Long Gluttons Poems

"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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(The Apostle Paul is waiting at Athens, and some of the Epicureans and Stoics engaged him in conversation.)

Agon, Aidos, Apate, Bia, Corus and Dysnomia (talking amongst themselves) say “What will this seed picker say?”

(A seed...

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Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is stagnant,
Stagnant with discontented gluttons,
Tangled with tricks and deceptions,
Soaked with indoctrination,
And charged with foul breath. 

Thus says He who guards the gate,
The atmosphere is saturated,
Saturated with dirt...

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Hello Mr. Half Circle.  Welcome to our show.
I know that you are more comfortable hosting
interviews than being the person interviewed.
But let's get right into our show, because there
are some very interesting things going on...

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Horsemen moving camp I already saw ,
And storming to show themselves then to start,
And too sometimes for escape  withdraw;

Fast runners I saw in your land depart,
Oh Aretines, and gatherers to go,
Tournaments fight and also...

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“They took the whole Cherokee nation
Put us on this reservation
Took away our ways of life
The tomahawk and the bow and knife”
        From “Indian Reservation” by Paul Revere and...

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The Dickens
                     Authored by Chuck Keys

Hot thickly sliced juicy turkey
sandwiched a mid fresh bread
tastier than...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A FROG
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I were a frog sunning myself on a lily pad
No cares or worries to drive me mad or sad
I’ll  play it cool, wait for insects...

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Each time i scolded  and abused you
It send fear into your humble heart.
High tense in the mind with high wind.
I made you cry under no offense
Battered you like a slave 
And your tender heart...

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I was born in a banana republic,
Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique,
In an open-air dumpster,
Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance.
I am perfumed with all the nauseating scents of misery.
I grew up under the...

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QUESTIONS OF BALANCE: A JEREMIAD

Why is it at 70 politicians are still underage
To assume political offices	
And at 30 youths are overage to begin a professional career?

What divine strength hath a leader at 75
When a mandatory...

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In the mountains,
Where hope rides the pines
Promises slide across smooth stones
Composing songs from the laughing stream

In these mountains, 
Where silence reflects the soul
Pouring joy through the ferns and laurels
Caressing the spirit with starlight glimpses

In the...

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as america’s gluttons gear up for a day of
mass stuffing of the face
to celebrate the 
genocide of native-americans in this country
one can’t help but find the dual-speak 
concerning the 
need to be
t
h
i
n
n
e
r
to be a humorous...

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From thee over-ewesed too letter word 'up' wee get a lot of mileage.
It has moor meanings than any other word inn thee English language.
Without reelizing it wee weave it intwo hour daily conversashuns,
Oratshuns, knowtashuns, quotashuns,...

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He is addicted to the bottle
Despite what his words tell a friend
His hands reach out to the liquor
As if it contains the cure for his failures
He takes a drink, never thinking
Of all the pain this...

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You're flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood, and heart of my heart,
Love, care, and respect for your very self should be your art;
Care for your father, mother, siblings, kith and kin, and friends,...

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Solidarity is forever
Solidarity is forever
Solidarity is forever
We shall always fight for our right

What a great chorus they always sing! 
Yet in their hearts
Their belly they tend to save
Not for those they guise to help

If not,...

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I am poet with a priceless pen
born to burnish the beauty of men.
I wonder what mortal mirrors reflect...
For me, all races deserve respect.

I often hear the splashing of rain,
and flood rushing down the drain.
I see...

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A nod to Dante’s Inferno


First: Home to unbaptized and the self-righteous
Retirement home of the afterlife 
Aristotle, is there, in his own way, pious
So, deep talks, CSPAN, and not much strife

Second: The final home of the...

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Eroju ole ekomu,
Eroju ole ekomu,
Omoyin kosagbafo onkasowale,
Eroju ole ekomu.
This in astonishment my spirit wane,
Of the drum that echoes from afar,
with no dancer that its sound be in vain.
In soundness of mind my heart focuses on...

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If downriver a conscience sliver should make me wonder
Why in the face of challenges I should blunder
Fearing to thrive into a hope giver, preferring to pull asunder

Pangs of conscience, veering away from sticking out my...

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Wee ditty about the loudly, proudly beating heart of our oh so pretty city.

No hustling..strolling along...to the rolling soundtrack..bustling throng

A musky busker hums, strums and sings their husky song...

Familiar faces..fayre made with care..displayed with flair...

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Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used
Morally targetting  his torturers,
Nobly tending a body and mind bruised
By the meanest sadistic adventurers.

All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience,
Nearly in the mold of a...

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The sun kisses my skin with a thousand burning lips,
Making it sensitive beneath my gentle fingertips.
The shade offers no comfort in the miserable heat
I wish there was someplace cool where I can retreat
So I head...

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A Coca Cola Santa stampedes into the streets
nail gun in hand
peat matured whiskey 13 years upon his breath
´tis the time for this tinsel rebellion
of Decembers egress

A debacle of gluttons fairy ethics
light up them there star...

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