Short Disgustingly Poems
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Deeply, dangerously,
daringly, darkly
defiantly, deadly
deftly, dumbly
disgustingly dis-guarded
10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
"I can stand any ride at the fair,"
said my brother, so he took my dare.
He rode on the Comet,
and then he hurled vomit
stuck disgustingly in his date's hair.
A badly crazed, disgustingly earnest feline
grossly, haughtily, ignorantly judges kangaroos,
losing many niggling oppressed pumas
quietly reserving skunks to understand
very wayward x-rays, you Zebras.
INNER CITY – old neighborhood today
Not at all what it was
Not yet what it must become
Voices once so dear drowned out
by decadent color
Noise so disgustingly near
Sit and think longingly on old neighborhood
Shrug
Shed a tear
The voices.
The loud,
screaming,
noises.
The images,
The disgustingly comforting images.
I hate this.
This numbing,
suffering feeling,
I get from these thoughts.
I want it to stop.
I need it to stop.
But it won’t.
It never will.
There once was a mantis named Mary
Her legs were disgustingly hairy
She was offered to Gus
Who threw up in disgust,
Not wanting to be eaten by Mary.
Any Animal or Creature Poetry Contest sponsor: Charles Messina Written 9-7-2018
While cleaning my house I found two dead bugs
They both died inside some empty wine jugs
Oh, they disgustingly stunk
My guess, they both had died drunk
Oh well, they should have stayed under my rugs
What's Bugging Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
7-28-2019
If I can’t be happy, why not wallow in sadness.
Let it overpower me in a disgustingly blissful
And tumultuous blindness that fills the empty space
That you used to occupy.
Sadness is something to be treasured.
It’s something to weep of softly and wale of angrily.
It makes me move to the beat of its locking trance
As I smile in pure melancholy.
Sadness, is my friend.
His kiss was death
not life, the chains
and dungeons of a nightmare.
Against the free dream-
smell of salt air.
So here I am
stuck in the mud
created by tears of crimson
emptied painfully and
an overactive mind.
But death to the mind.
The air slipping away,
suffocating.
The darkness all around.
Disgustingly brilliant.
Yet I walk away
leaving my body
in the dirt.
Buried alive.
Form:
Politicians noisy
noisy noise noisters
lyinglyinglyinglyinglying
lies always all
lies they lie always
disgruntled voters vote disgruntledly
disgustingly
facist racist noises eminate appeal to
ignorance idiocy intervenes
intermittently
bigoted nazi party british national puerile
I would answer by saying that it is the absence of your fathers earthshaking glance at the dawn of an unpredictable night. I would answer by saying that it is the acknowledgment of the neglected truth, that life is nothing but a series of scenes in an indisposed screenplay. And that death is the anticipated protagonist, a patient gift disgustingly disguised underneath the smiles of all that which we think brings us happiness.
To kill, the shrill of a thrill,
To take any life is truly wrong.
Thou shall not hurt even a fly.
They are guardians of the sky.
They begin crawling strong.
Disgustingly devouring meal,
Each organism has a plan.
Serving nature’s scheme,
Designing a destiny,
Between now and infinity
When it becomes extreme,
Bringing about another span,
As always existence ends.
All things must perish.
To bring out renewal,
There must be removal.
Stretching out to cherish,
You will make amends.