Long Glob Poems
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I was feeling mighty low one day
Till wifey-poo came to the rescue
“Close your eyes, I've a big surprise!”
I was tempted to take a peek, wouldn't you
Held 'em shut tight and played the game
I could smell this aroma so sweet
Heaven had descended upon this poor soul
Smelled like that glorious treat
It's a smell that really can't be disguised
Described as the food of the gods
Chocolate oh glorious sweet sweet chocolate
It takes you where angels fear to trod
Finally she said, “Okay open your eyes!”
And there in all of its splendour
Lay a bowl of sweet chocolate pudding
I just knew I had to surrender
Adorned with a glob of fluffy whipped cream
And a yummy red cherry on top
My heart started pounding so fast and loud
Thought my ears were going to pop
When I had glutted myself like a piggy
I slumped back down in my chair
The air was filled with the sound of angels
Spent the rest of the day without care
NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION
Chocolate is a bean
A bean is a vegetable
Vegetables are good for you
So chocolate is a health food!
Enjoy my friends, enjoy!
© Jack Ellison 2015
I was feeling mighty low one day
Till wifey-poo came to the rescue
“Close your eyes, I've a big surprise!”
I was tempted to take a peek, wouldn't you
But held 'em shut tight and played the game
I could smell this aroma so sweet
Heaven had descended on this poor soul
Smelled like that glorious treat
It's a smell that really can't be disguised
Described as the food of the gods
Chocolate oh glorious sweet chocolate
It takes you where angels fear to trod
Finally she said, “Okay open your eyes!”
And there in all of its splendour
Lay a bowl of sweet chocolate pudding
I just knew I had to surrender
Adorned with a glob of fluffy whipped cream
And a yummy red cherry on top
My heart started pounding so fast and loud
Thought my ears were going to pop
When I had gluttoned myself like a piggy
I slumped back down in my chair
The air was filled with the sound of angels
Spent the rest of the day without care
NUTRITIONAL INFORMATION
Chocolate is a bean
A bean is a vegetable
Vegetables are good for you
So chocolate is a health food!
Enjoy my friend, enjoy
Darkness whisks the egg white strands
into the yellow yolk glob.
Time claws its way
wallowing through a quagmire
of booze, ooze and bog-breath delays.
"I'm Late, I'm Late!"
"Who Spake?"
"Who's seen better Ways?"
Feet spread strangely,
disengage and untangle.
Interlocking with toe taps
pin-pointed to barre-
laughing at those old elbows and knees.
The gasp of old shadows
lurking in clouds
dispels the carnival
confetti spaghetti charade,
to yell:
"Joie de Vivre!
"What the hell!"
"Is all this stuff about?"
Silence lies petrified
by a pillar of Babel-borne salt
outside of the window.
It can't get out of bed.
“I’m fine! OK!"
"I'm laying in"
"Playing dead!"
Each contradiction
spoke with impeccable diction.
Intonation interlaced;
with poise and puréed perfection,
personified.
It brought applause, clapped with one hand
behind the other,
a contra-counterpart.
A toot toot touche,
bowing to cheers
from both ways.
Silent Music
of
Falling Stars
A radiant glob shone down upon this planet,
life seemed so bright – why is it then ?, all seen,
on the surface, ( in the face of ) – seems the dark side,
the spirit of the moon permeating the innermost recesses
of this harbored soul, having been reached out to.
Towards this planet, around it Mars gravitates, rotates.
In the furthest reaches, a sphere so cold – grows –
a heart so distant and aloof, this planet seems,
from a different universe, travelling in other dimensions,
orbiting on a different plane, even when two -
as one - have flown together ?, – apart.
Why has Venuses, influence repulsed ?,
slipped out of orbit – lost her way –
drifting away – always, it seems –
gravitating towards planets of perceived perfection,
in their ecliptic, aesthetic, elegance,
in their orbit of alleged worldly knowledge,
in their spheres of impressionistic light,
light that seems to blind, their gravity, pulling Venus,
into their orbits for a week / weeks,
a month / months, a year / years,
or for just a date or two.
Comes disillusionment, disappointment to shake Venus,
from her dreams of – that set her gravitational pull back
towards this lowly old planet – set adrift –
drawing it back into her orbit for another go around
- this moon to her earth, without power of influence –
no gravitational put, no raising and ebbing of tides,
just a continuous revolving around her glow.
a companion to the empty spaces in-between,
never to be included, to become a part of her universe
B. J. “A” 2
June 2nd 2008
jay is different than he has ever been
a neatnik of course, and he is my twin.
whereas I am a beatnik, messy and thin.
he is a cleaner, a duster, no dirt on his chin.
I am slovenly, a messy hoarder, a collector, a slob.
my dungarees are usually filthy, rolled up in a glob.
no one is dirtier than I except maybe our uncle Bob.
bob eats like a hog sloppy buttery corn on a cob.
my brother’s cleanliness is annoying; it gets in my way.
he is way too serious, always cleaning, never has time to play.
his skin is sun-deprived, he stays inside to wash down the fray.
a beatnik, I am the exact opposite of my neatnik brother, Jay.
I like to be the hero in my dreams,
a seafaring captain steering my ship
to a new conquest with a beautiful woman
in every port. I like my dreams dancing
with movement and adventure.
I like to be the victor over opposing
forces, the savior of the weak,
I want to loot the riches of evil.
Damn it all, for being unable to control
the beast of sleep that pirates my
dreams away from its heroic feats
and the saving of beautiful women.
Why do the demons of dreams devour my flesh?
Those monsters gorging themselves
on my good dreams, leaving me spent,
suffocating in a hot river of sweat,
dimming my lucidity and making me see
my dreams from a prison of terror,
leaving my mind in a smoky glob,
thus making me a prisoner of madness.
They run me through fields of rotting flesh
and gleaming bones, naked corpses
with staring eyes, hands that strangle,
knives that disembowel and blood that
pours out. They humiliate me and beat me!
They make me a slave and become my master
I end up sucking my thumb before they lead me
away and feed me to sharks.
why do they plunder my good dreams
when I turn out the lights.
I have ants like Easter eggs lost in the grass.
Feeling the wasp nest in my neck like a mass.
I bellowed because my head has no chance.
Like grasshoppers who can’t prance.
I belong because I am a basement floor.
Who gets cracks in it like a burning core.
I belong like spiders sipping on the harmful dust.
Hurts like sandpaper we can’t trust.
But I belong because I am like Saturn.
That rusty, reddish pattern.
Head musty like decisions.
No kind of revisions.
Shocking.
Spiderwebs interlocking.
Belonging isn’t always kind to me.
I still am a glob in the sea.
Soap scum come to fruition.
I was just wistful fishin’.
Ministry Of Monsters
As you sit down to work at dungeon desk
A writer with the best intentions
Time is of the essence in the dark
Fear is like dipping the quill into black ink
And coming up with blue primordial goo upon the tip
A wet repulsive glob, sliding along the feather
Makes its way to you in moonless dread
Reaches for your very soul and heart of reason
Grasping at your fingers then slithers around your neck
Into the ear the creature creeps, where you now hear the fear as well
No longer in the ink well but seeping there within your skin
Dripping, bleeding, feeding in your skull
A gelatinous marvel of demons, monsters, and crimes
This helps you clear your mind to write
You work at the Ministry of Monsters
So everything is fine
Have a pleasant night
Created on 10/07/14 for Monsters and Marvels- Poetry contest
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This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,
laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps best to cauterize
near petrified glob - boon
for scientists to analyze
baffling laboratory technicians
unusual crenulations
a profound surprise
pitiful peremptorily doth apologize
unlike verbalization feasible
after webbed whirled fist size
terra incognita reveals numbskull years
wrought yours truly to anesthetize
smelting, squelching,
and suppressing emotions
scored how tree rings annualize
environmental conditions definite
premature imp of the pervert
poe fella lifetime channels,
where bullies did antagonize
upon death requested autopsy authorize
zing eager scalpels to apprize
miniature dried river bed
formerly streams of consciousness
lake never seen before engendering
crowdsource to hypothesize
baffling every expert,
how terrible fate did baptize
ala lemony snicket series
of unfortunate events
multiplied power bajillion times
number only Google could surmise
obvious tell tale signs did brutalize
as if smacked upside the head
one unfortunate gladly apparently
suffered maelstroms of armageddon size
poet chars evidently
succeeded to burglarize
more successful than Watergate
psychological ploys hackers
noninvasively did cannibalize
(perhaps bored furloughed
government employees)
albeit noninvasively deeming
imposible to canonize
resultant cerebral corpus
understandably did capsize
entire body politik (Democrat)
faced, booked on hatred did demonize
verbal assaults indicate
suffering did caramelize
cerebrum, cerebellum and brainstem
resembling burnt offering
impossible to categorize
glommed hardened integument colleagues
hard pressed to characterize
highly rendered anomaly,
hence unfair to criticize
erratic schizoid personality disorder
quite evident amyloid plaques
did significantly crystalize
definitely explain aberrant quirks
resultant incessant emasculation
unquestionably led him to demoralize.