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Yesterday I walked down the stairs
and found myself going within
the clubhouse of a league of folk,
who strive daily for excellence.
Our membership is rather rarefied
and reserved only for those
who find their voice in epic poems,
instead of tired, prosaic prose.
Of course, its not really a clubhouse,
since there are only five of us,
it’s actually Dan’s mom’s basement
where we hide from the world above.
And Dan’s not so much an epic man,
he’s never broken two hundred lines,
but he always keeps the beer fridge full,
and knows how to have a good time.
Then there’s Sandy, our only girl,
she’s excessively proud of that,
and though it’s stereotype to say it,
she’s disturbingly fond of her cats.
I suppose that there are worse things,
and she writes with practiced flow,
but I can’t take another feline ode
that runs for ten freakin’ cantos!
There’s also Jack, our newest pal,
known far and wide on the internet,
mostly as a troll, not as a writer
for he has posted no verse yet.
But I’ve seen his work, it’s really good
and would be even better to read
if his characters didn’t constantly bang…
a girlfriend is what he needs.
Then there’s Rodney, our best success,
who self-published his epic last fall,
a rousing tale of Gods and Titans,
it’s sold twelve copies, all-in-all.
Still he’s confident of his future,
and spends most days locked in his room,
pumping our quatrains for his next work,
a poetic history of visiting the moon.
And then there’s me, you narrator,
a glutton for more punishment,
I keep rhyming even thought I know
there’s no dollars coming, or cents.
But in this room we’re strutting kings,
and the world but illiterate clods,
we strive nobly to keep tradition alive…
…thank God that I have a day job.
I ate and ate real quick with a swift hand
then put salt in my food so none was bland
I piled the pounds and ate all that I saw
with each fast crave I gave in to my flaw
So weak was I that bread I baked each day
a pile of spread so thick I dare not say
how much I ate how much I gave to Paul
I will not tell but I did shove then bawl
Like a wolf that scarfs it down to the bone
I chomped the meat like a King on a throne
so blithe was I and near to pop and burst
that every shirt I own I ripped then cursed
I ate for love of food but then , Oh Dear !
I have no room for a coke nor a beer .
Sept. 24, 2019
Contest Name: Because Its a Tuesday 140- 140 sonnet poetry
sponsor: William Kekaula
Gluttony One of the Seven
By Franklin Price
12/19/2016
Gluttony one of the seven sins
That are deadly and defined
The Christmas Season's calling me
To make it one of mine
Two turkeys on the table
And twenty pounds of ham
I'll gain fifteen on Christmas day
May even have some spam
The turkey and stuffing
Mashed potatoes and the ham
All the low cal pies and cakes
Will make me fatter than I am
Southern sweet tea sugared
'Til syrup would be dismayed
Will wash down all the pastries
That put belt buckles in the shade
Still have ten pounds I added
When we gave November thanks
No longer looking like a jock
Now looking like a tank
Not saying I'm a glutton
Every day throughout the year
But I am on eating holidays
I think I've made that very clear
I don't really mean to sin
I'll exercise in sun and rain
I'll have ten months to lose the weight
Before I do it all again
John, the forerunner of Christ, preached repentance and baptized.
The wrath of God, like fire, will devour the world, he said.
Hedonistic ways of humans, by his life, he revised
Axe is on trunks, he said; by devilment, don't be misled.
The world could not accept John's teachings, as his words weren't sweet.
Do children like medicines that are not sugar coated?
He is possessed. This is why he is unable to eat.
His lamb-like life was unjustly and untimely slaughtered.
Jesus was gregarious. He loved the rich and the poor.
Did they accept him? He's a glutton and drunkard, they said.
As blind in mind, they failed to see his benignant grandeur.
As he knew their psyche, with a soft smile, he went ahead.
The ways of the world are unreasonable and absurd.
The thoughts, words, and deeds of the world, always, Jesus stirred.
Years have past but still can’t quell… won’t snub Orwell’s “the Moon under Water” pub as did cast a vast spell which did last….but pray tell what the hell should we call the restaurant of our dreams….which memes bestows seems to have all the right themes…glows how about “the Sunbeams below Sea”
Fables about higgledy piggledy chairs & tables
Cradles candles & scandals under their gables
Culinary cables run free no bland brand labels
Feast on every bit of the beast gourmet stables
Restaurant procured and manicured by a savant
Chef the ref hits the right clef is the commandant
An epicure tincture the cure for any bon vivant
An apothecary of wonders dispensed you adore
A third space with grace for either rich or poor
Service smooth as lace sings like a troubadour
Sweet as the smell after a downpour of petrichor
To attract and have a pact with every locavore
Delightful detour will always get highest score
Every encore makes sure come back for more
Beacon of light for us with appetite of a labrador
Another secret lover met palate whet paramour
The restaurateur not only a brassy raconteur
Flavour to savour taste bud flood provocateur
With bravura not bravado true entrepreneur
Not only an aficionado a classy connoisseur
Food looking pretty thanks to chef de partie
Maitre d’ quick with a ditty and slick repartee
Never sh*tty always a pity if they’re not witty
Cheer for every peer & the atmosphere is free
Sanctuary of treats from nearby streets so gritty
Harmonious not parsimonious not overly twee
Sybaritic symphony its rhapsody down to a tee
Glee of a miner finding gold & going on a spree
Umami tsunami a melody for my old china & me
Marvel at the majesty of a well woven tapestry
Pedigree and fancy free filigree the place to be
Treacle toned well honed academy of alchemy
Push the glutton button for a gourmands epiphany
Charms calms any qualms are like balms of apricity
Nowt finer for any city diner than elan & bonhomie
That it seems would be a restaurant of our dreams
Teems with reams of gleams “Sunbeams below sea”
Inspired by Aboriginal Story: Phases of the Moon - Ngalindi, the moon starts as a lean, young man. He overindulges (waxes) and becomes lazy. He grows fat, becoming the full Moon. His wives, displeased by his laziness, chop bits off him with axes, causing the Moon to fade away to nothing. Ngalindi hides in the dark for three days. After his penance, his light returns. It fills the New Moon, and the cycle starts again in the night sky.
lean moon-man rising
silver skin waxing in stride
girth begins to swell —
his crescent face beams on earth
calling tides to match his plight
Feast and sloth take hold
glutton grows fat and lazy
fills perimeter —
shapes the tide to spring full glut
beckons the dingoes to howl
Fierce-eyed wife rebels
driving bloated moon away
grips a sharp light axe
hacking and splitting the glow
silver shards tumbling below
waning moon retreats
fleeing the unyielding wrath
to hide in dark night
all his bright light bleeds away —
leaving the moon black as pitch
three nights he's empty
fugitive in star-flung sky
tides bereft of pull —
then silver embers re-flare
waxing light into his veins
the wheel turns once more
torn and mended, lean to full
the moon strides the sky —
on the path moon knows by heart
transgression now forgiven
Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,
sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone
prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman times
all for naught,
nonetheless I chide self
failing to heed
emotional, mental, psychological...fallout
in sum re: springing Jack in the box reflex
to sally forth and earn kudos,
asper potential Prince Valiant.
Thus situated with blank computer screen
capacious external Lenovo for myopia
(and incessant squiggly floaters to boat),
this literary glutton for punishment
feverishly fixates to plumb depths
measuring mor'n 10,000
leagues under the see
ming lee impossible mission
to ensnare nearly extinct
fluttering, lyfting, shutterflying...
smarts to outwit unsuspecting
beak henning quest
tendering, tasting uber victory
quivering crossbow
targeting yawping
zoological discovery - channeling
primed with taut fletched arrow
on high alert for stool pigeon
cautiously optimistic kickstarting
another futile attempt dagnabbit
experiencing prestige,
oh...and by the way...,
no animal harmed
regarding made for video poem
gamely capturing quarry scotched,
nor gruesome scene
synonymous quasi abattoir
representative bird den sum
bloodless coup deeming
endeavor par excellence.
Fingers madly scramble
to poach skittering idea
fry day most ideal
omelette ya know,
aye feel yolked to defeatism,
one after another faux
promising brainstorm egging
quickly flitting inaccessible
potential flash in frying pan
just as fast dashing
into bajillion pieces
shell shocked scrivener
scribbling lame as duck
goose laying golden egg...
dropping immediately out of sight,
maybe best resigning forlorn
inchoate never albumen,
albeit quite linguistic stretch for
(all be human success story)
prospects beyond reach
ova this wretch
New York Times
bestseller author jinxed
forever dooming yours truly
grinding poverty my ill fate.
At my tender age, my grandma will tell nice stories from scripture,
Each story carried a message, be virtuous and do not be ignorant,
I did not know, what sin was,
She emphatically told, two sins, don’t lie and steal, you will go to hell.
While growing up, my mama said,
Don’t be envious or jealous in your life,
Some people will be richer than us, some friends will be brighter than you,
Do your work diligently, you will see the results.
My dad was very strict,
When I got mad and abusive,
I got disciplined and got good advice,
Control your anger with patience and calm,
When the emotions subside, you will make new friend.
My uncle was friendly and inspiring to me,
He wanted me to be pride for our family,
His advice was, take pride in your actions,
Have humility, do not put anyone down.
My older sister saw me devouring dinners all the time,
Her advice was, do not be a glutton,
If you eat sensibly, you won’t get fat and look ugly,
Pretty soon girls will be looking at you, they like slim and smart guys.
As I was growing in my adult life,
My elder brother will see lust in my eyes,
His advice, take your time, control your temptations,
Time will come, you will enjoy your dreams,
Don’t stop dreaming as the evolution has to evolve.
My middle school teacher saw greed in my acts,
Greed to tell a lie to get ahead of other,
Greed to steal or defraud other of wealth and success,
Her advice, greed does not pay, it will back stab you in future.
At work, i will experience some prejudice all the time,
It did not bother me, I did not fear,
Did my work and helped others to do theirs,
Helped me a lot, while others were getting laid off, I always had my job.
4/29/2023
Contest - Refining Consciousness
Sponsor - Unseeking Seeker
Do not mistake me for a Bear.
True, I look like one, but my features
Resemble those of a raccoon.
Unlike the hulking Grizzly Bear,
I'm not an aggressive meat lover.
I couldn't be more peaceful!
I enjoy a plant-based diet.
Give me a bamboo any day!
No, I don't mind berries, fruit, flowers,
Grasses, bark, and small animals.
Never think "Bear" when you see me!
I do not hibernate;
I simply relax and sleep out in the open.
We couldn't look more different!
Bears wear uniform colors:
Brown, black, or white.
I, on the other hand,
Don a black and white coat
With a prominent black eye markings.
I'm one of the rarest and shyest...
Of wild animals; a solitary beast from China.
I live in cold and damp conditions,
But my dense, waterproof coat
Gives me absolute protection.
An extremely agile climber, I escape...
Larger predators with ease.
I'm a glutton that spends
Two-thirds of my waking hours eating.
Here's a bit more about me...
I stand 5' ft erect.
As a female, I'm shorter in stature.
I weigh up to 265 lbs.
As a female, I weigh less.
I give birth to usually one cup.
Did I mention I'm not a Bear?
Date written: 06/12/2023
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