Odoriferous Poems

Song of The Corpse Flower, No 10: ABAB

Bug-free surroundings are most possible,
but not this repulsive, disgusting beast.
The so-called, Corpse Flower, how shockable,
repulsive, disgusting, and to the least
of it said, gives off such a horrid stench,
unbearable, odoriferous--mesh
vibrant acts that the breed needs to entrench
pollinators to the scent of dead flesh.
Twill bloom as the largest inflorescence,
a total flower stems, stalks, bracts, and bloom.
Twill blossom once every seven years. Once
pollination impacts, ensure its doom.
Tis their way to everlasting, The Corpse
Flower blooms heaven in seventh-year warps.

Sense of Reprieve

yes madness no
i cannot -
hear
for all the talk talk ...
see 
for the smile displays a horror
the 
odoriferous stench 
of the inevitable inimical political scientifical 
is a rough toughie 
I refuse the obligation when the 
taste 
rankles to a treacle so 
keep talking -
while I  
touch 
a leaf 
to  feel my life

Angels On Your Shoulders

Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,

Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.

My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.

My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.

Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.


Written: December 15, 2021

A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
 Sponsored by: Brian Strand

Flaunting of the Flautist

O blame it on cruciferous.
   The playing most muciferous.
        Those florets of broc
          portend a great shock.
The flaunt of the toot odoriferous.

8/25/2021

The Spring Caress

With winter’s end, Spring and Summer arrive;
the pond’s ice is out and turtles sun on logs.
Robins and their young bounce across the lawn,
hunting for worms and grubs just under the soil.
The days bring barbecues and the ice cream man;
beautiful lilacs odoriferous in purple, white and reds
their unmistakable essence wafts about our yard.
Families on bicycles off for a daytime adventure;
a picnic at the park, or off to the crowded beach.
The lovely dogwood’s and cherry blossoms are now
finally in full bloom; so colorful and magnificent.
Easter eggs are found hiding all about the lawn,
missed by young children and adults combined.
Cottontail bunnies scatter, running from imaginary 
hoodoos and what-zits from behind the maples.
April is a euphoric time of renewal and rebirth;
we are exhilarated at the caress of each sunrise!

Free Verse On Love

Breathe my love, for I shall inhale
your ambrosial ambient air of amour…
and exhale your odoriferous obedient beauty;
For I’m lost in the winds of love,
as my heart melodiously murmurs…

Touch me, my love...for I await your rapture
a salacious sustain sautéed with sweet sweat…
our carnal collage cherishes the tender night;
Like illicit immortal idols infatuated and impassioned,
serendipitous seductions spreading through eternity…

Kiss me, my love...for I long your magnanimous moisture
your titillating tears deluged with a desire of devotion…
drinking nectars of erotic escapes and romantic rendezvous;
Caressing copulations amidst Anacreontic ambitions,
all this within your enamored enticing exhale.




02.24.2020

Placed 1'st...Thank You

As We Know It

An ornamental doe and fawn,
suddenly move. Tails wave, noses nuzzle –
I have mistaken an actuality,
and now am thrown out of my skin.
I’m a millipede of fractal awareness.
I sniff the body-odor of the planet
take inward, then sift out
Australia and Africa.
I pause to dip my face in the River Liffey,
odoriferous waters foam over septum and cranium.
I’m a teaming acre of feelers and heads. Until
an atom of disbelief re-enters its exoskeleton.
The next moment is inevitable;
it is a concrete bunker of inevitability.
I am a stone goblin with a blunt chisel.
Nerve buds are again Saran wrapped.
Oddly, I’m carrying a large red kangaroo
on my shoulders;
it’s demanding to be sent back,
and I would send it back – if I knew how.

Eat the Excrement

Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved 
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink

Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul language scrawls 
on the Oval Office latrine 
dollar-bill green painted walls
Flush the rank noise
with a few 
smelly issue tissue tweet bawls

That dung aroma gon make your nose blink,
bowel vapors
will have your thoughts vomiting in the sink

Get the voting public 
standing at nausea attention
Prep the ballot masses of breathy dissension
with sound bytes 
of bitter chocolate bung mint,
duly veto sent
Tell ‘em it’s their sworn patriotic duty
to greedily eat the excrement

Taste the butt-hole flavor
of nasty worded inhalation torment
Truth got swallowed whole ... intestinal sold
Filthy lucre lips
do love the ruble con savor

Condition the brownie-nose party bound chumps
to double dip the cow chips
into the raw sewage salsa with the brown lumps

Be stricken by the loose tongue, 
back-end diet
of diarrhea verbose crying
A cheeky butt buffet ... 
odious motives with odoriferous intent
Buy the all-you-can-eat lying,
go feast on the swirling fear excrement

To a Cheese

May the Dear Lord deliver us
Not from creatures carnivorous
But edibles less frivolous
Like cheeses odoriferous

Who gives a damn about Edam
First made in Dutch North Amsterdam  
Or nutty-tasting Leerdam
And Czechoslovak Abertam

When some people find delicious
Or remain highly suspicious
Of a cheese that is nutritious
To say else might be pernicious

Called Kalimpong from West Bengal
As chewy as a rubber ball
Which doesn’t smell too bad at all
Or clog you with cholesterol

They're wrong. The foul effluvium
Causing our nasal odium
Creating pandemonium
As if it were plutonium

Is just a cheese no nose can bear
Once it’s been opened to the air
So, please, cheese eaters be aware
The culprit is your Camembert!

Magic Carpet Rush Hour

too many people constipate the everlasting
i use the populous of the widened state as a scapegoat
the melancholy wind is my magic carpet rush hour
it is my favorite time of the day to clock out

i think of younger days when all the fruits on every tree were fresh and ripe
i think of brighter days when all rocks were alive and eager to skip
i think of simpler days when every vibe of motion had their smiles everpresent
i think of better days when visions in front of me were so crisp and crystalline

too many changes cause flatulation to all forward movement
i use the populous of the explosive state as an excusable method of isolation
the odoriferous wind is my magic carpet rush hour
it is my favorite time of the day for an alternate route

Olfaction

Flanked by Dame’s rockets and Yarrow
familiar flowers that greet me
every spring with their breezy nods.
Their irresistible, subtle
scents never cease to captivate
my olfactory perception.
I swoon amidst their fragrant breaths
and for one imaginative
moment become their distant kin
with an alien hue and scent
commingling with them nonetheless
until their odoriferous
scents again sober my senses
leaving a feeling of gladness.

April Rain

The long awaited needed rain
finally came in gentle drops.
Thirsty daffodils greedily
quaffed the tepid precipitate
while their odoriferous scents
reluctantly merged with ozone
creating a pungent bouquet
that stimulated the nostrils.
Far afield from the daffodils
robins comb the newly wet grass
for ever emerging earthworms
that are coaxed above by the rain.
Soon the tugs of war begin
between the two adversaries.

Aloofness

When the gathered families smelled
The aroma of sausages,
Hotdogs and spent firecrackers
On prior Independence days
I was sniffing the subtle scents
Of odoriferous flowers
That grew beyond the festiveness.
When members heard,” come and get it!”
From the self designated chef
I heard only sounds of nature.
When the people sat and said grace
For the food that was on their plates
I stood among the wildflowers
too intoxicated to feast.

A Woodland Path

A woodland path in the dappled sun, hushed and quiet 
sometimes straight
sometimes curvy
sometimes up
and sometimes down
but no matter which way it goes
colors displayed go from verdant shades to brown...

along the way mushrooms have sprouted their
white speckled tops over the red hood
and skunk cabbage
blooms
in an odoriferous kind of way
really
it is a most beautiful day -

this woodland path
holds many discoveries for the eye to see
if only one might take the time
to simply be
be one with natures abundance
as the time comes and goes
and as I walk along
there is a pond that from the shadows grows
so calm and so still
my woodland path
takes the edge of the cities chill.

cherilyn fry
contest:  a woodland path
done:  june 7th, 2011

Daydreaming

The Deciduous maple trees
With their temporary broad leaves
Fell in great numbers during the
Early, darkened, chilly morning. 
Their photosynthetic lifetimes
Once green are now shadows of life   
As they lay lifeless on the ground.
As I slowly pedal along
The beaten path, a crispy sound
Emerges from beneath the wheels;
And a sweet odoriferous
Scent from their decaying-remains
Summons forth from my aged mind
Abstract musing of autumns past.

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