Short Gobbling Poems
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THE IDES of MARCH 2019
Owls were Hooting with
Gobbling Turkeys &
Yipping Dogs joined
The Serenade
Under the
Half Moon.
Gobblers a gobbling
under the oak trees old boughs
acorns all for free
Fat babies are so cute
Gobbling up applesauce with
Soggy milked cheeks
Giggling with silly faces we make
Munching on every animal
In the jungle of crackers
Only to stick
Chubbied fingers out far
To intake more
Does anyone ask chickens how they feel about barbecues
Don't imagine they'd be in favor or line up in queues
When gobbling at the dish
They surely must miss
A family member when one disappears with no clue
Does anyone ask chickens how they feel about barbecues
Don't imagine they'd be in favor or line up in queues
When gobbling at the dish
They surely must miss
When one of their family disappears without a clue
steadfast Blue Waters
glazing big mouth bass breathing
blowing bubbles " pop "
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microscopic organisms
fishes moving exploring breathing
gobbling insects worms
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY
turkeys are gobbling
up laughter as prices rise
thankful for the heat
off their guard, bag their giblets,
the axe only pardons two
11/19/2021
*The name of the turkeys pardoned by the president
There once lived a huge, black bear named quiet
In the forest, he ate a bland diet
Never one to roar
He was such a bore
‘Til gobbling a troll, rousing a riot
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Back off, speedy cat, wait for the word;
Brakes on, until the blessing be heard.
Button up, fat lips, let us give thanks.
Brother, do you remember the Manx?
Busy with gobbling, he failed to pray.
Buzzsaw, the dog, determined to play,
Bob-tailed cat, end result, on that day.
If ignorance, you have a total predeliction to bestow,
Send emails with the command, at the end to:
“Please forward to everyone you know!”
1-24-2022
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scavenger coyotes crave carrion
gobbling down roadkill of which they are fond
they will eat anything crawling, stumbling, dead or alive
just saw of pack of them, I think there were five
jackals are like their cousins the coyotes too
except they also eat berries, they especially like blue
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
Long article in the paper
this morning stops Tim from
gobbling his bacon and eggs.
Bears are starving in the woods.
Too many cubs, too little food.
There’s a plan to feed them.
But no plan yet to feed people
in the city nearby waving signs
about working for food.
Donal Mahoney
Swallowing songs
Help the hungry bluebirds sing
Gulping gasps of air
With nothing there but Spring
Time faeries with magic wands
Go backwards to bury treasure
Into the grey matter of my brain
Where poems are locked up like gold
Only later to be discovered
At the end of rainbows
They go
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
Swallowing starlight, thirsting
on ether that roars through
the cosmos as fine, icy fire.
Nibbling moon-dust, gobbling
comets that streak through the
heavens from heaven knows where.
Digesting mysteries older than time,
inhaling the dew, grateful for tastes
that are forever ancient and new.
I'm hungry so I ordered fries and a burger.
I'm pouring ketchup on my fries and my coffee needs sugar.
This burger is delicious, I can't believe how good it tastes.
I'm gobbling it down, it will not go to waste.
I love burgers, they are my favorite food.
Just thinking about them puts me in a good mood.
Form:
Lost in reality,
drowning in the truth,
silent screams overwhelming me,
are my absolute proof.
Like quicksand life sucks me under,
gobbling up my soul,
spitting out the empty shell,
but keeping the soul it stole.
Zombie-like I carry on,
faking it through my day,
vacant smiles mask hollow replies,
as I've nothing left to say
Form:
Distant dreams do dare to derail my train of doubts,
Eyes gobbling the cobbled stone streets seen,
Leading to a shop filled of things tagged with alloted time
But the tickle of the wind next to sea bound vesels,
and the smell of their work that feeds our souls,
Is what brings a little peace into focus,
When I'm unceasingly searching for my goals.
Chickens clucking, pecking paths in the dust
Cow bawling for the calf who loves her bust
Turkeys gobbling, heads nodding
Cats purring, dogs applauding
Farmers heeding, flapping hands in disgust
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Swooning…somnambulating apple hunt,
sweet and sour scenes of climbable trees.
Dreaming…swinging, branches confront.
Palm filling, chewing…night’s day to seize.
Scent of white or red flesh in Autumn, squeeze
delicately its outer dress of green, yellow, red.
Gobbling to bones…cores surrounded by bees.
Juice runs down my chin as I wake up in bed.
9/26/2021
My ex is like...
a troll:
a short one, ugly and hairy but muscular.
My ex is like...
an overstuffed gnome,
like a Santa’s elf with a bristling beard, but
never a smile.
My ex is like...
Jabba the Hut:
gross, ill-mannered, greedy, selfish,
gobbling up whatever suits him.
My ex is gone. And my relief is like sunshine and
an open window after a heavy rain.
The girl kneels on the concrete slabs.
Dipping her hand into the water-
She spooks the carp within.
Laughing, she drops in tiny crumbs of bread,
That float around like little boats.
Suddenly, the carp are back,
Gobbling the bread from below.
She sits back, hugging herself with joy.
She’d love to take up a fish
And holding its slimy body
In her tiny hands.
She’d plant a kiss upon its scaly head.