chocolate filled heart
pink roses a special treat....
toothless, gumming eats
Categories:
gumming, holiday,
Form: Senryu
A hundred years from now
or in the next moment
I will be dead, gone and back.
Not this 'I' with its sticky ego
gumming up the works;
forever tinkering, jury-rigging
a mental machinery
that was always poorly designed.
Most likely, baby me, is already out
of the chimeric soup,
he or she probably
made of spare parts also.
Are we are all variants
created in a biological laboratory
purposely put together flawed,
'try outs' tested
to see what works best?
Constant experimentation is important.
Reincarnation but an instant
then we are out the door once more
clanking around
Categories:
gumming, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A hundred years from now
or in the next moment
I will be dead, gone and back.
Not this 'I' with its sticky ego
gumming up the works;
forever tinkering, jury-rigging
a mental machinery
that was always poorly designed.
Most likely, baby me, is already out
of the chimeric soup,
he or she probably
made of spare parts also.
Are we are all variants
created in a biological laboratory
purposely put together flawed,
'try outs' tested
to see what works best?
Constant experimentation is important.
Reincarnation but an instant
then we are out the door once more
clanking around
trying to look normal
but we won't know 'normal'
until we find it.
Categories:
gumming, poetry,
Form: Free verse
What's something
really gross
you've seen lately?
For me,
it was a toothless old lady
on a bus stop bench,
gumming Cheetos she first
softened up
in a paper cup of water,
her mouth and chin
bright orange.
Categories:
gumming, color, food, horror, humorous,
Form: Free verse
The Wheelydoodler fickledabbler nuddogger irritated me beyond belief!
But he did not thunderbait me as badly as he thunderbaited Poosnortaflasher.
Poosnortaflasher told me had never felt so nuddogger irritated in her life.
What did that wheelydoodler fickledabbler nuddogger do? She asked me.
I was gaslumitertoot in my sly, overhanded way of telling her the truth.
She asked for it, right? Her family comes from a humperwadlebut line.
That wheelydoodler fickledabbler nuddogger went on spidalswatch without me.
No kidding! She was gumsmacked, bamboozled. Humperwadlebut was oozing.
Step over to my kitchen for some warm brittlesnitch right out of the oven.
You are certainly a screenscraper! She said, you know how to get to my igglenoggin.
So her Humperwadlebut self and my gumsmacked bamboozled self sat.
Ate the entire brittlesnitch while gumming about that fickledabbler nuddogger.
Categories:
gumming, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Ketchup, catch-up
...running running
Shore-up, syrup
Gumming, humming
Sticky Ricky
3/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
gumming, 3rd grade, anxiety, food,
Form: Footle
Habits are difficult to break…
and when lethal it is as if trying
to scale a fence with barbs at the top.
Smoking, drug addiction,
bad relationships
attach to one’s spirit like flypaper
or gooey-spider-webs, entrapping
the soul, gumming-up divine essence
making it difficult for God to be heard
above the interference, and for us
to discern the clear, clean direction
of Mother Nature.
We are not only what we are born with,
but also what we see, open our ears to
and what we ingest--
Stop being manipulated! Turn off
conditioning echoes--the TVs,
radios and computer magnets
that are playing havoc with our moral
compasses, both physical and mental--
Don’t let commercialism be the
death of Free-thinking in Humanity!
Categories:
gumming, addiction, business, people, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Never dine with zombies
They’ll only eat your brains.
And don’t take them to Ambercrombie’s
Because there they’ll do the same.
Eating brain’s is what they do,
And for brains they’re on the hunt.
Don’t invite them out for Chinese food,
Because brains are all they want.
Zombie’s have a one track mind,
They don’t care who won the game.
And if you ask them I think you’ll find,
That they will explain this just the same.
Conversations have their limits,
When “Must eat brains,” is all they say.
I hate to call them dim wits,
But they are, to my dismay.
That’s why I find it so confusing,
That zombies are invited out so often.
So I think that it’s quite amusing
When their host ends up in a coffin.
He should have seen it coming,
He should have worn a hat.
So before it’s brains you’re gumming,
Please try to remember that.
Because once a zombie eats you brain,
You become a zombie too.
Then your conversation will be inane,
And I won’t talk to you.
by Tony Lane
For the Creatures of the Night contest
Categories:
gumming, funny,
Form: Light Verse
My wife and her brothers gave me five grand to bet on a horse.
My brothers-in-law kicked my ass and my wife got a divorce.
They chose the horse because it was 50 to 1 odds.
They beat me so hard that I almost met God.
I accidentally put the money on the wrong horse when I placed the bet.
As I count my bruises and missing teeth, it's something that I regret.
If you meet my ex-wife or her brothers, please don't put them a bet on a horse.
If you screw up like I did, you'll be gumming your food while you feel remorse.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)
Categories:
gumming, funnywife, horse, me,
Form: Rhyme
I hear it,
Like the many lights flashing
just to keep me going.
Contrary to the damp twisted sheets
as my anchor to
the warm drip.
On my invisible brow
I have been spat
And I am not counting
Now,
Theres always an echo of an army
poised in the dark
between finishing and pointlessness
Sometimes gumming Orchid petals and clicking wooden heels
over and over.
For the first time today I remembered there was something outside
of me.
I heard a resonating moan.
Nothing like air nor flesh
but many strong puzzle pieces
spinnging and catching
to simply and suprisingly
keep going
forward.
Categories:
gumming, confusion, hope, introspection, life,
Form: I do not know?