Short Regurgitate Poems
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Fine foods leave behind a clean plate
Great meals create stomachs oblate
But bodies too fat
Crave abdominals flat
And can't wait to regurgitate
His tendency to overregulate
New York sites, they rehabilitate,
Comes down from the mayor
A quick money player
Makes some of us want to regurgitate
I won't drink the water;
It's not fit for an otter;
Even the pigs won't bother;
We ain't that thirsty;
We'll just regurgitate our saliva,
we will drink our own spit;
8/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
A
Lot
Of beats
Everyday
Causes to the heart
Beat at a rapid rhythm and
The valves to regurgitate the blood that flows through you
Reinventing and modifying your lifestyle to correct the bothersome effects
2-24-2016
THE FACE BEAUTY OF THE HEART
The beauty of the heart
Overflows & regurgitate through
The excessiveness of it abundance
To project the fleshy outlook.
- Vick Manuel Quote (VMQ)
Copyright© 27th January.
(Vick Manuel Poetry - VMP) 2021.
Appetite appeasing her
emotions emanating in a tear
as food follows forcing fingers
to regurgitate great gobs of fear,
freeing for a moment more,
liberating lies lying so deep within here
now, plunged passed pipes
drowned deep in
the flushed future of guarded grazing.
One is over-senile
the other over-penile
One opens our borders
the other issues loyalty orders
Our execrable Presidential candidates
presage a once-great country’s fate
Two utter buffoons America rushes to nominate
~ I think on my ballot I’ll regurgitate
BECOMING MEAN
Ingest, absorb
ASSIMILATE.
Detest, Maul, engorge.
REGURGITATE.
Revenge fueled aggression
Testosterone and hate. Never caring at all
Becoming the bully - Blindly intimidate.
Familiar Aggression family taught
Household hatred just the way I was brought up
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Sometime a tone will make me weep
i gulp it back
trying to be discreet
when alone feel the drips
pooling at my feet
rub my eyes
lying its just lack of sleep
feel my turmoil
twist and turn
regurgitate
but somehow push it down
Sadness is where i aiming for
cause this is something more
or maybe something...
I regurgitate thoughts
That have no meaning
becoming circumcised from pain
And irregular breathing.
If I had loved you
Then why am I still healing
Unsentimental thinking
Has rendered me unforgiving.
A self appointed angel
Has began pilfering my demons
And the part of me you borrowed
Now hopes yours will stop beating.
Form:
Time passes, conversation and music ends,
light refracts, shimmers in water, bends.
Nails grow, hair lengthens, heads turn and bones break,
stems wilt, gardens overgrow, clouds regurgitate water from lake.
I know that things change, the erratic constant that needs be,
but this loss of you I can’t fathom, grieving the shift from us to just me.
My life is like a wound
I scratch so I can bleed
regurgitate my words
I write so I can feed
And Death grows like a weed
sprouted up inside my heart
I draw
I make art
because of these feelings I have
and the images I have seen
there must be something terrible
Terribly wrong with me
I let things hurt me
So that I can scream
and the people I use to trust?
well
They refuse to be seen
Form:
The itch to love
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self
Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic
This love,
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets
And supernovas
Must rest.
Although I walk through the valley of bad vibrations I shall maintain my harmony I shall see the same God in others that I see in myself I will chew my words before I speak them digest the bad & regurgitate the good I am only one man but I have a army of 37.2 trillion cells at my command I will lift those that can't lift themselves & I will humbly thank them for being a part of my journey & helping me to learn who I am
Faith is like a shattered glass
While we all stand down
wondering how it happened
Counting the seconds it shattered into shards
Daring not to touch or to only step on tip-toes
Crowding around the mess in awe
Painstakingly one touch...
With a speckle of blood
While we all stand down and stare
Daring to pick up the pieces
Glue them back together
And act as if it never were broken
Isn't it a mess
Dealing with faith?
Slowly dying, I'm losing the one hope I had in you
My spirit follows the path and never breaks
I keep shooting at the ceiling glass
Hoping that someday a pattern might emerge
The world is becoming more dangerous and hostile
And my senses are stronger than ever always on the run
Is peace given or should we make our own?
I will not allow the destruction of my people
The world shall burn and regurgitate on itself before I give up
Warriors are born and never made.
So, you had a childhood.
That doesn't make you special,
I had one too.
You consume the trauma,
regurgitate it
so others can say if we had known
we would have done something;
but they did know
and did nothing.
Now you make sure they squirm
as you stick hot needles
into their consciences,
let their guilt undo their platitudes,
and let me watch you torture;
let it cleanse me,
for I am your sister
and have eaten from the same bowl
of trauma as you.