Short Gluttonous Poems
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They're coming by the thousands,
here to suck your blood,
here to take a bite,
in a gluttonous biblical flood.
Hold firm and squirm,
don't be late,
or wait,
hold the gates,
then accept your fate.
The Man from the Wirral
A gluttonous old man from the Wirral,
Was partial to eating cold Squirrel.
He thought of the flavour divine,
Washed down with vintage Oak Wine.
Such a greedy old man of the Wirral
My heart is a glutton
it gorges on sorrow
it's like pressing a button
then BAM I weep til tomorrow
I am a miserable psycho
the things I love make me cry
my jealousy consumes me and I hope
that I can just die
Ghastly Grave Gathering
Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Generations greedy
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief
November 2016
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I took a bite, I bit with all my might.
But I knew I had bitten off, a bit more
than I could gnaw, more than I could just ignore.
With gob stuffed stupid in gluttonous binge,
I suddenly knew, I was in over my head.
Something had to give.
My Contst Pom
‘Josh Kibosh’ who has only small-scale splash cash
looks for a young woman’s copious plash stash
when his hogwash commands dosh
Josh’s gluttonous slosh habits turn posh
so Madam transforms flash in his pan into pulp-mash
08th October 2016
Hungered yearning for justice;
Crumbling statues with deafened ears,
Teardrops eroding mighty mountains,
As silt gathers year by year;
The crimes of gluttonous heroes
Told in each layer of collected memory,
Let one be mixed with rust,
Of those shackles from which
We were freed.
Xanthous vipers crumble and
Copulate on pallid bursts
Of violent ash and vapid sand
Drunken blows to swollen bones
Macabre and salty, bitter and grand
While wolven maws abuse brash lips
Gluttonous passion
Simmers on pendulum hips
Thrashing crests of poignant skin
Fevered, gasping, blissful sin
The first little piggy went to market;
The second demurred and preferred to stay home;
The gluttonous third one
Ate all of the roast beef,
So the fourth hungry piggy got none.
Although it's not clearly stated,
His thirst must have been sated
And his bladder inflated
'cause number five urinated
All the way home.
Today is the day I begin to change,
My habits that hold me back I'd like to unleash
I've got some vices limiting my growth
Feels good right now but my future looks slow
Why do I waste time looking for fun
I don't want to get to know anyone
I'm feeling gluttonous, it is so great
Today is the day where I wasted a day
Catch for us the foxes,
the little foxes
that ruin the vineyards,
our vineyards that are in bloom.
Identify the sons of *itches
Those littered curs
Whose gluttonous manner
Leaves naught for us and ours.
Catch for us the greedy
The avarice few
Who take that which is earned
collectively with toil and tears.
Crimson
and
Velvet Semen
All a sort of
Ridiculousness now,
without treasure
Trails,
Bodies of Evidence
And enough tomfoolery
to induce gluttonous
Indulgence.
And Caligula
would be proud, yes.
But not without
the papyrus reeds
swaying,
Dying.
The sink is full of
Poison water.
And I at least
with try and
Cheat death
With a single
Drink.
Be not so gluttonous with your wanton desires
Be not so greedy that you stand there alone
Be not so evil as to burn others with fires
For all of these sins you must surely atone
Bear witness to redemption so offered to you
A kingdom before you, it lays there and waits
Give up devil’s actions and hold your heart true
The time it approaches, my friends now make haste
Br'er Rabbit me
still tries to best Tar Baby
still gets caught up
in the emotional mess
as an ego-maniacal half-wit
when the best approach
is to not approach,
as if staying out reach
and staying out of touch
were one-in-the same
as running like hell
in another direction.
But as a gluttonous masochist
two, maybe three, times each year
I'll stand within reach
and swing away. No.
That is not letting go.
To a human system a parasite is identical to itself:
Causing infection and illness.
However, this is not the fault of the system,
Rather fully instigated by the trespasser
Content on deceiving the hand of its provider.
Unlike the system,
A parasite is most gluttonous and lazing,
And evolution raised it as such.
Is the parasite to blame,
Or rather to be understood as a simple manifestation of its creation?
Green grasshoppers glide gracefully over the ground,
Their glossy gossamer wings glitter all around,
Their glassy feathers generate grandiose sound,
Like glorious gladiators, some golden gowned
gorgeous grigs gallop in their gluttonous manner,
Other garish brown ones glow like grimy scanner
as they hover in swarms like a greasy banner,
Best, stay away from grasshoppers - that's the plan, er!!!
I took all forms,
Just to fit his molds,
I varied from bitter to sweet,
Depending on what he needs.
I coated him with comfort;
A sweet strawberry dessert,
He devoured in one bite,
With a gluttonous appetite.
When there was no more,
He turned on the stove,
He set me on fire,
With all his selfish desire.
Sweet chocolate drips,
From his succulent lips,
That filled him with bliss,
For just a few minutes.
Oh' you scared,persecuted square.
Dante melts my suffering skin.
Darkness falls in limbo as a curse to me.
I'm a gluttonous fraud.
Spitting in tune they say-''We spare not the tears of weakness.''
Rage fuels the hatred,as twas my acute demise.
Anoint thy soul heavenly father.
I was once tired.
Now given the gift of imminent strength.
Blessed by a prominent light.
I've surrendered my body.
Feel no pain,agony escapes me.
PD~Poet Destroyer contest~
A basket full of apples,
an assortment of flavor.
Wide plethora to pick from,
maybe that is the problem.
This is far too much to ask,
a basket full of apples.
By nature not gluttonous,
decisions hard decisions.
Tart, candied, a bit of both.
Which bite will truly fill me?
A basket full of apples,
I only want to eat one.
Scent rolling off of the peel,
the spicy feel of autumn.
Cinnamon hot is my sweet,
a basket full of apples.
The large cigarette burn i n the sky
Scorches an unforgiving landscape,
Aging the ideas of mankind.
This corpuscle of bubbling pus
Cloaks the world with its runny yoke,
Which stains a blue plate.
Breakfast -
Sustains a gluttonous body,
And warms the vast belly
Of ice tundra and desert sand
Which bathe in the ashen grains of time,
Until the fire dies,
And its light stubbed out in an ashtray,
By a little, geriatric man
Who has puffed away at our dreams.
All of the joys
Of chocolate…
Delightful pleasure
of tiny secretions
that excites taste.
Releasing mounds of
Milky darkness…
An assortment of
Overindulgence,
A savory variety of
Irresistible explosions
And heavenly bliss…
Layers of richness
That taunts sensors to
Recall succulent memories
Of indelible guilt,
An insatiable desire
To spawn a gluttonous
Compromise…
Hers is Godiva,
Deep chocolaty inner dream-
Deliciously black coated
Vanilla cream...
The adventurous long for a journey
to the edge of knowledge and beyond;
You cannot quell the fire in the
desire for an education withheld;
As technology explodes unfolding,
a wave of information rushes by;
It sits patient for a hungry grasping;
The intrigued and the doubt-ridden
possess the same breed of tenacity;
When you have tools to play with
it’s not difficult to stay resilient;
The gluttonous nature of curiosity
is no longer stifled by living analog.
Gluttonous and gourmandise
People are greedy for gourmet food
In a pleasing fashion
An exquisite taste
Pleasing the eyes
Soothing the taste buds
A sign of wealth and prosperity
Of course with no thoughts of
Poverty, epidemics, disasters and wars
On the other side of the earth
In their absence
We feel happy and satisfied
In every bits of our bodies and mind
With every bits of the surrounding
With every bits of the world
And with every gratefulness to God
gluttonous beasts
filled by
the profusion
of their own pride
no compassion
only self-absorption
swallowed whole
by death’s jaws
now out of reach
embarking on their
immutable destination
into the swollen belly
of damnation
with no deliverance
to be found
dark & deadly
wise creation
stands before them
laughing in their faces
as he reaches deep
within each
ripping out their
black hearts
and shoving
their foolish
pride down
their own
throats
Form:
It's noon
I'm on the way of Shahbagh
Before the National Museum
Pineapple, Mango, Litchi
scatter their scent,
Sweetest flavor of Jackfruits
loots my nostrils
Gluttonous flies
flying over the seasonal foods
The summer sun
fries my skin; oh its burning hot
No air is flowing
Your fair makeup is gluing,
sweating, blowing
Fearless the dog in supine
In the crowded it closes its eyes
Global warm pierces it, need cool air! '
-Wednesday, June 12, 2019 Chattogram