Around the kitchen
I was bumbling
with pots and pans
see me fumbling
for something yummy
with an empty tummy
it was rumbling
took a long hard look
and now I'm mumbling
as there's not a lot to cook
but bread crusts crumbling
long past their sell-by date
it's ever-so humbling
but there's no point at all
this late in grumbling
about standing the heat
or beating a retreat
but better yet than
simply stumbling
out of the frying pan
and into the fire tumbling
VORACIOUS APPETITE
My washing machine ate a sock today.
This time it was a blue one.
Last week, it had a taste for red
And worse, it was a new one.
I’ve read the user’s manual
To make sure I’m doing things right,
But I can’t find any reference
To the wretched thing’s appetite.
I now have a drawer full of odd socks,
I’m completely inundated.
I suppose they might come in handy,
Should I have a leg amputated.
But now I’ve found a solution.
It was obvious I suppose.
I’ve bought a pair of sandals.
You don’t wear socks with those.
A precocious young girl named Genevieve
could read at a pace not to be believed.
Her recall was sublime,
“That’s A Wrinkle in Time!”
Seeing one page in an ad, she perceived.
Voracious eater
Courageously devours
Large quantities of
Oysters and snails
Drowning Them
Making no big deal of
His Edacious Manner
A Vibrant, Voracious Viewer
Remember being vibrant, voracious viewer,
Who of people and countries took a tour;
Many commented,
And even hinted,
Trump exceeded what they could endure.
Jim Horn
Voracious Animals
Animals in nature are categorized by their feeding habits...
For the ferocious meat eaters, they are by nature carnivorous...
Their hapless preys, they are torn to pieces, gnawed and chewed....
There there are the plants feeders, the herbivores, munching and grazing in peace....
Caught between these two is the human species, meat and plants eating....
Mercilessly effective, humans devour meat and plants endlessly....
The human species, we are omnivorous in our feeding patterns....
But going viral, there is yet a 4th grouping in the human animal..
Umnovorous, a new breed of high powered and high flying human individuals...
Feeding brazenly on all kinds of money, perpetually thieving from the people...
Question remains, how do such gregarious animals feed...
Do they chew, gnaw or do they swallow complete...
All those ill gotten Malaysian Ringgit, heavens forbid?
Vigilant the soul must be as walks among the voracious beasts of evil waiting for it to devour!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 June 2017
Voracious and Spacious
My poems have become a success
And spread out and also spacious;
The next thing that I then knew,
Was now a horrible Horn haiku
Readers loved vibrant and voracious.
We are learning what writing meant;
Heard about great place called Ghent;
There ability to write people possess
And never distress or ever depress;
More time on writing I have spent.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
173 Shadowood Court SE
Bolivia, NC 28422
Ghent is an area near
Norfolk, Virginia.
Devoured by intensity,
words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
like a spirited ******
whetting a voracious thirst,
plunging in for another swallow
of adoration's satiated climax
A voracious search
Yesterday I met him he was alive like me
Assured to pay dues of life building confidence
Knowing though the cycle of life
Uncertain about when and why
Death bell can come to knock alarmingly why while!
I let him go seeing his back, head, waist and feet
Assurance stood yes, yes he is walking
Wait, why not for a while!
Evening passed night prevailed singing
Previous melodies of days shadowed in mind
Rung of the bell hit the pace of heart why early
Morning crow gestured sure today will find fine
A class of life moved for the meal of the day
Milkman shouted for empty pot to fill for newly born
Sketching multiple dimensions
I lifted the pot for oven
Shy show of nature was crawling as if lame
Remembering yesterday I met him he was alive like me
A fear of catastrophe groomed in mind being volatile
Time elapsed not waiting me and my solaces
Never, he came to see me to pay dues of life
Later burning heart determined where about his stay
May be my search will be ditched in the pool of survey.
A beckoning charmer,
Desire’s erogenous Flower
gratifies homage.
I justly kneel…
Love must now obey
Pleasure’s quest ridden subjugation
till unchaste voracious waves, xenogenous, yield zealotry.
For Charlotte Puddifoot’s Sensual ABC Contest
September 25, 2015
In a bright and rosy room, with an open poetry book,
the red-haired lady voraciously reads verses,
perhaps that are about love that softens her look;
doesn't she, with a heavenly smile, show praises?
With her back gently leaning against the loveliest orange tree,
her left hand holds a fragile orange blossom as in a painting,
this Victorian Age woman enters the exciting world of poetry...
is it Keats, Longfellow or Burns who keeps her voraciously reading?
If we could read her thoughts that flee to the nearest, brightest cloud,
we assume that they will reach in seconds the quietest place;
don't we notice that a glow of grace shines on her smooth face?
And although alone, every verse she reads can make that poet proud!
Utopian only in the eyes of the incipient yet vastly virtuous inverse commanding
leagues of the damned. Unbound in a secular disposition it rots, the treaty of the
voracious. A reciprocal nexus lapsing into a grave valor. Inter-dimensional seals torn
asunder for control. Looping utopia, learning untold evil.
He feigns the astute overture which solemnly reigns oppressing. His head clouded
from mars to infinity, a perpetual black power convolutes through metaphysical
peripheries. Infinite is the torture granted from this being. Interdimensional
branding lays hollow in vein of mind control. Such is the vicariously voracious
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.