Feel the knot feel the knot
twist and turn, back and forth
nausia gets worse much worse
whats happening
bloated belly a force full relief
first times good, seconds a high class blended treat
a smelly brownish stew
my stomaches waste and rejection
consisting of unwanted vegetables;
cluttered with partial unwanted tainted meat
Yellow pasty stomach vial
bloody broth, colourful fibers
piled in front of me unhealthy toxic relief
mysterious yet obvious pungent odors
spread about through hot steam as would with stewed beef
a work of waste a work of art radiates and exubes from the unhealthy me...
Categories:
stomaches, crazy, poems,
Form: Free verse
The House Guest
You found yourself in a bind
and ask me if I would mind
You say you need a place to stay
it would only be for one day
The day turned into nights
the nights turned into days
Your entire family is here
and drama is all that I hear
No room left for my thoughts
my stomaches tied up in knots
Kids screaming they want fed
and you never put them to bed
You show up with your brood
didn't even bring your own food
I run out to the store
but you want even more
Fighting you are up until dawn
oh how you carry on and on
No offer has yet been made
I am the only one who has paid
Before it was just me
now it's me and you times three
The place is such a mess
I don't need this distress
Expenses explode once more times four
Let me show you to the door
Dysfunctional you are with your spouse
Just get your family out of my house
Categories:
stomaches, anger, break up, character,
Form: I do not know?
A angry sky, as cauld as Loch Lomon'
fair drew me out from cot o' peat, an' bed.
The wolves wus wailin', an' thund'r respond'd
Ah gather'd tam, me tartan, an' dug Red.
To 'orse ah took an' found the 'erd sam 'urt.
The 'ungry wolves 'ad already fed.
Inta the bi'er blaw, the rill ah skirt
thro braes a white, t'ward ham an' fire burnin'
the bleatin' sheep, the 'orse an' ah alert.
We wud mak it hame, stomaches churnin'
O smell the peat fire on the wild wind now,
'ear the cows faint distant ca', a lowin'
'erself wud know, we'r near ta the brow.
Noo, we 'ad beat the storm hame, an' kep' me vow.
Dedicated to Jimbo Goff & James Fraser
and the spirit of Robin Burns
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Categories:
stomaches, absence, culture, faith, farm,
Form: Terza Rima
I turned off the TV
It was just too hard
I couldn't look
Into those tortured eyes
Children
Little children
Surrounded by flies
So weak
Stomaches distended
It hurt to see them cry
I went to bed
It was time to sleep
Comfortable and warm
I counted sheep
Drifting off to a slumber deep
When I awoke
I was on a dirty floor
My body was freezing
I was chilled to the core
Not in a comfy bed anymore
In a room
I didn't recognize
Yet somehow I knew it was home
Me here hungry and all alone
No one to help or pick up a phone
With frail hands
My fingers trace
Cracked lips
An anguished face
I scream out in pain
Yet no one hears
No mom or dad
To wipe these tears
A living nightmare
Beyond my control
The life I imagined someone stole
So now my days are filled with shame
The other me he has no name
If I could go back I wouldn't be the same
I know
I know
I'm part to blame
Do you see me
On your TV
Can you look into my tortured eyes
This body surrounded by filth and flies
You can help don't you realize
Please
I beg you
Don't turn off your TV
I hope I hope
That you can see
I am you and you are me
Inspired by Eileen Ghali's "I am a child" poem
Categories:
stomaches, change, children, innocence, lost,
Form: I do not know?
Sighs...
The anticipation of beloveds fridge door opens with an oh so sigh-worthy.....
PING! ! ! followed by her own generous....
Sigh
She knows i shall ravish her
She really does not mind
The heart pitter patters as the eyes forage
Bounty hunter.... bessie bunters
Eyes dance as bambi's legs
Through the forest of cheese and things that please
And the odd banana dregs
Then
Chocolate... Coca-cola, all things that
Doth so.... tease
(but im on... yet another diet) so not permitted to eat as i do so please
I hate my skinny family the ones for which i dote
For whom i loving fill said fridge
With things I'd so love to munch
but wont
My mind is starved my stomaches gutted
My soul is crushed and spat
Ill walk away with just
A
Lettuce leaf
Convince my self... that
It is tasty its just devine
It is my just dessert
And watch my child with a big ice-cream
Boy it dunn arf hurt.....
Categories:
stomaches, devotion, food, love,
Form: Free verse
She is remarkable
So befitting of such beauty
So innocent in nature
So comfortable in that skin she's in
And it shows
In every step
Every sway
Every breath
And in anyway
You'll see it..
You'll see her
But passing the obvious beauty I start to notice the little things
The way smiles creep up when I recite a joke
The way sighs slip out when I step away
The way that one rebellious hair streams down the corners of her face
Into just the right spot
Deeming the beauty in a mess..
And over whelmed in the duality
Of her perfection in imperfection
I lose control
Eyes locked in contact
Breaths slow in sync
Palms sweat
Hearts drop into pits of stomaches
As a blissful kiss draws near..
Then a thought..
Then a tear..
And with fear
I digress....
Not because I'm scared of sharing our love as one.
Not because I'm scared
Its just so hard to share what's right when
Her mere company takes my breath away
Categories:
stomaches, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, beauty,
Form: Free verse
love of butter,
in pancake fashion,
frying,toasting,
cooking with passion,
better cooked,
then eaten raw,
impatiance is,
my only flaw,
the aroma,
calls my name,
growling stomaches,
are to blame,
for the mess,
i've created,
my hunger though,
has been sated.
spelling mistakes and love.
Categories:
stomaches, caregiving, food, funny, happiness,
Form: Rhyme