Short Digested Poems
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The More Digestible Anything
Becomes, The More That Thing
Resembles What's Been
Already Digested.
-Gray Squirrel
04-21-2026
If
The fear of God
Is the beginning
Of wisdom
Then what is
Wisdom
Me thinks
Wisdom is
The sum of
What one knows
Digested.
While backpacking in downtown Mumbai
I digested a spicy meat pie
It wasn't too long
'Till I smelt a pong
And then felt something run down my thigh.
If apple ate a pear?
And digested it, would excrementbe wine?
2/25/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
LAST SUPPER
Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with
commands of
love !
Eating food with love
No matter how much I eat, I'm not full
not hungry also
Where will the food of love be digested?
Do you know what love's food is?
I am gum.
.
.
.
.
Chew all you want
I will never be digested
never yield.
.
.
.
.
stop trying. to understand. to digest.
.
.
.
.
you’re making me lose my flavor.
Form:
re-post inspired by Cindi contest
Elements of roasted lamb
Cups of wine ,nouveau
Sweet tasting spice nut paste
Eaten,without haste
and digested with
commands of
love !
A poetic expression of words spoken through lips
From a mind subjected to what it thinks
Left written on a piece of paper married to a pen
For your mind to marinate digested poetry
Form:
A
handful
meets our need-
just a little
digested daily,bread on which to feed
a
spoonful
fills our heart,
saturates us
from top to toe,so helping love to flow
Inspired by Elijah's story @! K 17:1-6
Bungling Bankers and Brutal Bakers
There are those who were muck rakers,
As well as liars, losers and breath takers;
Improperly invested,
And poorly digested;
Been bungling bankers and brutal bakers.
Jim Horn
“You are not defiled by what you ingested
that passes to the bowel as food digested.
No. It is what comes out
in foul words that you spout
that shows your heart is with evil infested.”
Mark 7.1-23
Who did plod through the fresh laid sod
What plunderous rogue could be so treacherous
When did the fresh, bright mane garner brackish stain
Where did the stealthy herbivore dump digested core
Why did that silly hare his gastronomical fare share
Lovely...
to
Free intentions, found in half-digested blindness,
desperate troubled soul,
no appetite of my flesh,
whilst you love death and light?
empty hands burning desire,
was my end guide,
striving and sober,
Crashed this tongue
to
laugh...
Stars illuminate day’s memories.
Tangerine thoughts are consumed
by the midnight moon.
Loves, losses, pain, exuberance.
All is digested.
Nourishing memories billow
heart’s pocket
as turquoise toxins are spit out
at sunrise
…and birds resume singing.
Standing
as in a dream
bemused
in my private world
alone
and yet surrounded
by others
thoughts
read
digested
and considered
waiting
listening then
writing
my verse
I awake,content
until the next
time
Standing
as in a dream
bemused
in my private world
alone
and yet surrounded
by others
thoughts
read
digested
and considered
waiting
listening then
writing
my verse
I awake,content
until the next
time
amongst the billions of people
there be some very sensitive
to others feelings...pains
sensed and unconscious
expression digested
they present statistical
probability they can read minds...
that is only just part of this 'scenario'
a situation where-in people hide
Yesterday was with us
Yesterday is like a
Digested food that
We ate last night
They told us that
Teachers are light
The learners are their
Evidence their light
Yesterday I was flogged
As a child by my mother
for me to be better today
Yesterday was my past
Today is my present
Able to take change
in smaller increments …
the total overwhelms
The pieces digested
in tiny fragments
absconding from the realm
— Breaking it down —
taming the maelstrom
hail turns into rain
The whole reemerging
inside my becoming
transforming me again
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
re-post inspired by latest contest theme
Standing
as in a dream
bemused
in my private world
alone
and yet surrounded
by others
thoughts
read
digested
and considered
waiting
listening then
writing
my verse
I awake,content
until the next
time
Life can be a bitter pill
Swallowed every day
Taken with each and every meal
Digested by the brave
We carry on hoping that things
Will someday improve
Try to lessen every sting
Of blows that tend to bruise
If you remember anything
Know that you can succeed
It is possible win
Dreams can be achieved
Trump chews up the wages we earn
But money digested can turn!
The cash kale he’ll mange
Leaves him too orange
And builds a great wall of heartburn
This thug's tint much like lady bug
Won’t last from the green funds he’ll chug
Don's mug becomes brown
When what he scarfs down
Reveals a chameleon-like slug
You reside behind my eyeballs,
but you most enjoy paralyzing my fingertips.
You feast on the thought-clots
plugging my brain.
You see what I once saw
because you watch what is stolen from me,
as I desperately grasp at what
was digested long ago.
When will my mind be freed?
When will my imagination be reborn?
The deceased is a white female
mother of 7 boys
approx. height 5 foot 6 inches
weight 160
black hair
eyes brown
very pale complexation
no sign of external trauma
time of death approx. 24 hrs ago
removing contents of stomach
reveals some semi digested meat
some root vegetables
and what appears to be some fruit