Undigested Poems

Undigested

Undigested

Strife in These
De-Knighted States:

It POWS!
To Decrease
Your World Player.

Hey!

You're "kidding,"
RIGHT???

"Sick, Sick, Sick."

-Gray Squirrel

02-23-2025

A Book Reread

I see, looking through a novel read long ago
that most of the story I had overlooked
or misunderstood.

Strings of decades are often a compendium
a journey disjointed by sinkholes and rockfalls;
a digest often left undigested.

If I perused that old book again
went back with a red and blue pencil,
it would no longer be an autobiography
but an 'us' book.

Fact is, you were my collaborators
in these diverse plots,
blameless participants in a tale
I was creating heedlessly
with not a few omissions and fictional asides.

Time of Confusion

What I see is a stage full of fools
What I hear is a script filled with neglected words
what lies beyond those words is a mystery to me
what is going on isn't going away very soon 
Empty words written in the time of confusion
for talk is cheap written on paper
thrown into the blazing fire and 
the burning ashes fly away into darkness
and the clouds bleed tears

History has 'god' on its side but the Bible 
remains unopened undigested carried like a trophy
and thrown into the bonfire of lies
Gold to the actors with their devilish smiles
Empty pockets emptied souls for spectators
Who is this 'god' of silver and gold
The answer remains unopened and undigested
for the Bible is carried like a trophy
and thrown into the bonfire of lies


Frank Black Blacharczyk

A Hunters Day

Buzzards are circling, hawks are screaming,
in the backyard crows are tearing into a dead pigeon.
Songbirds are not singing
but watch silently from the hedgerow.
This is a day for the predator's,
a black cat slinks through the trees
looking for a free-range lunch.
As a lad I used to shoot small birds
with a pellet gun,
now I shiver in the noon day sun,
hoping that the claws and razor beaks
will fade away to a place
where children never kill for thrills.
A land where pigeons fly unmolested -
undigested.

A Graveyard For Cows and Pigs

A famous cowboy actor died 
 thirty pounds of undigested meat 
greeted the coroners
from the bowel of his belly 

They probably did not mean for this to get out
but it did  unfortunately 
because it was disgusting
and this was years ago, and still I think of it

I am a cow-eater and a pig-eater
I like my hamburgers bacon, roasts, and pork loin.
I know they are not good for me, so some day I may give them up
But for now,
for me,
I am better than okay with ….
being a graveyard for cows and pigs.

Anatomy

Anatomy 

Soaping in when having a shower 
it struck me I have a nice rounded bum
it has three main functions
to sit on, to make me look good in jeans
and to let the undigested escape 
without any hindrance.
I can not say the same about my stomach
it is too big and sags
Nothing is perfect I´m okay with that
and drink my cold beer.

Woodpecker Foot

cringing
beaten
slumped over
nightmares 
of revenge --
STRANGLE him
hug mother
for dear life!-- 
startling awake
nauseous
sweaty
woodpecker foot
relentlessly taps
not my fault
don't hit me...
dinner table food
spasming 
mangled by 
screams, curses
roars its way
back up
undigested
will I die first

The Notebook

The Notebook
Written: by Tom Wright
7-8-2016

Life is a notebook aged and wrinkled by time,
Margins are littered with names and number.
Of those sharing, who’ve made my life sublime,
Some long whispered into in depth slumber.

Pages containing thoughts, some undigested,
And others having succumbed to life’s fade.
Revealing times of busyness when oft I rested,
And periods of obedience to things God bade.

Won’t be a best seller, but unnoticed, in time,
So for those who had parts in making it so.
Remember those times when life was prime,
I raise my glass and salute you, before I go.

The Nearer Peace

The nearer  peace,more savage are the acts
Abhorrent to the atheist in us all.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks

As we whites  did evil to the black
With little difference, hate  for glory calls.
The nearer  peace, the more savage the acts

All of us can  disremember facts
Israeli hands  have gripped and then appalled.
History, undigested ,splits and cracks

As ,with Bomber Harris, Dresden packed
Burned  like grass the refugees to ghouls
The nearer  peace, the more savage the acts

We deny the  healing  we have lacked
For Jesus' Jews we let be killed ,de-souled
History, undigested ,splits and sticks

Palestine’s own Arabs are  ill ruled
And in return,  explode  like stubborn mules
The nearer love, the more  the  hatred whacks
History., inconceivable,   directs

Requisition

verse 1-Pulling at my skin, some how I resist the sin, no matter the depth in the temptation, pushing in the pull, we all live with one regret, living in the button that enables a reset,

chorus-  you make me want more,
i don't care if i'm poor,
you will never watch me walk out that door,
this is my trains last stop,
you make my world beautiful

verse 2- peeling off my scabs just to reopen wounds,
regretting the pain and making me appreciate everything in you,
if you ask any questions you will get the undigested truth.

chorusx3

Mind Game

>A mind game
Played on someone over time can maim
Crippling their sense of truth
For unlike the follies of youth
Thought
Is something that is not taught?
Indeed, much learning is encouraged by rote repetition
Yet for the most part the human condition
Communicates by sharing thoughts
Learning the mutual value of each others ought’s
Many of which we take on undigested
Even if hotly contested
Rarely do we absorb and understand our actions 
How inadvertently we are caught up in chain reactions
Truth to be real needs a personal assent
It is not just a question of intent
Or belief being something to confess
Or profess
For a belief in God of whatever creed
Entails looking at and appreciating the reality of our need
For something beyond the machinations of the mind
A revelation of a wholly other kind
A profound recognition of something other
And our responsibility to one another
For life is not ours to deploy 
As if the world was a toy
Jane Tatum©>

Fire's Demise

When wildfires flare beyond tame,
hot ash burns and sting the eye.
And a scorching tongue of flame
laps smoke from a blackened sky.

Being both judge and jury
fuels fire's desire to feed.
And to avoid its fury
frightened animals stampede.

Plumes of smoke conceal a heart
of incinerating heat.
And cinders fall far apart,
offering little retreat.

Embers smolder in its wake
from branches consumed in haste.
And ash turns the air opaque,
bits of undigested waste.

Hungry, it chews a wide track
till the wind shifts, and it dies.
And adept at fighting back,
nature hastens fire's demise.


(Quatrain)


1/19/2016

The Story of My Uniform

It's in a turtle soup shop where I'm employed
It's my duty to cook vomit-inducing soup turtle
which no decent human palate could stand;
a horrid job and a salary which is even worse,
an insult to my brilliant overdeveloped mind;
Not to mention the iniquitous schedule,
though there's something much worse:
the appalling uniform which is an insult
to a nonfrivolous mind like mine;
and in no way instrumental in contributing
to social elegance but a pathological attack
on good taste and gumption!
a distorted regurgitation of undigested
food for thought!
A lavender cup with the grotesque company logo!
The unsightly checked fuchsia and gray pants!
And to top it all: a striped khaki and purple poncho!
My odious uniform! Imported from Togo!
A lovely idea had the company's honcho!
An idea that my Togolese friend rejects!
I hug him! I look up to him!
'Cause he abhors both poncho and honcho!
Cripes! Yikes!
Dinner's ready! Yucky turtle soup I shall regurgitate!

Christmas Out of the Body Experience

A few nights before Christmas
all was quiet in the apartment
except for a few ghosts milling about in it

Before I went to bed 
to rest my head
I thought of the words of a friend
who once said 

You are not out of your mind
dreaming you are wide awake
not in your body but another fourth dimension
to your self please be kind 

In the middle of the night
came a demanding knock 
like Ebenezer Scrooge I was in a fright

Could it be just the wind
or a piece of undigested fruitcake
Could it be just my imagination
or could it be my very end

Not knowing what to do in the situation
I find myself walking in my living room
furniture was missing and the feeling was ghostly white
dead Aunt singing like Ella Fitzgerald in syncopation 

The dead are here
The dead are real
Do not be afraid
The dead are on the other side-there  

To the front door I went
with much anticipation
to the front portal I went
with much exasperation

But next an orange- red morning sky
the sun has risen to my surprise
in the same living room now bathe in light adorn
like a Christmas greeting card
was left on the floor a picture of me
which was not there the night before

The Eye of the Beast

The cold hit me, it froze my soul 
The last gasp of air knocked from my body 
Down, down, down in some deep dark wet hole 
I was lost I was gone, there would be no more me. 

I opened my eyes and looked into known death 
The eye of a beast stared back. 
I knew that I was holding my breath 
Yet desperately trying to claw my way back. 

Its teeth the beast then did bare 
The jaws opened wide and it expelled 
The last meal devoured, how would I fare? 
The last of the air in my lungs I held. 

Bones and bodies of undigested food did surround 
My eyes open wide, fear did abound 
Was I to be the last meal of the beast? 
Was it on me that it was now going to feast? 

Prayers hurled through my jangled mind 
Thoughts of would any of my body they find 
My parents no funeral would they have for me 
As the meal of this beast I knew I was going to be. 

© GG 16/08/2103

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