Short Eaten Poems
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O' little worm in
the rain why have you surfaced
look for hungry birds
6/6/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
HAIKU
J-aguar is hungry,
A-ttacking the crocodile,
Y-es, he has killed him.
Topic: Birthday of Jay Esmele (February 25)
Form: Acrostic Haiku
How can I be mistaken
Eaten as a mis guile piglet
When I embellish bacon
8/21/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026© Tercet
greenly flowing leaf
a little, able bear eats
into the picnic
5/07/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Cloth Eaten By Moth
He had been known as a man of the cloth,
And was wet from liquid contained in broth;
After filled,
He had spilled;
Hole was eagerly eaten in cloth by a moth.
Jim Horn
I have most likely eaten a farmer's field of wheat
I'm loaded with fibre right down to my feet
When I'm dead and gone
Plant me on the front lawn
You'll have wheat coming out of your ying yang, whatta treat!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Sleep deprived awake in sweats
And sleeping by a bayonet
I feed the guy then lay in bed
If the beast I like don't take his meds
He's creeping by my blanket step-pin
Discreet then hides and raise his head
Might see the light embrace the end
Get eaten by my favorite pet
I sit with my grandfather
I see him eaten up by years
without mercy flesh is gone
bones complain as he moves
tongue is tired of speech
fingers dance with anger
but the years continue to eat
my grandfather’s body
No rescue, no escape is for him,
years assure me point blank.
all these soil organisms
have broken me down
combusted the engine called the soul
there is no such thing
as good bacteria
it clings together to form
the new black plague
fools will say eat your bacteria
to preserve your digestion
never realizing the grasp of infection
with the only remedy
being diet cola.
And this one is quite the same...
So the kinfolk has gone off...
Does it matter?
No.....
Just ease over to the next town....
Where's a cracker barrel
Or sisters of the south
.....and feast away
Thanksgiving day....
An epic feast...
The following day is the first day if the Christmas season...
Not black friday
The puma is so sleek and black
I have no doubt he’d break my back
And carry me off to feed his cubs
They would love my fat and chubs.
The puma would come in the night
And grab my neck and hold me tight
I would lose my life but who cares?
I would get to see his puma lairs.
The puma’s eyes would be so green.
In the woods, he’d not be seen.
He’d grab me up so amazingly fast.
I would not very quickly last.
The mirrors and furniture are sheeted.
Love has eaten me up
like a fancy box of chocolates
now completely gone.
My phone is clean off the hook.
Voices carry emotion
and always the opinions, opinions, opinions.
Nobody can worm their way in now.
Hell is not going to break
its way through to me.
I sit utterly quiet with my hand placed
on my stomach.
This is how somebody will find me-
as calm as a glass vase
in the cupboard at midnight.
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Lovely beige is the latest rage
Sat on seashore day after day
While dreaming my life away
on back rubbed suntan lotion
Wondering about commotion
while my body had been drying
saw come fish who were flying
When appeared a Canadian clown
In happiness himself he did drown
looked into water and saw a seal
who was seeking another meal.
To America we returned back
After I leaped and hit the sack
Seemed to be weather beaten
By a Canadian had been eaten