Unctuous Poems

A Triad of Haiku III

Small, Unctuous frog,

Squatting on his lily pad,

Only yawns to eat.
--------------------------------------

Gaudy cherry trees,

Fearful of a rising wind,

Grip their blossoms tight.
--------------------------------------

The stream's headwaters

Have not yet seen the valley;  

Nor we yet Heaven.
--------------------------------------

Snippets of Spring vol 2

Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes

Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes

Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks

Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing

Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious

Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly protrudes

Inspires rhyming platitudes about gratitude...fires fresh

Attitudes across a range of altitudes & latitudes

Sprinkling wryly of vintner's drily sparkle...ends strange debacle...

Skint stints of wily skinflint winter’s splinters..with hints of now..Spring sprints

But also somehow.. if one squints..get an inkling of change..

Glints of summer's tints slyly twinkling

Upsets and Underdogs

Kiwi Cricket's Shangri La...


"Can still hear the deafening din of the Indian crowd chagrin.

Stunned shell shocked silence at mandarins' sins.

Yet somehow still so loud

Like thunder down under in the proud

Land of the long white cloud.

Daring to dream of derring do plunder.

Upsets’ unctuous umami.

Shocks’ sumptuous serendipity.

Cast asunder as against the odds.

Hallowed Gods' anguished..felled & fallowed.

Kiwis vanquished the voodoo of Indian home hoodoo.

This purple patch, so perversely plush...got a hunch.

Would make even Prince blush, proud as ribena punch.

Sporting nirvanas cavorting with crepuscular career nadirs.

Can’t pillory this Test expedition, like the Everest conquest & Hillary.

Black cap sedition…Indian perdition.

Tradition debunked by spunky funk.

Not once, not twice but thrice.

Teeming..awash with gleaming beaming white.

Emancipation...damnation & salvation.

The Indian’s cardinal sin…not being able to play spin.

No way you can naysay.. just 

Another Bill Murray Groundhog day.

As we learned..the underdog winner.. we yearned had turned.

Fat cats burned & stats spurned..into a dog's dinner."

The White Line

Ever snorted cocaine? 
I watched some partiers snort cocaine last night,
in a dark, Manhattan nightclub corner celebration.
But I’ve never crossed that line. The white line.

When offered some, with unctuous camaraderie, 
I shrugged and said, “No, sorry, I’m allergic.” 
What are you supposed to say, “Crack is whack,” 
or “I prefer my coke with rum and ice?”
The white line. I don’t cross the line.

It’s not the first time, of course, I saw more drugs
in high school than I have at Yale. I’ve mostly seen 
“study drugs,” there, like provigil, adderall and alza (concerta).
Do they give students an advantage? I don’t know, maybe.
Call me a boxcut or a squarepants, but my parents are doctors,
and I just don’t cross those lines - those little white lines.
.
.
Webster: Unctuous: “an obvious, fake friendliness”

Slang: ‘boxcut’ ot ‘squarepants’ = a square, a no fun party-pooper

*I use artistic license for colors: for instance, adderall can be a blue, orange or yellow pill.

Linen and Lace

She lived to be the oldest of a staid, 
unremarkable bourgeois family.
Lavender and off-white lace,
complemented her black ruffled attire.
She played the Granddame with much aplomb,
the matriarch of her passionless clan.

Occasionally her offspring
and her offspring’s offspring came to her for money,
a few with questions, appeals, unctuous compliments
She offered only sneers, curled and haughty lips.

In her days there were giants on earth,
they did not reach just for the middle shelves.
Their thoughts were painted hot-air balloons,
they imagined rocket ships made out of 
bicycle parts.

Was it her fault that humanity had shrunk?
Day after day she gave audience 
to unimaginative midgets, the small minded 
affronted by her regal demeanor.

When she died they gathered
to pick the spoils,  unfortunately for them
she had  long disinherited her fortune 
considering her kindred all just cheap satin
stitched over bovine buttocks.

Abstractions

Lithesome words like ‘love’, ‘loyalty’
And ‘liberty’
Lie, like mollusks on the sea
Bed; closed clam shut
Not revealing
Anything but
An unctuous feeling
And when prized open
By a devouring question
The contents give one
Indigestion.
So let’s not swallow
Such squirming terms
These loathsome, lithesome, worming words.
Meaningless and absurd
But if they are our sole default,
Let us take them with a pinch of salt.

© Barry Freeman – 18th September 2020

Lobster Shells

This bowl of lobster shells 
looks very pretty
and yet so sad.
The bright red carcasses 
all cracked and emptied out
have served me well
with their luscious innards
of tender sweet flesh
unctuous with brine and butter
that sated me
and gratified 
my deep-sea desires
for this ultimate
New England joyance 
on this
muggy Summer day.
If I had 
any ambition left,
I'd dump these
scarlet remnants
into a big ol' pot
and toss in
onions,
bay leaves
and peppercorns
for a savory
perfumed stock.
But for now
I'm glued 
to my chair
happily lobster drunk
and in a buttery haze
and licking my
salty fingers 
for any last residue
of that 
resplendent crustacean
now reduced 
to a heap of shells
in an old glazed bowl
on a lemon-yellow afternoon
somewhere on the coast
wondering how long
I can last
until the feeling 
comes again
and I don my old stained bib
and haul out 
the nutcracker and pick
and get the butter drawn
for another
Homarus americanus 
adventure
and find myself
staring down
a new warm mound
of cracked and emptied
lobster shells.

Bigots Assumers and Wallies

Your nose looks like it’s avoiding the smell coming up from your toes, you stick it in my business assume half the show and there you go ranting in an unctuous fashion slideshow of passion as you start thrashing a subtle superior bashing try and play down your snoot forgetting what suits as you honk your honour with contradictions full hollow concerning yourself with yourself and branding others supercilious as though super serious issues are confused away delirious as you don’t see the relevance with your narcissistic outlook and self absorbed intelligence assured you’re enlightened while others petty fighting up there on your balcony talk of level unity while you stare down assumably, remove yourself if you don’t know don’t tell me how I should go

Admiration

Into her eyes I enter, free of unctuous pretense, my daughter, so I can feel it all as she.

Unctuous Byproduct

Grease the binary palms ...
singular greed motive,
zero moral qualms

Paper cancer in the brain — 
MRI diagnosis
(make riches increase)
reveals a tumorous mental condition:
Malignant Reptilian Imaging

Scaly thoughts
of poor widow inheritance devouring
Integrity bought ... 
bottom feeders bank account scouring

Saliva secretions are amphibian amoral alien;
acidic lust spittle salivating,
queen Borg demands be ere evergreen pagan

Moss-colored bile offering 
is an unctuous byproduct of ink greed
Slimy covetous proclamations
strip the pockets of those most in need
Bottom line projections
show gluttus in reel time parasitic feed
Darth Vader holographics
is a leech reality of virtual insensitivity

Waste landfill spill on a moral bleed ...
unctuous byproduct
yields a gutter harvest of dirty deeds

6-19-18

soft
smooth
creamy
luscious
unctuous
succulent
decadence
firm
yielding
delicate
sin

twice

I Cannot Be Around You

I feel a chafing around you

With your coarse attitude

You're grotesque ego means nothing to me

You harangue in your hoarse tones

Anyone who you feel opposes you

I find you ignorant and arrogant in truth

Unctuous and obstreperous you be

Vacant of beauty manifesting all that's ugly

Yet through all of your toxicity

Know that I will be here for you

Should you seek to change your attitude

And discover your love and light

That resides deep inside of you

Beneath that darkness, anger and hate

And find the fortitude to eradicate

And wipe these negativities away.

Ode To Bacon

O thee I praise, and I sure ain’t fakin’
The fairest ether of carnal substance, our bacon!

That unctuous crunch so satisfying
I can already hear my fat cells sighing

Yea, about you there’s not one thing faulty
You make fried eggs so impeccably salty

A special treat from the Lord, yes I dig
Which is why he hid you inside a pig

Kindly don’t regard me a barbarian,
But you’re proof that God's no vegetarian

There is no shame in how I thee adore
I’d even pick you up after six seconds on the floor

Sweet minutes after, the glorious aftertaste lingers
Extra can be found on my greasy fingers

O dear Lord, may we never run out
Of the sweetest treat behind the muddy snout!

5/16/16
© Thomas W. Quigley

Contemplations of An Existentialist

Life secretly offering fleeting moments of happiness… but the underlying sadness creeps through; the grief of human condition always seeps through from the unconscious. I always imagined it as the watery liquid separating from the unctuous and the solid matter of the brain as a pervading force that relentlessly pursued my happiness.
I am reminded often that this life offers no protracted security of contentment only taunting bits of joy.
Is that what we must satisfy ourselves with then? We are to be grateful solely for the passing seconds of joy.
In this life we are offered only an empire of dirt and the subconscious encumbered with the knowledge that we are merely destined become part of that empire.

The Words Came Out

THE WORDS CAME OUT ...

I am the mannequin metal hinges rusted articulations
The unfeeling solid dead wood that swirls with patterns
The unctuous rat flickering black eyed damp molasses tipped fur he's
wet drenched sweat
runs circles in my brain fur like nicotine stains run run running rat
in my brain as I fret
He smiles as he circles round again "you will die soon" wiggles his
whiskers and runs again

The death of you comes on in an instant no glint of  shimmering hope
Hot air speak words forming vibration carried anvil to drum send the
message straight through. a punctured symphonic cacophony
No arrow more materially solid can outdo words   This will kill you.

Words,words, words they are naught but air imbued with magical quality
of affecting reality changing futures, fabricating pasts. They wage
wars they posses power--- to kill, heal, entice, steal, excite, defy you,
eulogize you ---death in an instant by words The words: I don't love
you anymore.

• Short Unctuous Poems
• Famous Unctuous Poems
• Best Unctuous Poems
• Read Unctuous Poems
• Long Unctuous Poems
• Unctuous Quotes