Long Chomp Poems
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Ever try eating a Soft Taco Supreme
And not appear like a glutton
With stuff squirting out all over yourself
Down to your old bellybutton
It's all about this amazing experience
Wouldn't be as enjoyable without it
So forget about all those damn cleaning bills
They're part of the joyous trip
As you chomp away with gay abandon
The messier the better, for sure
Without the mess, you ain't no aficionado
Just someone trying to act mature
Acting prim and proper when eating a taco
Has never been part of the scene
So dig right in, the messier the better
Be a proud taco eating machine
Don't laugh - it works:
Wash down 4-5-6
Triple-Strength ephedrine tabs
Follow with a Jolt cola
Chomp down a goodsized chocolate bar
Then chase away its cloying sweetness
With a 4-day old 20 oz. 7-11 coffee,
BLACK.
Later, while speeding down an empty highway
Private demons dancing in your head
Chasing thoughts around
Like the wind chasing dead shards of summer
Through a silver sea of winter clouds,
Radio chattering like a mental patient -
Embellish the chaos
With unbridled daydreams of lurid sex;
Follow with unstructured reflections on one's life unravelling.
Think about anything
Anything to stave off the dark's heavy hand
Pressing the walls as we sleep.
Disremember the last time
Death walked grinning white next to you,
Forget what might be slipping past
Each time you close your eyes.
Written By: D. Collins 6/4/24
Please wake up and open your eyes.
To a man my age abortion doesn't apply.
Confederates outlawed it because they lost the war.
The sons they lost somehow had to be restored.
Young People, are you listening? It's directed at you.
You're right back in it, so it ain't nothing new.
They will chomp at the bit until nothing is left.
Through the "YouTube" phase the whole lot of you slept.
You won't know it until you have lost your vote.
Which is on the agenda of the Supreme Court.
Young People, pay attention, it is in the mix.
Get out and handle your business on November 5th.
funk organism
duck bread quacking
alan rickman beatboxing
dial up modem (beep cshhh whirr)
funk arbitrator
duck pond curator
swamp navigating for a
beefy alligator (chomp)
deploy the boredom override
noise of eight-o-eight motorized
hans grueber mimicks three hundred baud line
heavy accent four-o-fouring up the skies
download duck bread, baked all night
organism fiending for a yeasty delight (funk)
alligator chompsky
interested in anarchy
says grammar is arbitrary
can't find a blank slate
no tabula rasa
a.i. duck synergy
neural synchronicity
quacking down the phone line
music serendipity
chompsky downloads the grammar
duck uploads the drama
universal syntax found
in the quacking sound
transformational generative
funk imperative
deep structure surface level
bitrate deranged like the devil
rickman voice compressed to eight bit
sound deposit sounds like profit
flapping the vibe quacking beauty
a.i. duck just doing its duty
modem screech becomes a symphony
organic digital epiphany
funk organism final form
duck bread warm
modem connects to the swarm
chompsky says grammar’s universal
duck says the funk still needs dispersal
alligator chomps the wires
funk organism never tires
(never tires, never tires)
To the north are the gators
Growling “see you later”
Then going south
Playing French quarters with their mouth
“We love our Hurricanes
And bit coin games
Hitting the table
Making a basket if able
And when done
Feeling brain damage not coherent but having fun”
Still on the coincidental ride
Another side
Dropping Jacksons off paying the bills
Looking to gain something to fulfill
Big school notoriety and the skill
Of predatory nature ending with a successful kill
Having own luggage
Baggage from the state University budget
Wearing Izod promotional school ware
Cheering ‘chomp chomp’ to rivals who dare
Challenge those departing Pat O’Brien’s
CBS/SEC using voodoo spells chants and crying
Remembering leaving LA
Not many tolls asking to be paid
Unless taking the beach line express
Knowing political coffers needing address
Their coffee table books being cooked are a mess
Trip Tik Triple A
Showing another way
Peering eyes might say
“Through the Everglades
And are you going there for grades
Or party before choosing trades”
Weather or not you are still around in four years
Let’s get something straight about weekend nights and drinking beers
It is always the Buccaneers
Behind the Captain’s wheel doing the steering
In the new world where you both should be fearing
While getting sunshine waiting for the next ex spelling hearing
A busy Friday afternoon
Exploding plane, but not an exploding cigar, as days of fun have long since gone.
The Byzantine Empire never left Russia, either that or they were incapable of keeping secrets, and sober leaders
like Putin, appear to be a rarity.
Trump the chomp, has had his mug- shot taken he didn't look pleased, and we agree, it is not the done thing to treat a president this way piling on humiliations like it was confetti, but I think Trump should avoid flying until
We win the election again, the American voters are mad enough to let this happen.
Britain has got the Italian illness, changing prime minsters every so often and scandals are for all to see
A female MP, they try to fire and that ain't easy for the lady is no other than Nadine Dorries, who is very famous if not in the House of Commons, she stays away but get to keep the pay.
A man, a famous talk host, has died, his son tells us his father was suffering from “impostor syndrome, I know I have waited eighty years for the tap on my shoulder and someone telling me to go, return to the slum I came from, I think, a hazard worth paying for a better life like your own bedroom and to sit on a loo no other bums have sat on before.
Lunch this Friday was a long affair, the cafe was full and we waited a long time, I didn't mind, and observed
the Brazilian woman who is ten years older than her husband scolding her eighteen-year-old son, I hoped she didn't speak to her husband in this manner, he might think of his mother, which cannot be good for the sex life.
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i can feel mine mouth
full
puff'd out
throat werk'n
tuh git it
awe
down
mmm
banana pudding
az mine slidez south
hern
torso
(((chomp)))
i mean
smooch
Many maidens have seen me rushing the gates of Paradise's pen,
I stomp and buck at all intruders of shallow flirt and short strident ride,
blue ribbons and sterling mouth bits interest me not,
no ordinary broad is going to braid my tail or crack my hide,
but only for you do I bang soft layered earth, chomp the fruit you convivially carry,
I'm a bona fide rodeo cheer and champion, the big ticket dangle,
they would pay high for the thump and pump of my dash and balls,
you I let service with original flavor, knees that were born to secure my ribs,
I like your saddle, firm oiled and supple, lets grip together off trails of tempered tourism,
love the way your voice tickles my plush fury ears,
I've got four horseshoes girl, ones gotta be lucky, lets leap and laugh,
escape the cattleman's dogs and outrun law & order,
touch and hug in brooks stiring sweet syrup,
have nipples hard like wine cork and thighs taut with tingle,
so get on babe, this Bronco is true to go, we're both gonna flow -
J.A.B.
A Champion must lust for that ancient adrenaline
the primal prize alive in the eyes, trophy of thunder in the pulse,
a Champion's heart welcomes adversity with teeth gleaming sharply,
worships the battlefield with risk righteous in ripped tradition,
doesn't celebrate the strikes that knock the foe into awe
finds glory in striving for the impossible
creates Legend from the unthinkable become visible,
buries the adversary's soul in the winter of forever woe,
the Champion says with disciplined effort and presence pure in practice,
lightning is comin for you, blasting your bones, bashing your boasts
tear you up and down and all around
your dreams nor dare, will not be found,
The Champion must adore the trauma of training,
remembers the humility of a Beginer's trouncing,
must pray with innocent instinct, thank Providence with confident conviction,
makin bravery out of bruises and being headstrong amidst hecklers,
invents technique like a Freeborn freak,
they shame the opposition into reverence with indisputable excellence,
true Champions are unforgettable, architects of shock and hope irrevocable,
indestructable like a titanium pyramid,
To be a Champion is to have a demolishing drive,
they must excel when underestimated
and must dominate when expected to succeed,
the Champion's Faith devours fear and punishes pretenders,
to finish the foe with decisive declaration, " Check Mate! "
a Champion always defies, and never dies,
there is no calculation of defeat for an Angel following a Divine beat -
J.A.B.
She's like bubble gum
I take her out of the wrapper
Put her in my mouth
Chomp down
It taste good at first
There's no denying that
The taste is wonderful
It's sugary and sweet
There's new touches of sweetness that I can savor
I swoosh it around in my mouth
I blow a big bubble
And I then hear her pop
There's no better sound
Than to hear that pop
It's a thrill
Then after awhile
The taste looses it's sweetness
It becomes a chore
I swoosh it around my mouth
It's seems rudimentary
Not complimentary
I blow a big bubble
It doesn't pop
It lost it's flavor
I then take the bubble gum
Look at it for the last time
Toss it out into the wind
And let someone else step on it
It's that easy
There's more bubble gum to unwrap
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
She's still in the wrapper
Freshly minted
Gift wrapped
Waiting to arrive, I bet
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
I'm just having fun,
dreaming
connie pachecho
1/14/17