Short Retching Poems
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From unconsciousness
I rise, sputtering
Warm liquid erupting
Belched from the lungs
Choked out, retching
Airways blazing
Rasping, gasping
Writhing for oxygen
That time I fell asleep
In front of the telly
With a mouthful of tea :)
It seems bloody retching but fatefully true
When somebody fetching is fatal for you
You flee from the danger but fractured you find
That pretty young stranger has captured your mind
Submitted to the Rithimus Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
From "Thru Maritime Miles"
Sponsored by Gregory R. Barden
September 29, 2020
The words wakes up
Snapping bits and bits
Of the created world
Consiously using the darkness
As a sure guide
Slowly stretching
this retching darkness
Loaded with pure worded bile
Stealthily flowing outwards
to the seemingly awaiting world
All Crests up in fading expectation
As each words carves his niche
Taking crunchy bites
From every unconscious soul
Academicians …
masticating and
grinding their ‘truth’
Spewing out
what they would have us swallow
in gagging choking egotism
Regurgitating it back
in the toxic chunder
of a narcissistic reality
Papering the walls
of modern thought
with the bibs of their retching
As they hide within
their ivory towers
—festering in mass
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: September, 2023)
pie
delightful, delectable
appealing, appetizing, appeasing
sweetness, sugariness, acidity, acerbity
retching, regorging, regurgitating
brackish, brinish
fly
NB: This is purely my own reaction to eating flies. I understand it’s quite the delicacy to some. To each his own ... :)
14 January 2023
Delightful Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
The Higgins Boat
gray-green heaving seas
men retching and gagging
oh Lord don’t let me die
Jesus let me live to go home
rancid smell of sweat and urine
putrid scent of soiled pants
could I make it
could I survive
will I do my duty
salt spray crashing into the boat
sobs for mother
muffled explosions like thunder
coxsun counting down
destination Omaha
the steel ramp opens
If all your basic needs are met,
Your bills are paid, no cause to fret,
Whatever food you want, you’ll get –
It’s then you can be kvetching.
For if you have no place to sleep
And hunger makes you want to weep,
The only thoughts your mind can keep
Might deal with budget stretching.
It takes some chutzpah to complain
When others’ lives are filled with pain,
Yet human nature can’t refrain
From some entitled retching.
Enraged raw and spitting
Love warped beyond identity
Ten fingers ready to in-dulge
Sick offerings real men can't abide
Scarring rosette flesh once, always
Memories etched eternal
Blasphemers amuck, still free
Where is the Newberry blade
Cast upon ogres smiling with glee
Revulsion retching tears without salt
Anguish of hopeless helpless men
Protection eludes soul aching ire
Never settle for less than hellfire
Form:
The image could not be more clear:
the blowout from a diaper,
recoiling from my precious child
as though she were a viper.
Olfactory assault enough
to bring you to your knees,
the onesie soiled, arms raised, she cries
for you to help her, please.
Shaking, sweating, retching and forlorn,
gagging in the sink, “Who gave our daughter corn?”
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For the “Form I - Imagism - New Poem” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Written on 03/07/2022