Short Retch Poems
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This is delicious!
What is it?
Chocolate covered ants, she told me.
I have now taken my last bite.
I feel like I want to retch.
I have always loved Mexican foods.
This time is the exception.
Up, down, up, down
Oh what a ride,
Round and round, round and round,
I've got quite a feeling inside,
Ever constant revolutions,
My stomach just gave me a hunch.
Up, down, around, RETCH!!!
Oh dear, I've just lost my lunch.
BIG JACK
“Big Jack’s Chevrolet!”
That’s Big Jack talking his cars
He is pathetic!
Jack has a hyena voice
Uses hands to make a point
It’s one of two things –
He’s too tight to pay a pro
(thinks he’s just as good)
Or he loves to see himself
Big Jack on TELEVISION!
Retch
Spoiled soy burgers
and marshmallow spam
Find all the worms
in the uncured ham
Mustard stew a la mode
pistachio-flavored tongue of toad
Dandelion roots in stuffing of turkey
makes digestion extra-perky
Fancy diets? - Gain weight and kvetch
Eat this stuff! Shed pounds ~ just retch
I fell asleep on the bench
And let out a fart with such a stench
Blew a hole in my trouser
And smelt of garlic and Gouda
I had to wake up and retch
So off I went home to sleep
But the sleep was not all that deep
Due to the previous surprise
That watered my eyes
I lay there instead counting sheep.
It rob's my soul and self until a shell remains.
The silence screams at me.
Closing my eyes only makes it grow.
Everywhere I turn, I'm greeted by it's presence.
Staring back at me through the eyes of others.
Dancing, clawing up my spine, to whisper in my ear.
I beg to retch it's poison and pain from my twisted and soured bowels.
Form:
Standing there
Arms outstretched
The haggard pasty washed up
Kewpie doll
Of a soon to be ex
Awaited his oxytocin fix
As the dutiful wench
Swallowed the stench
Of his distillery fermented fat
She thought
This puts the retch in wretched
And that was that
A good sense of humour
Is only embraced so far
5.31.2020
FEAR
You know it’s a risky thing to do . . .
Fear rears up from below and grabs your guts
Stomach wants to retch
Throat dries like a cloudless desert
Legs are gripped and won’t move
You rebel and set yourself to do it anyway -
The moment the fear feels your decision
It buries itself back in the land of cowards
Where it rules supreme
I want to bend my fingers
so far back, I feel the
nails on my wrist bone
Crunch them into fists
until fingertips
pass through the
other side
Scream in agony
and retch until
I my heart stops
screaming
I want to bend my fingers
so far back, I feel the
nails scrape against the
wrist bone
...So far back
I'll finally be free
to live in the past
What wafting of wisdom! Such saccharine sound!
Deft diction’s depictions, opaque and profound!
So ruminants rumble and mumble and seek
To mine out much marrow, obtuse and oblique.
My constant conundrum’s more crude and perverse:
I strive not to retch at such wretched non-verse.
Fair finery flops if its form foully flows:
Each clash, pull, and smash smells of emperor’s clothes.
You poets who pass pompous prose off as poem,
Go home!
New Day
New beginning
New life
Body still bleeds
Days have been a pawn of struggles
Quest for long reach upon every dawn
an ardent mind, a vision of concern
sorrow, sobs, and fears patience mourned
Retch the grim laggard illness unadorned
idle morns, stark painful weary days,
hearkened to the long chanting nights bray
warm dreams for a
New life..
New beginning..
New day
3/17/2017