Grasses are herbs
If you boil grass with ginger
It can cure back pains,
Toothache, kidney problem
Stomachache and cleanses toxins
We have here grass like carabao grass
We use this to cure such mention above
My cat eat the young leaves of this grass
Afterwards, my cat vomited something fluid
Then, my cat have peace after that.
Don't take others' precious lives
To fill up your foul bellies!
Stomachache will take your lives!
4.8.2022
No comments, please!
Eating more Mexican food than most of Texas
is not something one should be proud of. If
all the wisdom of man is mere foolishness,
all the tacos you can eat are mere stomachache.
Along the way I’ve rediscovered herbal tea,
that proverbial panacea in a land of coffee and Coca-Cola.
Fresh off the binge I love pure water and pumping iron,
though what’s heavy isn’t just metal or military presses.
Try as I might to be beholden to a higher commander.
Off the binge, now is a time that goals and dreams be
elevated as never before. I begin to power forward from petit fours.
Death of Hope
Hope was a beautiful girl, long ago,
before she turned seventy when the pandemic hit
and turned her into an ideal candidate for Covid's
voracious appetite, living a solitary life in her
assisted-living apartment, until one day,
when the sun was playing hide and seek with the clouds
and a mild wind blowing the ruffles of a bird on the tree,
suddenly Hope was struck by the disease like a bolt of lightning,
and she coughed and had chills and high temperature and, soon,
muscle spasms and stomachache and nightmares, that seemed like
a tragedy foretold, until her immune system was overpowered by the
mighty army of virus, building fortresses in her lung and shooting volleys of pain
that reduced her will to fight, eventually like a vanquished foe in the hands of a
superior enemy that knew no mercy.
Monkeys eat bananas
and weasels eat snakes
I'd rather be a monkey
than get a stomachache
Its been a long time
That we human have slept for a while
Freely enjoying the cold breeze
Without some wine for sometime
Stress keeps you awake
Wine makes you feel alive
These are some of the things
That dont let you sleep all night
Heartaches or you can say heartbreaks
Cigarettes be our saviour for somewhile
These are some of the things
That dont let you sleep all night
Herecomes a parent
Whose child stay away from their eyesight
This is their love
That dont let them sleep all night
Some girls go through severe stomachache
And it bleeds whole night
This is a reason
That dont let them sleep all night
Boys be boys
Crazy behind their cute girls
This is a reason
That dont let them sleep to all night
Then comes a cute small baby
Who sleeps for somewhile
Till he or she gets elder
Enjoy their sleep meanwhile
MELODIES OF LIFE
If we were wise when we were young
Some songs would have been left unsung
Had we anticipated well before hand
that the road we travelled through was wrong
We'd never stop and glance back
To relive rare moments that came along
If we had refused to eat the stale cake
That caused us to suffer stomachache
We'd never recall the secret thrill
we felt, succumbing to our sweet will
Had we not made some grave mistakes
Naively putting our future at stake
And did all that was too perfect and right
Would grow complacent, never scale lofty heights
How would we recount those , foolish tales
Though silly, nevertheless taught us to sail?
Warbling tunes of gaiety and sorrow
Insouciant about the coming morrow.
Date Aug30 2016
Name of contest
One Quote
The original quote is
If we were wise when young, some songs would have been left unsung.
MELODIES OF LIFE
If we were wise when we were young
Some songs would have been left unsung
Had we anticipated well before hand
that the road we travelled through was wrong
We'd never stop and glance back
To relive rare moments that came along
If we had refused to eat the stale cake
That caused us to suffer stomachache
We'd never recall the secret thrill
we felt, succumbing to our sweet will
Had we not made some grave mistakes
Naively putting our future at stake
And did all that was too perfect and right
Would grow complacent, never scale lofty heights
How would we recount those , foolish tales
Though silly, nevertheless taught us to sail?
Warbling tunes of gaiety and sorrow
Insouciant about the coming morrow.
Date Aug30 2016
Name of contest
One Quote
Now resubmitted for Brian Strands any theme any form max 24 lines contest
Date Dec 24 2016
On a trip to Grandmother's,
we'd hear Mother say,
"Your next botany lesson
will soon be on its way."
A visit invariably meant
an immediate tour of her garden,
while the roast in the oven
began to shrivel and harden.
Our stomachs would growl,
our patience would wane,
as she spoke each plant's
history and worth again.
A friend questions
my knowledge of flowers.
Stomachache returns briefly,
recalling all those hours.
Slowly, awareness dawns
of my grandmother's legacy;
a love for earth's harvest
stems from the gift she gave.
Her words wash over me,
the scene before me transposes,
as her voice again expounds
the virtue and fragrance of
Chocolate Fountain Abuse- for the lover
How easily I forget I'm allergic to chocolate
I want to dip the exquisite kosher in a Spanish brandy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
At a store window; a dried up chocolate fantasy goblet
A taste of spoiled milk, nothing dandy with this candy
How easily I forgot I was allergic to chocolate
Snickers Bar, melting under the spotlight for-profit
Not edible, waging unassertive words like a pansy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
Chocolate pop, a candy bar coming out of the closet
There was not much bandy, about this candy
It's easy to forgot I'm allergic to chocolate
Stubby nuts, stomachache, bucket of vomit
Butterflies, flipping when I hear a faucet of cocoa candy
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
Enrobed with small nuts, it dwells under the pocket
Caramel and peanuts American walnut vigilante
How easily I forgot I was allergic to chocolate
Sweet, sweet, cavity tarnish boxes of chocolate
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7/10/14
I found the gateway….To mow (down) any stomachache….
(Touched)
By your sweat….
Liquidated …. any honor… I put, into your heart….
Atomize…. any memory or dream….
Exterminated…. the sound of your…(Voice)….
The battles….The discomfort…. And headaches…
My poor… damage feet, walked everyday….
For amusement and Hanky-panky…..
Was… your , welcome mat…
If I would…. of.... known, oh my….
I woulda, pulled out your.… blueprint….
Then take out my…. Passport….
Leaving your ….horrors and stains behind….
Glorification…. between us, was only a memory or dream….
Sorry….. I don’t know which…
I guess, kill powder…. Passes… in my skin….
Delilah Ventura
Dreadful Fairytale
Stay away from the paint.
You’ll kill yourself on the swing.
The green VW cannot contain all of you.
Change into something more modest.
Sequined slippers sparkle gauche.
It is the pink and kerneled
lures me under the tent of
impossibility. I do not fathom
aviaries of peakcocked humans
reaching for a canvassed sky.
Danger lurks behind the
masks of frantic made up clowns.
Large red lips and big flat feet
horrify me amidst others
sidesplitting crazu glee.
I am with the hawkers’
cotton candy, cracker jacks
until the ring is darkened
and I leave this pit of panic.
All to pay is a stomachache
much too very real.
Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
May 12, 2012
For David Williams Circus contest.
I am stuck in this institution;
Like it’s supposed to be a resolution.
Everything is in mute;
As if I had taken the forbidden fruit.
I didn’t do it, I swear!
As I’m placed into intensive care.
I have an awful stomachache.
Maybe I did make a mistake.
I always seemed to be lazy;
But that day I had gone crazy.
I Must have had a mental blocker.
I left bullet shots in the lockers.
It was quiet with bloodshed;
Then four kids dropped dead.
I was placed in handcuffs.
I guess that’s only fair enough.
The school massacre was spread worldwide.
I told the cops it was the voices; I lied.
Now I lay here all alone.
As I seem quite overgrown.
Lousy Pancakes
Lousy Pancakes
Oughtn't be allowed
Especially when one
Has a limited income
They were meant to be a treat
For me to eat
But I wound up
Dissatisfied
Tongue - bleahed
And disgruntled
Pancakes are meant
To make one's mouth and tummy
Smile
But I am left
With a disagreeable expression
And a stomachache
If only my favorite cafe
Hadn't closed down
I would have not had to settle
For third rate
Lousy
Pancakes