Whisper is jealous of Josh's black leather boots and Katie's fur lined boots, so they have a threesome to make up for it. They frolic in the moonlight, playing the oboe, xylophone, and vacuum, drooling and spanking each other. Then, the platypus, jackal, and whale join in, hammering out a rhythm on the pajamas, racing the tortoise, and jumping the rabbit's tail. Suddenly, the clocks, magazines, and movies come alive, streaming dirty gray hounds, tungsten spigots, mothers' spleens, kidneys, and tonsils, and cannabis shouting at the moon. The saxophones vomit sand and the pianos strike Jacks, while clouds batter receipts and panty liners. Finally, the cantaloupe refrigerator seals the deal, and the night is filled with laughter.
Categories:
spleens, america, angst, beautiful, environment,
Form: Ballad
Before
Toussaint and Dessalines
It was nothingness
Organs, guts and spleens
Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads
Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray
Were treated worse than animals
Oh! It's hard to find the words
To describe the usual carnage
From the time of slavery.
Before
The Battle of Vertières
Graveyards and cemeteries
Were virtually everywhere
Before
Pétion and Boukman
Christopher and Biassou
It was slavery
Blacks and Indians were considered savages
Worse than animals
Were humiliated, lynched, tortured, massacred, and killed
By adventurers, buccaneers, hyenas, deplorables, freebooters
Pirates, motherless bastards and marauders of the time
In search of sugar, foodstuffs, indigo and gold.
Copyright © June 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
spleens, black african american, discrimination,
Form: Free verse
The sight of her face
inspired my belly
to swell swiftly,
and erupt
into a confetti
of awkward hellos
and euphoric goodbyes.
His voice belched
with the throes
of titillation.
He knew his dog
day in the sun
had come to be
for you and me
and she, ya see?
Her hair was
the color of
a bleached
anus.
Her skin had
the texture
of freshly
smelt copper
(meaning it
was very hot)
And I was very merry, Jerry.
Very merry, indeed.
It's just a symptom of
relinquishing time, and
Pretty soon
your spleens will be mine.
Categories:
spleens, farewell,
Form: Free verse
Sweet love, your cheek is pallid and your crest
Is laid with spleens of winter’s iron rage.
Your lip is faint, and your heart now does rest
Within the bowelled dungeons of sore age.
Your kiss, once but a touch of summer’s blood
Is now a stab of winter’s dreary gripe,
And your eyes now are with miasmas fraught.
Your soul presents no flower or fruit, ripe.
The visions of your dream have been expelled
By wanton winds that o’er the canyons sweep
And love that you within your gaze beheld
Has sunk within eternal, frosted sleep.
That isn’t so: when summer’s ripening
Sweet blossoms on your pallid face, then spring.
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
Categories:
spleens,
Form: Sonnet
Did you remember to forget to recall?
Have you turned what was large into small?
When the coaching kicks in
Being blessed with our gin
Is it sit down to stand up and fall?
Could you bring us in a peach my love?
On a platter silver with blues my dove?
On days such as these
Leave us not speak in threes
And travel next door from above
Are there problems with the teens?
In the middle of halfway betweens?
Rub the foreheads with oil
Trap the footprints in soil
And serve them Kentucky fried spleens
Should we blot out the sun with a cloud?
Cause the shade to mingle out loud?
Put the boat in the car
Close the tab at the bar
And wander off naked but proud
Must you always turn to the right?
Wash your head with mangos each night?
It’s the sound of your screams
In your radical dreams
That gives us all a good fright
Its lovely to think that you care
Adding funk to the mess that’s your hair
When the hags call you yonder
Will you sit still and ponder?
Or swallow, press and stare?
Ugly though this may be
In the middle of the end you’ll find me
But if you saddle the load
and impose your own mode
Then the moon will follow the tree
Categories:
spleens, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Slamming back from a pedigree
Feather weights accentuate
Dodge and dart, meditate
Throw down the majesty
Standing statue to lumbering birds
Grotesque reflects off the shin bone
Moses parting the red sun
Hauling banquets with captors
Captives sling up the frozen masters
Atomic beats streaking spleens
Intestinal with pesicide, the tics grow dreams
Split to dull gather, sending cinders
Categories:
spleens, angst, animals,
Form: Free verse
I could not, would not, eat my beans
Will not, will not, eat those spleens.
I will not eat them soaked in sauce.
I will not eat them just because.
Not braised with jam! Not with my tea!
Not sluiced with wine! You let me be!
I do not like things from the bowels.
I do not like it if it growls.
I will not eat it in a bun.
I do not like it rare or done.
I do not like spleen, ditto tongue.
The same, I say goes for lung.
From Green Eggs and Ham
- Dr. Seuss
Categories:
spleens, food, children,
Form: Rhyme
When the lady walks
Men make full use of the eyes,
And women the spleens.
Categories:
spleens, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, passion, romance,
Form: Haiku
When a man and woman get married
A new language will unfold
The man knows not to question why
Just do what he is told
She never has to say a word
Men will see it in that glare
It's the look that men never speak about
The "You better not do that" stare
You know the one I speaking of
Like when a woman on the street passes by
And if she catches you sneaking a peek
You'll get that evil eye
Or when you say something stupid
And your wife starts shaking her head
You know the look I'm talking about
That one that says, "You're dead"
Or when you're at her mother's
You better not say a word
You know her eyes are watching you
Even though she's never heard
It doesn't need any definition
Cause men know what it means
It's the look than causes your heart to stop
And can even rupture their spleens
So when you learn this language
Your words will surely die
The look she'll give will be enough
To even make a grown man cry
Categories:
spleens, funnywoman, men,
Form: Rhyme
< dancing to the hit song monster mash
frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
took the witches culdeen
and boiled up mummys spleen
Quasimodo joined in on the bash
witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
illuminates party from it's start
Dracula and zombies
lurking for free bodies
poor old frankie's wife just fell apart
the bewitching dance came to its end
when bats flew in frenzy around den
on this all hallows eve
trickery was up sleeve
sent my 3 black cats in to defend
Categories:
spleens, adventure, childhood, dedication, fantasy,
Form: Limerick
My stomach grumbled
As i smelled the aroma
I was so hungry i could have eaten my socks
I got the 2 for' special
I bought 12
As i took my first bite
it was hard to slow down
So delicious so yummy
but what are these jack in the box tacos?
Are they chicken, beef or pork. . I asked Jeeves
He laughed and he laughed
Silly girl, he said
it is pig intestines, stomach and spleens
My stomach turned sour,
shock on my face
As I turned my head
vomiting on my sleeve
I couldn't believe the violation
that had just taken place in my mouth
The only thing that made me feel better
was knowing you ate 3 more than me
Categories:
spleens, confusion, food, funny,
Form: Light Verse