-sweet erosion stripping
bare the maze of our sinews
sobbing with resplendent excruciation, racked
across the bosom of pavement, concrete, glass and steel,
the blackened gems of our streets
fleeing ecstatic through our marrow
to blazing ghettos of the noon-high sun
gluttonously
hungry to be warmed – and
quenched, endlessly fed…
Categories:
gluttonously, love
Form: Free verse
Robust Vulpine is cruising vigorously
To denude a life and continue slavery
Proudly displaying his name of foul entity
Afraid not of his blasphemy
From time to time he is very gluttonously
Sweet foods for the sinners were eaten constantly
Voices from nowhere were weeping frantically
Yet he managed to laugh at much monstrously
"Help" was the shout of voices anonymously
For a number of sheep were killed unpitily
Taken off their hearts and skin so mercilessly
And wear the sheep's jacket for another journey
Villains will succeed in anyway now badly
That never get jaded in any play madly
Abused the creator's being imprudently
For the way that he acted, to God he was angry
Whatever crop he sow, he will reap exactly
Worm-wood will come to his presence so much timely
So inevitable hundred times painfully
That he'll remember the pains tearfully
Categories:
gluttonously, time,
Form: I do not know?
Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.
I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.
The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face,
while a solitary spider
dangles from a single silken strand.
.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.
Categories:
gluttonously, happiness, life, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse