Slurry Poems - Poems about Slurry

... I fell in love with a Drunken Poet When with light My Grail He fills Lyrical Creativity intercourse with pen and paper spill With Rhymes and reasons salutations Filled so full, Colorful My i......Read the rest...

...Your hairy brown exterior Belies the sweet interior A gift to humans culinary Or cocktail quite extraordinary Your oil it smooths, caresses A babies bum it blesses Your cream is heaven sl......Read the rest...

...A humid day, mosquito clouds swarm along a red dirt road to the farm. There are grimy rows of pig pens, hazed dark by humming hordes of black fly. Bob (an old friend), chuckles. “Man, you pi......Read the rest...

...Going home across the Shard bridge spanning a rattle-snaked river that bites into the Irish sea cold-bloodedly pumping into Fleetwood's gaping fish-mouth. Here birthmarks are branded wit......Read the rest...

...This was the way it was In my childhood days With ancient and tried Crop farming ways. Up to the ankles in slurry, Muck fork in hand, Ready to spread manure To fertilise the land. No tractor ......Read the rest...

...We stood silent in the cold wind, snug in the wrapped warmth of our grandmothers thick coat, my sister and I, staring into the mystery of a freshly cut and polished marble headstone, the l......Read the rest...

...Without solid footing, idealism is a dream From a position of strong sociopolitical reality Words kill idealism without a scheme Idealists deem the short-term triviality. The ideal ......Read the rest...

...Sifting slurry through my word sieve occasional bright flashes give hope but there is so much dross and the yellow flakes in my quicksilver amalgam may be naught but fool’s gold.......Read the rest...

...Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor. We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light. Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses its body......Read the rest...

...I have endlessly miss us in past best; Time has eaten up my distant worry, Do not grow weary of my silly quest. You miss it too like how dream's forte arrest, Eyes blur pictures to fulfilling s......Read the rest...

...A farmer by the name of Fred Murrey Woke late and was now having to hurry Wanted to manure his fields So that he'd get better yields But the pipe cracked and sprayed him with slurry. ......Read the rest...

...Worry, worry, worry rush hour's snow flurry Blurry, blurry, blurry windshield's already slurry Hurry, hurry, hurry home, so the car's not buried Scurry, scurry, scurry ......Read the rest...

..."A fool and his money are soon parted." --Thomas Tusser Money is the name of a fool’s game Those who have it have more worry, Often woes accompany ri......Read the rest...

...BUTCHER PETE In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet. RADIOACTIVE SCUM The Russian soldiers......Read the rest...

...At the back of my palate Near the top of my throat Lies a region as holy As the blood of a goat Now feeling numb Insensitive to scent I wonder just where My smell mojo went Will COVID ret......Read the rest...