Virulent strip of debauchery, I answered with a hiss, wrapped up iN
Excessive loss, addiction and broken dreams, finished with A
Gigantic, gaudy bow! I thought I was coming down with the flU
As my poor husband excitedly asked me how I liked VegaS.
Surprised by my mood, (maybe too much of a good thing?) I tried to apologizE,
And I thanked him again for the trip. Feeling nauseated, I picked at my tiramisU.
Days later, we realized pregnancy was to blame for my nausea and criticisM!
*Needless to say, we have never visited Vegas again.
Written 5/28/20 for Joseph May’s
Double Double Words to Bubble Contest
Categories:
nauseum, city, emotions, sick, vacation,
Form: Acrostic
Knowing Him has made my life
a little brighter.
My burdens seem
a wee bit lighter.
No longer am I torn
by insignificant words;
They belong on the
garbage heap.
My heart's soaring like the birds.
Instead of only that one sad song
I hear an occasional
upbeat tweet!
Categories:
nauseum, cheer up,
Form: Free verse
I could not end it better, if I cared
For what I love is not the constant now
But the changing to become
There is no beauty ad nauseum
While the sun drinks from the cup of flowers
I remembered that when a friend wrote:
To hell with golden daffodils.
It was a perfect way to end the romantic fervour
This exalted view of the dilapidated self
I thirst for the better age like a parch for water
And hear it trikkling rock heart down
To unchanging pool that feeds the stagnant town
About the second of the healing Christ.
(not a parody of the great, but a tribute to the wit of Keith Bickersteth)
Categories:
nauseum, philosophy, daffodils,
Form: Free verse
Why are some compelled to post
Twelve poems in a row?
If someone has the answer, please,
I’d really like to know.
Perhaps they like to see their names
In print a dozen times.
Yet seeing that, I lose the urge
To read one of their rhymes.
Poems, like pastries, offer us
A treat that’s sweet and pure.
One bite slowly savored
Leaves us craving many more.
But when the words pile up so fast,
It’s more than I can swallow;
And then, no matter how well-baked,
The offerings seem hollow.
I’m speaking only for myself.
We each do what is best;
But if you post twelve poems a day,
I’ll read one – not the rest!
Categories:
nauseum, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme
my sorrow bears
leaves of jacaranda
purple eyes the flower,
the fear,
a dank damp cloth of night
covered my face
smothering
the lust
that quivered
a human lake
moving
a specter’s hands
stole Mercury’s face
of banality
together
the fear,
of hands
that lust
disassembled
Categories:
nauseum, sad
Form: Blank verse
I have returned, so now I’ll go,
I need to leave, then I’ll arrive,
I hate you all, I love you so,
I think I’m dead, no I’m alive.
I guess I’ll stand, or maybe sit,
Perhaps I’ll walk, or maybe run,
This is the start, the end of it,
It’s over now, or just begun.
I shall do this, no I’ll do that,
I’ll keep awake, no fall asleep,
I talk no talk, then chat the chat,
I’m so darn nice, I’m such a creep.
I’ll build you up, I’ll tear you down,
I’ll say no more, I’ll rave and rant,
I’ll abdicate, no wear the crown,
I’m so sincere, now sycophant.
Feet on the ground, I’ll always fly
I’ll drive it straight, I’ll crash and burn,
If there’s one truth, I’ll always lie,
One thing don’t change, you’ll never learn.
Categories:
nauseum, parody, people, i love
Form: Verse