"bbq" poems
At the Zoo
Patriots and faux exhibit and binge on synonyms of liberty printed on beer and underwear
Advertising what should be unspoken and inspired to pervert and romanticize
Preludes to the parades and finale above us all
Weeks of saturated irony
Cuckoo bird irony and BBQ
As they reform Phoenix, rebirth of distractions and thievery
Predators in ally ways pursing America's diamonds and legs
Then gunpowder
Gunpowder of colors and cuckoos
Layers of streets in gunpowder
Towns built of gunpowder
Sky is gunpowder
We are born addicted to led and gunpowder
Gunpowder ****** in the air
Success, display and diversion and more gunpowder to ingest.
The Grand Finale
The Volta of the evening
The hammer of the judge
*** appeal of death and nature flexing it's muscles-
show us some skin!
Covering your ears
Eyes fastened-
Ready to burrow back to mothers womb
Binged and free
Chinese celebration hijacked
Red, White and Blue
And a moment of silence
Orchestrated onomatopoeia in heaven
Chorus of arousal on Earth
Band marching war machines in hell
The showdown of 241 years!
This freedom we are all grateful to only talk about
Only free to battle shackling intoxication
Men and women tugging extra weighted offspring
Sulking for indoors and portable addiction
Chanting three letter obedience
God being counted by his blessings
Fear and Statism in every breathe for salvation from our stick swatted enemies
Checkpoints that serve and protect asking for a toll;
liberty synonyms.
Arresting the too free
At the Zoo,
The cuckoos regaining reality.
The phoenix red eye and held under oath
To the next day where we are back
To hate each others freedom, again.
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
hot white sun
toasty warm sand
seas that smile at the night sky
icy strawberry lemonade
liquor and bbq
ripe peaches and pineapples
ahhhhh...the perfect setting
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Bilang na ang aking maliligayang araw.
dalawa na lang. Kung isasama yung pangakong panlilibre ng lomi
ng mga kasamahan sa pabrika sa unang restday matapos ang endo-
tatlo. At ganito pala ang feeling ng may taning.
Para kang nasa nilulumot na aquarium na walang oxygen
at goldfish kang kasama ng dalawang golden arowana.
Hindi ka makahinga.
Sa a kinse, matuloy man o hindi ang balitang super-bagyo
Tapos na ang limang buwang kontrata.
Matatapos na rin ba ang hindi naumpisahang pagsinta?
Tulad ng paghahanap ng mga skater sa kanilang skate park,
matatagpuan ko rin ba ang lakas loob at habambuhay na hindi na?
Kaya naman kaninang tanghalian, wala akong kwentong maihain sa iyo.
Parang habambuhay ko ngang uubusin yung inorder kong BBQ
kanin at RC.
Paano ko ba sasabihing baka isa na ito sa huling dalawang tanghalian na sabay tayong kakain?
Paano ko ba sasabihin na sa maraming pagkakataon na sabay tayong kumakain,
nagtitipid ako at hindi naman talaga ako nagugutom.
Gusto lang kita makasama kasi parang gusto na kita.
Pero tulad ng inililihim kong pagtatapos ng aking kontrata
Hindi mo alam.
Hindi mo alam na ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit masarap ang simoy ng hangin sa loob ng pabrika
kahit wala naman talagang bintana at inuubong industrial fan lang ang meron tayo.
Hindi mo alam kung anong kapanatagang nararamdaman ko
tuwing sinasabihan mo akong mag-iingat ako
tuwing uwian kahit ang totoo, hindi natin kakilala ang kaligtasan
at kapanatagan sa pabrikang walang fire exit
at benefits.
Yun talaga yun, hindi mo alam.
Pero alam mo naman sigurong salot talaga ang kontraktwalisasyon?
At maramot talaga sa mga lovestory nating mga below-minimum-wage-earners
at contractual workers ang sistema ng paggawa sa Pilipinas.
Sa mga susunod na bukas, ikaw naman ang mag-e-endo.
Baka mapunta ka sa Savemore na tadtad din ng kontraktwal.
At masnatch ang numero mo at hindi na kita matatawagan.
At ako, baka sa hirap humanap ng trabaho maisangla ko ang aking telepono.
At isang monumentong singlaki ng Mall of Asia ang itatayo sa pagitan nating dalawa.
Kasalanan ito ni Ernesto Hererra.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
Vb
a mans drink
only consumed by AFL players
i dont play but i still drink it
dont even give a ****
yolo
mr patch is a ***** bich
keen for that vb when i get home, in the fridge
need a new carton
******* hell maclean high has the cross country today
dont even wanna go
wanna drink my vb
keen for some steak and pork
with a side of vb
aussie mate, get some stickes on my commy
vb stickers
oi **** come round later for a bbq
and a vb
tru auzie
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
**** bomb
monsoon girl
thunder roll with falling arms
the war of hot ****
flicker hive
i take your head while your mouth rims
chatters and wimps
your feet kicking
limbs slant wide
all desperate sliding
my ribs infernos
i'm your
BBQ
your my hot pepper stew
on a killer bed
your soul
eager torn clouds
a dragging nail tongue
sends you alabaster screams
like a winged sun drinking blood
your saliva diamond drool
black braids around ghost throat
a hemophilic dance
your center a wheezing fortress
my foot prints on your face
and
muddy kisses
that cant wait*
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
I got no more ***** on my arms, vaginal schemes and gospel psalms. Very private skinny tribes, lit up with oversized black lights. In the very end, everybody walks this way, they all move like idioms, they all wanna be lit up like stars. Some could be prevalent like cascading dreams, nauseous just like mesquite BBQ baby-back wings.
Fly away little bird, fly away. But don't try to leave
Or you won't get paid.
I know very well, just what kinda caption your capsaicin
Can be, lit up like honey blunts, golden stars on top of your christmas tree. Strawberry Swisher Sweets, Blueberry Dunhill flavors, poke your hand through the fence, make friendly on your neighbors. If you like Kimmel Live, Conan at Midnight too, recipes for the zombies, SS ****** Youth. Blow-up and be a party. Get off work and drink your check. Get down, get off- I'll show you. Just how Martin pays the rent.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:21 AM UTC
AUSTRALIA DAY, BY THE BBQ
CHEER CHEER FOR THE CROWD YS SEE
THE PEOPLE WHO COME TO YOUR BBQ
YOU SEE YOU COOK SAUSAGES A VERY NICE COLD COKE
AND EACH MAN HAS BEER
YEAH YOU SEE EVERYONE YOU SEE WILL PARTY YESEREE
YEAH IT’S ANOTHER AUSTRALIA DAY BY THE BBQ
I BRING OUT 6 ESKIES WITH 400 BEERS
THIS WILL MAKE THE MEN HAPPY
OH BLODDY ****** DEAR
YOU SEE, THERE IS A FEW WELL DONE STEAKS AND A FEW EGG AND BACON ROLLS
OH YEAH, ****** COOL
YOU SEE WE SIT BY THE LAKE IN OUR BLUE AUSSIE GEAR
AND WATCH THE LOVELY FIREWORKS, YEAH, LET’S GRAB US ANOTHER BEER
DON’T FORGET, THERE IS OUR THEORY, DUDE, LAMB LAMB LAMB OH DEAR
YEAH LAMB WILL PUT IN THE A IN AUSTRALIA DAY, YEAH IT WILL OH YEAH
THEN A MAN CAME UP TO ME, AND TOLD ME WATCHA DOING
ARE YOU ENJOYING AUSTRALIA DAY, LIKE IT’S A DAY WORTH CELEBRATING
I HAVE BEEN TO CITIES, THAT HAVE A LOT OF PENANG
FROM FLORIDA, CHICAGO AND THE GREAT BUDAPEST
AND NO MATTER HOW FAR OR HOW WIDE YA ROME
YOU CAN ALWAYS CALL AUSTRALIA
A PERFECT PLACE TO HAVE BBQs, ON JANUARY 26TH
AND WE CHEER COME ON AUSSIR COME ON, YEAH, COME ON AUSSIE COME ON
YA KNOW EACH BOWLER IS COMING DOWN LIKE A MACHINE
THE OPPOSTION IS PLAYING NUMSKULL GAMES IN THE GREEN
WE ARE SCORING RUNS, THROW OUT YA CHEWING GUM
AQND THIS IS THE GREATEST AUSTRALIA DAY, THAT WE’VE EVER SEEN
GO AND HAVE LAMB ON AUSTRALIA DAY
AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE, OI OI OI
HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY DUDES
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
hi dudes
i am in a good mood, i am doing the bbq tomorrow
and i tipped
kangaroos over essendon kangaroos won
adelaide over st kilda adelaide won
hawthorn over melbourne hawthorn won
GWS over carlton, GWS won
sydney over geelong, sydney won
west coast over gold coast, west coast won
and if fremantle beat western bulldogs
and collingwood beat richmond
and port adelaide beat brisbane
i have tipped all the winners of this round
i am doing the bbq tomorrow in kippax
hoping i grab the second full winner
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
I don't think in going against anyone all I want is to be happy. I've found love in doing things even though others hate on me or judge. I haven't been writing but it kept calling me to do so!
I think about how I stick my neck our and get ******* over but that's got to change. I don't hang out with many ppl but the ones who are their for me I truly appreciate. I BBQ'd on Friday ppl like the grub so that made my day, I practiced with my cousin I help her get better with get softball skills. We could play all day but she got tired it was a change of pace.
I enjoyed wrestlemania my cousin and I had fun bonding with one another. We watched classic cartoons from our childhood. Life's good I'm avoiding the ppl who **** me off and don't do anything for me and have the nerve to be judging me.
I'm enjoying classic music I got myself a chuck berry album. I want to get ray Charles next! I watch YouTube videos for music
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
**I need a BBQ Queen!
Someone that can sit easy on me.
Drink and be merry
while all my friends flurry.
She can throw her arms around me
then scold me in a hurry!
I need a BBQ Queen
its that time you see
where spring is in the air
and flames of passion leave smokey
sweet smelling scents
driving my neighbors out to circle
my well kept innocence.
I need a BBQ Queen
To bend and lean
to smile and provide
this simple yet quaint lifestyle
that is just mine.**
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Wrist knows first as warm sauce slides past, then mouth confirms, great barbecue.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 4:45 PM UTC
No fireworks
No flags
No noise
No people
No BBQ
No noise
No potato salad
No fire crackers cracking
No noise
No red white and blue
No drums banging
No noise
I have no where
to go on this 4Th
of July so
idealy
there
is
no
noise.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
Brother Bear (your name in English)
once again we meet in joy.
Soon our laughter rolls across the fields
and plains and forests, boy.
My best friend, my twin although
you're twin years younger than I am.
Still in many ways superior to this
rough and rugged man.
*Hark, I feel my stomach shiver.
I can hear my liver sigh.
I can sense my brain's uneasiness,
I hear my kidneys cry.
I can feel my long intestine curling up
and screaming WHY!?
I can smell the smoke from meat ablaze
across the summer sky.*
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
Sugar strikes us down
You see everyone will have so many spoonfuls of sugar in
Certain foods and drinks
Like Coke and donuts and tomato and BBQ sauce
And Mountain Dew is definately not dew of the mountains it has caffeine and sugar in it
And the brain says have sugar cause it gives us energy well it is just fake energy
I used to drink a big bottle of Coke doing a poetry concert on YouTube and despite I might have felt happy if was just fake happy
I like the colours of pizza and Coke and hamburgers and loliies and other soft drinks but the colours mean nothing
I developed obesity
Because the sugar in my diet was too much
I ate a big rolly poly cake
And every Easter I like the big chocolate bunny
In 2013 I was running to burn all the sugar but I ate more sugar to build up my weight when or if I stopped running
I didn't really feel good great
At the poetry Slam sure I read my poem and was cheered off the stage but I felt very itchy and tired and yes everyone liked me and they thought I was cool but I had cracked feet and tinnea on my feet and now I have exthma on my legs I was very unhealthy
My brain was telling me I need sugar it gives me energy and Coke adds life to your day
Well that is a bunch of crap
Especially when aborigines eat healthy food can give on to sucrose and fructose but then again I did and I got obesity
I have just made a choice to start working with a personal trainer who told me to watch a show called that sugar film teaching me that sugar can really dominate your life in foods you will never think had it but junk food is bad
I could relate to one boy who wanted to get dentures after having very unhealthy teeth
But the pain of the dentist drill
Forced him to rethink his decision still wanting to have soft drink
Even the party drink in alcohol would be bad for you because they can have sugar as well and you can party with water which might be better and you can also have a berry which makes things sweeter like a lemon and a chilli and apple cider vinegar
But sugar is in that berry
You can bet your ****** oath
You see sugar is the big bad wolf of the diet world
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC
Earth in scorching heat,
Man is boiling as she stews,
Frogs cooking in pond.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC
We're very much alike.
Poetry is our inspiration,
we were born writers.
People call us BBQ sauce snobs
wine connoisseurs
and brothers.
But he likes to dance
at night--
in the headlights
when the air pierces the skin.
His deep dark pockets
are an oblivion of cigarettes
and full minis of Jack.
Remind's me of Harpo.
He walks like a snake slithers--
body swaying
and a gleaming mischievous twinkle
in his eye.
We both enjoy crisp, autumn days,
but he prefers them cloudy--
dark.
He says it brings out the color
in the reds and orange leaves jumping off the trees to twist in the breeze.
Listening to stand-up is our solace,
though he says Hicks is god.
I say Carlin
His shadow reminds me of a demon--
the long lost son of Medusa.
He's not afraid to say what he thinks,
cause he knows he's right.
Sometimes I believe him--
he speaks with such nonchalant confidence.
There's always a needle on his words
swiftly flitting and flickering
like a flame he's flicking off his tongue.
And if his words hurt breaking the skin?
"Don't be such a ***** he'll snarl
before turning the charm back on
with a giggle and ironic wink.
He likes to collect
the faults in others
cause his thinks his **** don't stink.
He keeps reminding me of mine.
He enjoys needling
people.
We've known each other
for a long while.
Seems like longer....
but that's cause my roommate is me.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
I love them,
They don’t love me.
Why would they?
They’re hot,
Juicy,
And delicious,
And I’m just…
Salty,
******* them down to the bone.
Buffalo wings rip up my insides,
They’ll inflame my chest and belly,
Giving me heartburn,
As I power through my consumption of them,
And yet I still crave them on a frequent basis,
As if I didn’t learn my lesson the last time.
Bone in or bone out,
It doesn’t really matter at this point,
I gave up trying to develop a preference,
As I’m committed to my hankering,
And seek regular satisfaction,
From the sensation and flavor they provide me.
Eyes full of tears,
I power through the pain,
Believing that each and every wing is worth it,
Even if I know they don’t agree with me,
And know **** well they are not good for me,
It’s like hitting yourself in the face,
But laughing at the sound it makes.
Wings come in all shapes, sizes and flavors,
But I choose the buffalo wing every time,
For the mere fact that they taste the best,
Even if they end up causing the most damage.
They don’t even fill me up,
But they do make me feel like I’ve had enough.
How many buffalo wings would it take,
For me to try a new flavor?
Is it the saltiness that appeals to me?
Is it the spiciness that enslaves me?
Is it the drippiness that seduces me?
Why not something sweeter, like BBQ,
Or savorier like Parmesan Garlic?
Why not choose plain old wings,
With a little bit of seasoning to keep it interesting?
Nope, I’ll always go for the buffalo wing,
I’ll always have that craving,
Because sometimes, living on the edge,
Knowing the risks and going ahead anyway,
Makes loving wings all the more worth it,
Despite their destructive ways.
Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 8:29 PM UTC
As we lay in bed
I know we aren’t going to do it tonight
I can feel your hate
You don’t say anything
You don’t lie close to me
You’ve turned the other way
It’s been almost a year
Why are things going at this pace?
Now what?
Is it my job?
Am I not where I should be on your plan?
What is your plan?
I’ve never said no
I’ve let you spend all the money
You constantly plan all our weekends
This *****
What am I doing here?
I can’t sleep
I feel like getting out of bed and watching more T.V.
But I will be exhausted in the morning if I do that.
I could turn on Skinemax
Then jack off and then come back to bed
Why can’t we get it on?
What is wrong now?
Should I buy you some jewelry?
I’ll have to put it on a credit card.
We had *** when I bought you that bracelet
We didn’t have *** when I took you out to dinner
When you’re happy you don’t seem to want to do it.
You don’t ever do it on Fathers Day or my Birthday
Are you gay?
Is it a chore?
You moan like you like it
Is that just an act?
Are you done with *** now?
Why am I here?
What’s in it for me?
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
You are like a roommate
I had a roommate in college
That was pretty fun
We drank a lot more beer
And BBQ’d a lot more
He didn’t care if I left my shoes in the living room
I didn’t care if there was no dinner
I just ate out.
What’s in it for me?
Why am I here?
Are we now just roommates?
Let me know because now I can date
I won’t be going over to see you mother’s anymore
My weekends will belong to me.
Why do I feel sad?
You don’t seem sad
You’re now sound asleep
I’m going to get out of bed put on the T.V.
And then jack off and go to sleep
Why am I putting up with this?
Why do I have to get my kicks from a movie?
I have a wife
I should have to live this way?
Why am I here?
Am I too lazy to leave?
Am I kidding myself that this can still work?
How much longer can this go on?
If I met someone else would this happen again?
Leaving seems complicated
A bullet to my brain seems easier
Am I brave for staying?
Am I a ***** for not leaving?
Will I get a medal for surviving?
I think I am a *****
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
This one time, Eddie and I were in his house, their neighbor fed the squirrels and they had over run Eddie's backyard. He saw one on the fence and asked me to grab his bow. Standing at the back door he drew back an arrow, took a deep breath in, let it out slow, and let the arrow fly. It struck the squirrel right through the eye and flung it from the fence top. Eddie's pops saw and congratulated him on the shot, but said we were not to waste the squirrel so Eddie cooked it up on the BBQ and we ate it. It tasted terrible, but I'm ****** if that wasn't the best shot I've ever seen. And I'm ****** if we didn't eat every last bit. And I'm ****** if Eddie ever dies for a second time, when no one remembers him.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
I can't see you.
I can't protect you.
Burning in your curiosity.
Huffing another smoke, unrelenting.
You don't understand the dream sugar.
What you want, is something important.
Something covered in whipped cream and bbq sauce.
Exactly, me.
Or not.
You see, I'm just a voice in my head.
Burning brownies baked with bread.
You don't like brownies and bread? Well go to hell.
They're my brownies.
Mine, something you can't claim because you have nothing.
No one, No idea and no value to anything.
You value your brain and **** it for not being enough.
Poison your body for not being able to take the strain of life.
Burn your cigarette to take away the pain of being alone.
Striking your soul, praying you never have to atone.
Cologne rhymes with alone you know. Funny coincidence right?
Brain power. Stained flower.
Hope and happiness. Dope and sadness.
Perception. Deception.
Search for
Purpose.
Not whats on the
Surface.
Oh my elusive friend, trying to take the pain away.
The point of life is not to avoid but to minimize.
Like the Japanese!
A child looks for purpose.
An adult works towards it.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 3:09 AM UTC
There ain't nothing backwoods
about this place,
I just heard Sublime blaring
at the local BBQ eatery.
Love is all they got
& that placing was jamming.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
I've had mountain oyster, and pigs feet, in stew
tasted chocolate bugs, and was that cheese, or glue?
I may have had cat, and dog, in a Mexican venue
frog legs, goat and snake, just to name a few
If it walks or crawls, or makes a nest or den
you can rest assured, it's only where, and when
God made animals of meat, as is every single hen
captured, cleaned, BBQ'd, eaten by women, children, men
Omnivores, world's best, eating every way, and thing
food up in the larder, of bread and wine, to sing
don't have to tell me what it is, if it has legs, or wings
just put it on the table, tasting all, that nature brings
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Sunny days has come our ways
Hot weather is what everyone has been waiting for
To head to the beach and make those time memorable.
Sunny days are the best
Because it seems to bring happiness all day
You look outside
And all you see is brightness everywhere.
Sunny days are the times
Where you can have a drink and have fun
Make a bbq and spend time with your love ones
Sunny days are the times to take advantage
For they only come once a year and vanish.
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
/ conversation over a bbq dinner
being given the information
over a new M.I. movie..
i really think tom cruise
should have won an oscar for -
born on the 4th of july...
without bias,
but given the oscar award for
the grunting and heaving,
and minimal dialogue / monologue
of leonardo's the revenant?
the world is a cul de sac...
and what remains of it...
is a shitshow worth, of a congested street
with nothing but, paupers /
window-shoppers to be lined up;
mannequins coming alive
and taking to disco dancing
the hell out of having donned
a boney m afro;
drunk, squinty eyed...
looking around, surmising my
thought with... huh?!
it's a good thing i'm this good at
drinking, never having dropped acid.
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC