Short Wolfing Poems

Sometimes more is less...

less if one is not controlling 
the impulse to open wide – taking
a huge bite – wolfing down and 
hurrying along to the next, possessed 
by the insatiable spirit of Famine;

Sometimes less is more filling...
clutter leaving little room for
God to manifest His Abundance;

Sometimes is always sometimes...
but God is infinite, and evermore
substantial –...

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It was moms birthday she loved eggplant 
I didn't hear the man as he began to rant   
I was a cooked child kneeling on stoic air 
in the back room I ate, without his stare   

a purple eggplant was devoured as I trembled  
wolfing it down, I quickly re-assembled 
no I did not care, mom wasn't there    
to see her child labor without fair, fare . 

January 16, 2019...

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Dining alfresco under blue sky.
 Heard loud, smelly fart nearby
  Culprit laughed until he cried;
T'was a kid wolfing down stir fry
   My appetite was shot, no lie;
   Couldn't finish my apple pie.


Fart-Tastic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Date written: 09/26/2021

Note: This is a silly work of fiction, so the "no lie" in line 5 is obviously a lie, lol....

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Calendared nature admits
winter has come and gone
and makes no apologies
for lingering chilled moments;

The audacious mendacity of spring
has clamped down a frost-bite 
on the wolfing climatic ignorance
of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;

Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
cannot be ignored by seasoned suffers 
and their sinusitis chains of oppression:

Now the winter of our discontent
must yield to a spring’s new awareness....

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Calendared nature admits
		winter has come and gone
		and makes no apologies
		for lingering chilled moments;

		The audacious mendacity of spring
		has clamped down a frost-bite 
		on the wolfing climatic ignorance
		of ignoramuses who wallow in deceit;

		Albeit it all, the cosmic deceit of nature
		cannot be ignored by seasoned sufferers 
		and their sinusitis chains of oppression:

		Now the winter of our discontent
		must yield to a spring’s new awareness....

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