Regurgitated Poems | Examples

Goodbye Hollywood!

With Fond Memories, we'll all say Goodnight.
Goodbye, for now, maybe we'll get a Bite?
The thrill that we "Hoped," we'd see on the Screen,
Was "SO PREDICTABLE" from Scene to Scene!

Every "Horror Flick," is just like the Last!
Same Boring Plot, same Boring Cast!
The "Cinema's," are Over-Refrigerated,
And the "Dialogue," is only Regurgitated!

Half-hour in, you glance at your "Swatch,"
It doesn't Matter which Movie you Watch!
The "Kid" behind you...keeps Kicking! your Seat,
Your Popcorn Box...is Stuck to your Feet!

The Speaker's So Loud, it's Blowing your Mind...
And SOMETHING smells..."Rank,"...Right from Behind!
Pungence, not "Floral," is assaulting your "Beak,"
Your Eyes..."Dart Around...for the "Exit" you Seek!

Yes, it's "Fond" memories, like walking in "Clover,"
We MISS all those movies, watched Over and Over!
Till you "SHINE" the "LIGHT" on those "GEMS" that we SPEAK,
I'll be "DAMNED" if I'M coming "BACK HERE!" next WEEK!!!

Opinions

The world's opinions
Are just regurgitated
Like a young bird's meal

Reptile by Birth

Into the abyss
I look in to see 
Peeking over, to discern 
Her looking up at me. 

Reptile cold and slithe,
I slither through the dewy blades,
And writhley race across the glade.
A lumping creature, 
Limpling, legless loping,
Filled with their plastic dopamines. 

Wet with amnion, glistening,
Halting in the flatlands,
No colour lights my way,
My brain is shriveled, stupid 
Human thought so far away. 

My mind a blackhole vacuum 
Leaving naught alive 
I eat up ash and dirt 
Living only to survive.

Pulsating log, flicking tongue
To smell the sour air. 
My mind consumes it
Swallowed whole, 
Leaving me no feeling.  

Absent, that sacral dome of thought, 
Vacuous cranium, filled with
Negative nothings, 
Not a word of right or wrong. 

In that chasm, to which I look again 
I see my steady gaze returned 
Regurgitated, digested meat
A meal for hungry birds.

Spirals

Spirals

Smiling so polite
to regurgitated lines that we recite
A serene sea 
A tranquil facsimile
That's what you see
That's what I show
all so you don't know

In the mirror I see fire
I see hate 
A self-portrait of fear?
Or just the demon getting near

I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head 

I went for a quiet stroll
Never knowing where
My feet may go
Through streets of yesteryear
or into the darkness that I fear

I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head 

When the knives come out
with a smile
Slicing through skin
Making me grin

I'm losing my control
Will the savage show?
Through spirals of malcontent
fighting the noise inside my head 

In the mirror I see fire
I see hate 
A self-portrait of fear?
Or just the demon 

getting near

Don't Serve Me Anything Old and Cheesy

I've been served lots of unappetizing things 
that simply did not please my palette.
Being force fed with bitter or insincere words 
is unappealing presented as a crisp green salad.

I would rather be underfed and malnourished 
than to feast on something too briny or cheesy.
I won't feast on a buffet of regurgitated foods, 
like dill pickles offered as sour grapes... sleazy.

Nothing has more stench to me than rotten food. 
As an example, mold spores inside blue roquefort,
and don't ask me to swallow one bite of sarcasm. 
That would take far too much of my time and effort.

I'd spit out a spoon of any soup if in it swims a fly,
or if the spices were added by the hand of a hypocrite.
A warm peach cobbler would make a scrumptious dish
as long as inside there'd not be left on purpose... a pit.

My cat can’t be happy

Ok God hear it is
I spent eons perfecting an animal that cares about nothing I call it a……Cat
Gabriel beams as he places it gently in Gods lap

Could you please remove it
It is making a weird noise
and is constantly nipping me with its claws

Sorry your Lordness
Gabriel lifted the cat from his maker

Before we begin the test
I hope this is better than your last attempts
What was it again….God stroked his head
Yes the Dodo
The duck filled platypus
Oh and let’s not forget the humans

So …., shifting back on her throne…..test 1
Obey your maker
Come here……his finger pointing just beside her feet
The cat drew its eyes and darted off in chase of some flickering light

Okay good start…but let’s not celebrate too soon
Gabriel

Her me Cat sit
she sat transfixed by the cat
as it curled itself into a donut and fell asleep he glanced at Gabriel………very impressive

The cat leapt from its prone position
It jerks in juxtaposition with its grunts
Finally ending its exorcism in a matted tuft of regurgitated fur

Yesterday

Yesterday took my youth
Each scene scripted
In blood, sweat and years
Laughter lived under the stairs
Only brought out on special occasions.
We would dine and say grace for tomorrow

Yesterday stored my mistakes
Regurgitated memories to drive the future me
To believe that today is possible
My present tense, my now
Though as each word is written  
It is now my past
Did that second, that minute, bring to fruit
Teach me anything or was it the musings of a fool
Whose path is drawn in sand

Yesterday, why do you taunt me
As my frame abandons me, my spirit still dances under the snow moon.
A child who dreamt of more, but as life evolved the sand just trickled to air
Regret awaits tomorrow, today was never there! Yesterday took my youth!

SIMPLY MATTERS-

Simply divine as such matters 
communication and understanding
Depth of understanding beyond belief
Authentic thoughts spoken loud
Complexity of language encrypted paragraphs
Clarity of intention simply simple matters
Heartfelt communication not trivial chatter
Seek authentic expression.
Value heartfelt communication.
Embrace simplicity in 
Sorely words, a tapestry, woven with care,
Conveying depths, beyond surface air,
Simply matters, from heart to heart,
Communication's beauty, a work of art.

SIMPLY MATTERS

Understanding those things 
that are not understood yet to understand
Beyond belief to retrieved
Those thoughts spoken loud
Bursting erupt from the thoughts 
Spewed regurgitated letters form to words
Verse fiber optic encrypted paragraphs
Concerned formed validated cryptic scripted jargon Confiscated communication calling understood to be Understand it's not just trivial chatter...
             ... it's simply simple matters

11/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024 
nspiring scriptures:
1 Corinthians 2:10-13: "Spiritual discernment"
Proverbs 18:21: "Power of life and death in words"
Matthew 12:34: "Heart's words"

WHERE AM I GOING-

Following the path of the righteousness 
so I relate I asked this
This question to myself
 where am I going and in this time
 as I'm glowing I am

In my walk throughout life
I am a witness
This question  I'm asking myself 
where have I been in this race
 that I walk I've already won

Where am I'm going, where I've been I already came I've gone

Mustn't not be laden nor should I become
Should be beaten 
Eaten digestive yet regurgitated 
I am where I'm going I am gone moving in the Lord

In my walk throughout life
I am a witness
This question  I'm asking myself 
where have I been in this race
 that I walk I've already won Hallelujah

Where am I'm going, where I've been I already came I've gone

11/3/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024

Behind the Eternal Fringes

The unpopular 
express 
their popular strings
to the garrison, contained
within 
safe boundaries, there,
their thoughts 
pirouetting words 
hung, 
the black beetles 
shine 
like exotic 
fresh water 
pearls strung 
waving like 
green peas shelled 
nonchalantly cast 
into boiling pots 
not of their own making 
in the soup of 
the fifth estate 
boiled well,
swallowed 
and regurgitated,
muses

the pods left wide open 
floating in the nowhere
like emerald boats without sails

blinking 
internal, 
forever behind

the eternal fringes







Candide Diderot. ‘24 





homonyms

Chaos

Chaos
Into the maelstrom of blood flinging and flooded diarrhea
Swirling amidst a vortex of needle and .
There I stand at the middle of it all.
The central point of this orbit of noxious madness.
The nucleus at the heart of rotten insanity.
A whirlpool of hot garbage circling around me, the core.
An iris in fusion vomiting molten liquid metal upon its refuse eyelashes.
The bowels of filth and swill spinning revolution.
Vacuumed in a retch of putrid detritus.
And expelled atop an excess of foetid sewage dysentery.
A repulsive pandemonium of regurgitated toxic sludge.
Thrown up haphazardly from the innards of turmoil.
One stomach-churning havoc, repulsive and distressing.
The never ending upheaval of sickening nonsense.
Bounded by sadness, grief and failures.

Wounded Whisper

Thoughts regurgitated though repugnant,
coil of self loathing tightens its noose,
venal thoughts a fragmented whisper,
to sabotage, undermine, disrupt,
one’s frail ego under siege,
wounded whisper n as barbed wire plume,
internal bleeding one must staunch,
if only gumption triumphed,
vacuous a notion one brazenly floats,
inane virus of the mordant gibe,
its origin welded to an anonymity,
so vast in its remit,
defying bold attempt at confrontation,
acid laden cut deep within,
over trivial and flimsy oversight,
imagined stain, partial blind slip,
transgression not worthy of indictment,
court proceeding deep welt juror,
nodding in consensual conspiracy,
wounded mutter, wounded sibilant sigh,
homespun crime against oneself

Re:Runs

sick of spit and regurgitated goop ~ best to avoid bird’s nest soup 


By
David Kavanagh

Alchemistry

tasted potions and poisons
I discovered medicine and antidotes
I swallowed and regurgitated the world
 to produce cure....

Ocean Waves

Ocean waves
 lapping at the shores din
  pulling sands out then back in,
a regurgitated rush of foam raised high
 whispered crushings in the winds that die
  undulating balm that soothes, yet terrifies
a distant mighty restless pang in locomotion defied
 called in to rinse and wash the shore
  the grit of sand and stone under scored,
a flux of clamshell remnants broken
 cracked and severed in then breaker surf awoken
 out to the depths in ebb and flow essence
a slave of moonglow crescents,
 quarter, half full, and full round it shows
 where all the ocean blue tidal crests flow.

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