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My toilet bowl Muse, how splendid thou art!
Unlike the Bard, who had no time to poop,
I pen rhymes, metaphors, and rhythms that fart.
His sonnets, the best ever, did not droop
in force or beauty. Rather, they endure
for ever, and live alongside his plays.
My sonnets, albeit, like inspired manure,
excrete in the most personal, human ways.
But, as with Shakespeare, Pope, or Lord Byron,
divine afflatus, like their excrement,
smells like scent—but my droppings of bronze and iron,
like cow dung, are solid and more feculent.
O, toilet bowl Muse! Thou art my Tenth Muse:
when you breathe on me my bowels still won't refuse.
In an abyss of mar;
I was sunk.
My thoughts swimming;
in a pool of masquerade shame.
A dagger in my head;
All I could see was an evening of score.
With a flip of a hand;
Like an angered red dragon.
I breathed fire and redemption;
In the midst of rage and terror.
I had blood on my hands;
All I could hear was a cry from the soil.
In a faction of a second;
My heart had raced.
Thoughts crumbled with confusion.
A wanderer in the desert of oz.
My legs felt like shattered glass.
And all I could think was vengeance.
He had tainted her hands;
Abused them in pain.
She had screamed inside.
A caged animal in a circus.
Unfamiliar territory scared her.
And all I could excrete were tears dry.
With a bow he had decorated her.
A misdeed he did.
It was physical for him,
Emotional damage for her.
Humanity lost inside a cave of bats and bears.
And all I could hear were screams.
Murder she wrote; the opposite.
Beauty like a bunch of roses; yes.
Heart like a garden of roses; yes.
A cactus environment she delved;
With eyes wide shut.
All I could hear were whispers.
With pique like that of a tiger.
I bore teeth, muscle and archery.
Blinded by a trim cloth of red.
A knight’s tale it foretold.
He had hurt my offspring.
All I could see was night.
Emotionally; I covered him with guilt.
Overt, I smeared him with shame.
Physically I scathed him; barbarian.
A man’s title he does not deserve.
Physically I had marked him for the world to see.
And all I could still see was darkness.
He had hurt my offspring.
All I could see was red.
Framed blemish.
Heavy as a tumor.
Solid as surrender.
Dig into epidermis.
Uproot the moment.
Unclean kernel.
Hard, cold reflection.
Show me pretty.
Clogged pores.
Yellow teeth.
Rheumy eyes.
Ugly is as ugly does.
Smile at the mirror.
Try to forget.
This is you.
Forever unlovely.
Look at what you did.
Children are so cruel.
Rose scented perfume.
Disguise the stench.
Excrete from every orifice.
Sweat soaked lace.
Urine stained ribbons.
Paint and purify the meat.
Shave the head.
Smear on foundation.
Sever the lips.
Dust with powder.
Extract the teeth.
Cauterize with lipstick.
Amputate the feet.
Brush on eye shadow.
Saw through hip joints.
Smudge on blush.
Open up the abdomen.
Suture with mascara.
Remade.
Smiling through distortion.
Deny the trauma.
Repair the shell.
Convincingly Beautiful.
Improbably clean.
If I could, I would trade you my eyes
Cause you should see you with the clearness of mine
Things your tainted image couldn’t imagine you’d see
Cause I’m half the man you would be, if you were me
There’s lots of things you’ve yet to understand
But I know you could if you took my hand
Let me have a chance to show you what life can be
Take another chance and consider a life with me
Teach me more about you, I long to look into your eyes
I don’t want to be filled with anxiety or guilt
just embrace your beauty and let my heart wilt
Palpate your hand on my chest as you drift off to my heartbeat
In that moment I had no emotion to excrete
I wish I could re-live that year on repeat
Even just to experience us as a whole, complete
My soul would reach no further solace
Nothing in my world more flawless
You’re still the love of my life
Your love the supersede to my strife
Toilets are uniquely designed for one purpose only,
And as we know them, they are dispellers of waste.
Our human waste is a byproduct of consumed food.
The body extracts useful nutrients and expels the rest.
We excrete the waste into toilets that deliver to sewages.
Such tools as toilets would have no useful function in heaven.
God never intended for us to be informed about every heavenly matter.
So far, I have not read any scholarly dissertation about heaven's waste.
Of course, my reading has its limitations, but basically, by God's own choice,
heaven houses things celestial, and earth is equipped for things terrestrial.
I cannot imagine toilets nor waste products in the present nor new heaven .
There will be a new heaven and a new earth-emphasis on the word 'new'.
For one, we will have, not mortal, but immortal bodies in heaven. Some
might infer that our bodies will be like Jesus' resurrected body, but we must
keep in mind that although it was raised a different body, he still was able
to consume earthly food at breakfast with his disciples. Therefore, still
an earthbound human, Jesus had components required for earthly existence,
even if for only 40 days.
I suspect, and I can easily imagine, that the foods we consume in heaven
will be foods having all nutrients, fully consumed and processed, with no waste products. In other words, whatever our immortal bodies require from the heavenly foods, energy for example, our bodies will fully absorb, leaving nothing wasted. By the way, I find the entire question very interesting and fascinating. I commend the contest sponsor.
100621PSCtest, The Throne In Heaven, Jack Webster
ACADEMIC YEAR
Another year has come!
It’s the year
buckle your shoes,
to sharpen down your pencil
make ready
your eraser to neatly
clean every past mistake
of your stakes
So as to bring out
your beautiful crayons
to wipe out
the ugly painting
on the canvas
and repaint.
the mistakes
of the stakes in the past
is but an eye opener
to the waste of today
and future.
Another year has come!
Another year has come
get rid
of every dirty slate of slumbers
eat up every lateness to greatness
excrete the attitude of punctuality
wear a vest of cheerful appearance
holding your baton
of the race with a grip
to pass it on
with good moral values
to the next generation.
The two stared at one another
both knew something that the other
didn’t; that was the game; the rules
by which they play, and played, the fools.
The putrid stench beneath their feet,
that those who went before excrete,
impregnates their skin to slow taint
their rotting ankles, in restraint;
for there is no escape, save one;
one word divides those lost or won.
They chose to play this game, these two,
paid their dues, later joined the queue.
The fun soon turned to anger, hate
vile intercourse, spitting raw debate
the scratching of old wounds, new scars
what's old, what's new, what's mine, what's ours!
Blood slowly seeps from bites by rat
lapped greedily by purring cat,
two squawking rooks, and buzzing flies
that crawl around their staring eyes
hatched from their own fetid waste;
two lovers, gamers, now debased
They thought they'd easy win this game;
but neither ever named the name.
And so the two they sit and stare
at their flaking skin, falling hair
disintegration of each face
ever locked in death's embrace.
He watches with an evil smirk;
this couple in their deathly cirque;
both rotting from without, within;
both guilty of a deadly sin!
Discern choice anew
Curb contagious flair;
Bear home isolation
~~~~~~~~~
Deadly disease strain
Global pandemic;
Lockdowns, lockout
~~~~~~~~~
Chaotic uncertainty
Disruptions everywhere;
Normalcy devastated
~~~~~~~~~
Fear strangles
Panic erupts;
Empty shop shelves
~~~~~~~~~
Coronavirus outbreak
Pneumonia strangles;
A deadly frontier
~~~~~~~~~
Social distancing
Sea of surgical masks;
Fear hounds panic
~~~~~~~~~
Bad news anchors
Tragedy gains currency;
Death and suffering
~~~~~~~~~
Dire consequences
Desperate circumstances;
Coronavirus apathy!
~~~~~~~~~
Be humble yet
Pray for wise help;
Let faith prevail
~~~~~~~~~
Careless humanity
Viral terror strikes;
Push panic button
~~~~~~~~~
Luna light lingers
Days excrete toll;
Decipher decay
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
30 March 2020
Singapore
A man sitting on a toilet seat giving strength to his belly,
though resting his chin on his hand imitating the thinker
who is sitting in front of the gate of hell with deep thoughts,
naked on the bottom-half because he couldn't get completely naked
like the thinker, excretes waste from his body.
Although the waste excreted from his body can be flushed out
it may alleviate him for a while, the belly still is a bit uneasy
from the accumulated evil thoughts he kept in his body for years,
won't be able to flush out.
That's why the toilet seat starts to crack,
and because overly abusing the lower body
the pain creeps up from the bottom of the pit,
and that would be the entrance to the little hell.
If you see it from another angle, you can say that
the water from the toilet is the water of Lethe, which
will merge into Elysium, and therefore it may be Utopia;
then why squat down on the toilet seat troubled.
It's rather interesting to watch life,
since he is unable to filter the root of the larger hell
that is lurking somewhere in his body, though,
he fell into own dodge, condemning the lower belly,
unable to leave the toilet.
You are a weary wanderer going after a soul that drifted away;
you are a befogged soul facing hell but turning away from it,
and anchored the weight of your mind to the hell that is
on the other side of the world, sniffing a nauseous smell of sulfur
bubbling up from the bottom of the deep sea.
You are a wounded charger dashing aimlessly through the midst
of the smoke of battle and the rain of bullets, therefore, though
you have a mane you are unable to rise or call the wind, yet carrying
a self-conceited pedant who favors the use of unfamiliar words and
invents odd phrases to show-off on your back.
Why don't you, instead of pacing in hell,
swallow a handful of powder to help loosen the bowels excrete
the layer after layers of evil thoughts and the heaps of wastes
accumulated in the body for decades.
Never-mind… caught up in the web of lies…ebbed forever it seems…fill’d with broken dreams…breaking by the seams…I beam – alas, you gave in to narcissism…in a trance of black and white masonic floors…you shut both doors…scorching to the core!!!
Angree all of the sudden
Rinse away the rage…for, we are on a different page…
Corruption and assumptions are consumed
I am isolated and all alone
Sick of it all – whatever happens happens
Sometimes, I feel like giving in to the give up mentality…forced-fed fatality…fury fangs of corpses and carrions excrete shame…
I am acting by impulse…agitated because of past abuse…cut loose the noose…kill me alive!!! Bury me why don’t you and I will survive!!
Shards of me, myself and I are pieced together…you are the wandering butterfly with shattered wings of pale blue light…tonight, I dine on fleshly lusts and tomorrow, I am masked with His Holy Spirit…entwined with the devil in me…angel wings fly in the fire of my desire
Tormented daily…defeated, yet gaily living life to the fullest best I can
Irritated…feeling like going cray-cray…I’m insane with this poet’s brain…refrain from driving me insane with your suicidal rain
Cussed out…silenced by the waters of woe…
Y do u hurt me?
Orange peels collapse unto Pluto’s pleasure-whelmed gravity
U please me, u c?