Long Bulged Poems

Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse,...

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Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gunning corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris...

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His words stung me, as the cries from the maelstrom seem to retort
Their scattered, foreign words and wails retching their say
I listened, almost mesmerized,
Pulverized

“Come,” Said he,
With threatening authority

Upwards, higher than the balcony from which we...

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There must have been several of these incidents
Occurring in towns and cities all over the country
From month to month and from year to year
But to experience one at such a close range
Was enough to cause...

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“Yes, well, we will determine that at another time,” was the Lead Councilman's response, “Now we must decide on DynDoeth's charges.”
Cutting him off Rian said, 
     “I vote to have DynDoeth...

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The frog king, enthroned on his stump in the swamp,
Throatily cheered the processional romp.

The dragonflies darted and buzzed overhead,
And kept at safe distance the pink tongue of dread.

A midge lay sobbing right there at his...

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True "FAKE" Story Of A Vita Man Junky
(any resemblance between this poem,
and living persons...iz purely coincidental.)

Ruthlessly abuzz in my mind
     loosed another idea
     for a poem asper
(wren)...

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I'm named Delysia (sic) Patricia. This poem was 
inspired by Chris De Burgh's "Stripper" song.  
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABwDWwYX0Q4.

A buxom beaut
ill of repute
amply endowed with bits to spare
undoubtedly cute
without dispute
had a penchant her wares to lay bare
...

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I must confess that I once dreamt
Of a knight of noble honor
He existed in the first specs of my memory
Which grows weaker as my mind grows ever-expanding chasms.
He was there that day, in the field
When...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering...

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Thus upon a strategic seat we hoped for,
or politely sought from manager of the house
ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity,
where impossibility to stave gaming hunger,
though neither myself nor honorable guest grouse.

Now decision...

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The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
     built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
conditions for the inmates were inhumane and appalling,
       ...

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The flood waters had drawn back
Land made its debut
The past gone and over
With nothing but hope in view

Hard work and labor ahead
Building and creating...what
Grown minds can't forget experience
No matter how one sought

...to begin again

After a...

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In the desert waste Chester Miller looked out,
saw the rest of the gang riding back slow,
fresh from the bank job in Copperstone Creek,
a place that Chester could dare not go.

He’d spent his teen years in...

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(Please read part 1 first or this will make no sense)

	To the scientist’s dismay, pressing the cancel button was ineffective.  The plunge into his past continued inexorably.  It, however, was not without its...

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When she opened,
her pollen seeped out and dripped down her stem.
Her petals were stained and warped,
her color uneven
and even her thorns were turned inwards.
But she was dying,
from the moment she opened she was dying.
She died...

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The building is imposing, massive and fearful,
built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals;
the conditions were inhumane and appalling,
on top floor was death row with only one way out.

It closed in 1972 and...

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whilst perusing the gallery o’ conditioners of
air,
a hand comes flying up toward him,
insistently shaking & uttering the man’s name
as if he is supposed to remember---
“john doe here, how are you?” remarks the man,
a salesman with...

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A fist clenched, face muscles flexed on pinched cheeks, huge sinews appeared on his neck,
The veins in his arms were like twisted lengths of blue rope and his eyes bulged in his anger,
His brother lay...

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I had pondered over complaining about my life yet again
Filling up this pages with idle talk
Sharing past and present experiences
Politicizing my perception of reality
Writing about friends i had failed...
Relationships i had lost
And opportunities i had...

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My abiding memory of 2015 is of events that are so sad
With my father’s death, it’s the worst year I’ve ever had

It has been the most challenging year for me
But with amazing support I remain...

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Assassin


A hooded figure watches over the sleeping.
Peacefully, suddenly colder, soon to be weeping;
A body of a thousand slumbers.
Tonight will be its final number,
For without sound or any sign of remorse,
Death has come, and in due...

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POVERTY IN AFRICA
Nzongi N.Mwero
Large population live in slums,
Youth unemployment looms,
Illiteracy looms,
Poor health standards zooms,
In Africa poverty has rooms

A protein starvation diseases on the rise,
Due to a harsh natural environmental and subsistence level,
And semi skilled farming...

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7/3/2018
A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. 

She sat cross legged on a chunk of hard Earth overlooking a circular abyss of...

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Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
     (less concerned about being fair versus
     abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
     unforgivable oversight most holy "M" &...

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