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Acid Reflux 7:00 Post Meridiem September 24th 2019

Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019

Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding aforementioned will yield.

While deeply asleep
during late afternoon siesta
above name named date/time,
yours truly immediately awoke
with a start, at strong violent

urge to upheap
I made little or no bowed peep,
but sat bolt upright stock still
tear ducts activated eyes
as if ready to weep.

Sadness less pervasive than fright
since reverse peristalsis uncommon
within body electric regarding plight,
which analogous volcanic eruption
albeit bubbling magmatic flow slight

reverse peristalsis found yours truly
on par with fire breathing dragon ar
goo ably momentarily nonplussed -
while dry cough minus gushing lava
gratefully only smoldered before sim

ring upper gastrointestinal tract did
allow, enable, and provide mouths
full of distilled water quench sudden
unquenchable thirst relieved result
ant unpleasant aftertaste (no pun

intended), yet distilling humor helps
me weather, manage, cope... with
unexpected physiological fee nom
mina - shot straight up within digest
heave tract, and did lament this rick

hitty packet of muscle and bone aft
times susceptible to disheartening
woebegone news afflicting this non
Norwegian bachelor farmer, whom
if the missus cooking triggered bout

unleashing bit torrent of unsavory
plate tectonics, perhaps indicative
of continental drift shrunk down to
miniature, where fault in thee stars
must be held in contempt of court

if for no other reason, I just wanted
to incorporate said phrase, tip here
me got some legal lear'n, when truth
Philly admits he seems to know less,
the he learns, which prompts me to

posit emphatically that ignorance iz
equivalent to bliss, thus presenting
quandary how kin this pronouncedly
reasonably intelligent garden variety
*****sapiens unfetter himself with

cumulative knowledge without reek
horse to invasive surgery such as...
prefrontal lobotomy, or te deum down
smarts some unknown cyber surfer(s)
could easily misconstrue as vainness,
smugness, quintessential pomposity?


Premium Member Thoughts

Pulse and impulse
Silence screams;
No one hears

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Rainy charades
Wet window panes;
Blurry outlook

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Heavenly delights
Somnolent siesta;
Slumber grooms well

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Cat on ledge
Surveys territory;
Keen watchfulness

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Midnight noises
Street commotion;
Traffic dispute

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Blur movement
Darkness draws near;
Nightmare horror

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Simple wonder
Curiosity shows;
Bargain hunting

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Bazaar stalls
Wares tempt;
Buying spree

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Joyride here
To nowhere far;
Simple road tour

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Stroll home
Takeaway dinner fest;
Gastric juices ooze

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Poetry at 2:35am
Fragments inch;
Stray thoughts roll

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Leon Enriquez
23 May 2015
Singapore
Form: Haiku

Saint Michaels War Prayer

The sound of heavy jaws munching -
an angelic weeping,
the crack of delicate wing bones.

Earlier, a listless sky trailed shreds of fear
the goodly being dragged into red cave-mouths.

"My angelica are grounded tonight," he thought.
The mechanical grinding of molars continued.
My seraphim and cherubim, all the innocence
Of long forgiven souls are in peril.

A guttural cackling rises from backyards,
from asphalt parks, and vacant lots.
The gloriously burnished, armored archangel
stands among the trash cans, great sword
held brightly aloft.

"When dawn comes creeping
this insane demonic laughter will cease,
the downed souls will rise again,
minus a few fine bones.

The tears of the half-chewed will burn
all those that prey upon them.
The demented evil doers will suffer the hell
of the dawn’s gastric flux; let them choke upon
the toxicity of our holiness."

Premium Member Fast Food, Fast Death

Let’s get some pizzas nice and cheesy

Nothing to cook, life is easy

Another quick fix, just what we need

Fast food, at lightning speed.

Food can fix most of our troubles

Deliveroo, comes to our homely bubble

Stay in and they deliver

Bad for your heart, bad for your liver

A gallon of coke, quench your thirst

Rot your teeth, a trip in a hearse

Your fast-food gut expands and enlarges 

Let’s a buy a fourteen-seat sofa 

For a couple of barges. 

Look in the mirror a gastric disaster

Use some pills as a sticking plaster

Fatigue, couples the weariness of sloth

Cheese up some bread and finish the loaf.

David Cox 24/06/22
© Dave Cox  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Baking Soda

So many irksome dilemmas in life can be cured by simple solutions.
All are not necessarily fixed by the latest technological revolutions.
To remedy the many vicissitudes that rain down upon myself,
I grab that handy box of lowly baking soda reposing upon the shelf!

This simple, innocent looking stuff is good for many uses,
Including easing the pain of little kneesies that easily bruises.
'Tis useful for sweetening reeking walking shoes and garbage cans,
For shining silver and rejuvenating blackened pots and pans!

Even my inscrutable cat begins to purr a mile "purr" minute,
When I freshen his litter box by sprinkling baking soda in it.
If my auto picks up that scourge of the road, the dreaded tar,
Baking soda is just the thing for tidying up the car!

Why should I pay a plumber to unplug the clogged-up drain,
When a dollop of baking soda will the same results obtain?
It can be used as a toothpaste for making choppers look smarter,
Whitening them and controlling that nefarious tartar!

I've found that after my all too frequent sprees of gluttony,
That only a dose of baking soda relieves my gastric agony.
Its use for indigestion docs would discourage or even squelch.
Fiddle Faddle! I find instant relief in one humongous belch!
Form: Rhyme


To Find Starlight Dig In Mud

when he spoke
words broke like glass between his teeth
14 minutes past 8PM 7 weeks after the red river
in his brain ran almost dry
he the acidic and sullen shadow of his youth
turned to me
(one side of his face a landslide of flesh
frozen into freefall 
thus i won't mimic the inarticulate sound of it)


look after your mother


and my ten year old self nodding
wishing i were not there

then she who had married this man to protect her
plus one boychild from a condemning Catholic family
and a rabid priesthood
having thus become a widow at 37
being only 5 feet high in her pumps
also as slim as a whippet 

turned to drink dying quickly of a gastric ulcer
never mind her failing liver
no wonder

i turned out more angular then an open razor
biting every hand that fed body and mind
thinking that same hand would one day turn against me
as it usually did
but i unable to stop my breakneck race to personal destruction

until poetry found me wandering a bitter earth
it entering my soul one turbulent night wailing like
a hungry infant which i fed and carried for years
not knowing i needed it much more than it needed me
and so

we ate broken glass together until

words bled into red flowers floating upon a river
that flowed through my brain

Hypochondrial Illusion

Hypochondrial Delusion

A mind corrupted canker
Of cystic self failure
Even gastric anorexia
And fluttery throb to alight the fear
An adrenaline generated tachycardia
That matches respiration
And causes hyperventilation
With invasive pacy rhythm
And palpitating violation
To anxious infarction
 In schizoid arrest

A hepatic paranoia 
of dermal yellow 
And lily liver assault
That feeds a life non start 
Of malignant low self esteem
A delusional malaise
Of apoplectic panic
And stressful apoplexy 

A localized dorsal twinge
To further worry
Lumbar or thoracic or
Renal calculi or a case of
Bulimic nausea and peptic ulcer
To stoke the festering psyche
Of somatic obsession

Embolic anguish that leads to
A hypertensive strain
With muscular tremor and distorted vision
And a full blown occulogyric crisis
Ensued by catatonia 
Comatosed by 
Psychotic breakdown and
Inactive body systems 
A perusal of the medical book
Confirms the diagnosis of
Life threatening
Hypochondria

Premium Member Four Legged Palettes

Cats are containers of
colorful personality.
A blue cat sits alone
looking at the floor before him.
His mind blank as,
a new sketchbook;
waiting for the artist within to,
paint him into a clown.

Red cats rage against life’s storms
and invaders in their yard.
Birds, squirrels and mice fear 
the wrath of a red cat; 
sharp teeth and claws are swift when,
propelled by a red paw.

Yellow cats have a tendency
to leave surprise gastric gifts
on your carpet, as much as possible;
always apologizing with their pale,
jaundiced eyes.

The green cat personality is rare.
You’ll find them holding it all in 
until they get to that litter box.
Green behavior warrants a private box, 
along with a nice treat.
Green cats, can’t stand a stench
and will scratch litter for hours
to slay a screaming smell.

The purple cats
see every opportunity for affection 
and milk it.
Love emanates from their bones 
and cuddling is what they do best.
When purple cats offer a hug,
you cannot resist.

Beware the polka-dotted cat!
A love bite will quickly become 
piercing claws; 
shredding an arm in seconds.

Pink cats are Coveted cats.  
Children love pink cats 
and carry them everywhere.
Their serene and constant purring 
sings you to sleep, ever so gently.
A pink cats love is never-ending.

The rainbow personality, 
is the comedian of all cats.  
Light to dark and red to yellow; 
the court jester of the species.
these side-splitting, laugh factories, 
will never allow you to be bored.  
Keep a camera handy; 
rainbow cats are usually, 
fabulous video celebrities

Inordinate Amount of Leisure Time

Might help explain how fruit
full this harmless poetic brute,
(a Methacton School of hard knocks
grad), who sports astute
demeanor with ample
brew netted locks,
vaguely androgynously cute,

his trademark signature hirsute
unstyled wavy hair
tell tale characteristic,
not that I care if anyone
gives rats ass and/or hoot
bummer attire acceptable since
long unemployed and

recipient with meager loot
receiving social security
disability to boot,
nonetheless can while
away unlimited numbers
of wee hours into morning
yea ideally best time to sleep,

but also most optimal,
while the missus thrashes
in bed thankfully mute
unless ya don't count
flatulence she doth toot
disrupting and derailing
train of thought
courtesy trumpeting glute.

An unexpected whistling
unlike Christopher Robin
hi ho... hi ho exiting
their wooded den
(think Snow White and
her seven dwarf men)
off to work they go to earn cents

(unbeknownst conversion into) yen
boot just enough to undergo
gastric bypass surgery
to shrink abdomen,
plus grueling boot camp regimen
guaranteeing bullseye

hit courtesy artillerymen
nsync with honing
sharp eyed acumen
joining (rather leading) civilians
carrying out coup d’etat
putsch ching aside feeble,
inept and lame

president to step up
and augment pen
ultimate last ditch effort
to halt climate change
to stave turning planet Earth
into self destructive oven.

All joking aside horrific,
née apocalyptic crisis doth loom
perhaps even unleashing mushroom,
clouds (thrown in for good measure)
encompassing entire planet
assuredly spelling doom,
where liquidation and fire sale
at all brick and mortar
stores will bloom,

(just ash at the front desk)
charcoal burnt offering skeleton crew
pointing blackened decker
index finger boom
meringue literally every black
Friday, Saturday, Sunday...
until every tomb
morrow until end of time.

The Belly's Reign

For Oliver’s: The Bard’s Birthday Contest
03/30/25

Julius Caesar – Act 1 Scene 2 Verse 190-195

Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.

The belly’s reign

Oh give me men who feast and snooze
round soft bellies the ones I choose
Feed them, feed them, give them fodder
Fatten them and do not bother
Never mind if they’re a plodder
Not the lean ones, not that breed
They ponder much, and worse, they read
They have a different type of greed
For the slender I have no place
Though, they don’t take up much space
Oh give me men who wine and dine 
Well- groomed with hair that shine
Feed them, Feed them, give them tucker
Avoid the ones inclined to pucker
I don’t like their gaunt sharp stare
from those slimmers just beware
I want the ones with cushy cheeks
Who snore and dream for weeks on weeks
Feed them Feed them on demand
One day they’ll need a gastric band
Oh don’t give me men who never snooze
No lavish meals and evening booze
Weed them, weed them, shear their seed-head
They’re invasive and tend to spread
avid lean and envy green
Dangerous like a fiery bean
So let the plump stay by my side
Chomping on a chicken fried
I wonder if with this demarche
I will survive The Ides of March
Form: Burlesque

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