"chomp" poems
I bought my girls a donut each
To the disgust of the other mothers,
And I watched them **** the sugar from their fingers
And scoop it from their plates to rub it on their lips.
The other kids had half a donut each,
And when they'd finished, they just watched
my daughters lick and chomp and scoop and ****
A whole donut
Because life's too short
And it isn't as much fun
Without the hole.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:15 PM UTC
Giant blue alligator
in the night sky,
white teeth gleaming
like
sharp moons.
Chomp, chomp, chomping
everything in its path.
Big teeth grab onto the things
we hold close:
Love, laughter, life.
All gone.
Oh, alligator,
haven't you eaten
Enough?
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
***** feet
***** of them ache
they're dry
all dried out, moisture to face and digestive tract make little difference
but comfort a little sort of; maybe
subdue to replenishing
skip the pain with a drink fucken, fucken drink fucken
dust lingers in the brain, it swirls
a cloud of ground envelops the shape of u
u become covered
u have a layer,
salty,
and dry
and 'organic'
(surely bio (though im not sure what is or why are))
full city boy, suburban boy, not particularly gritty boy
along side hippies
and volunteers all tripppy
and unwashed, and un plastic
yet forcefully hemped
drunk of micro beer
and burnt brown and blotchy red
and wire-y
and dry
and matted
as if nothing really matters except for principles
misguided and randomly enforced
feel like a husk; peanut shell
insides swallowed by the mouth of the party embodied
a monsterous sweaty man tanned and thickly bearded
and beered
fat dreads fall around and surround u; a forest of hair
a circle encroaching of fuzzy pillars in fibres
entrapped inside them; feel their lingering time matted hold
a wealth of effort to become unkempt; they are bars
they are walls
and the FACE!
……………………… ………………………………… oh
looming down, wafts of armpit vapour cloud; a looming puft that surrounds
engorged by the scent as it circles u, the mouth that lowered onto u
chews u and spills bits of u
chomp chomp
protein for vegetarians; u; ur rigour ur vigour ur guts
eaten in a flurry of chomps and slurps and it crunches
and it grates
like the rocks on the ***** of ur feet it grates
u are digested
and reused
as they would like
but for them; for a collective u dived into
for fun
2 days to peddle ur wares
to progress ( admittedly through some days of regression…)
for all humans, and Humans; for fun
on monday we will repent
for the damages waged on the inside of the body
and the outsides too
for some gain
i guess on this which we settle
for always for display for fun
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Ding!
Popcorn sweetly pops
as soft smell of butter fills the air
Eagerly waiting the two little children.
Munch!
Munch!
Munch!
Chomp!
Joyous snaps of crunchy corn
as they softly dissolve
Satisfying the couple
Now Silence.
The little children ran out to play.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 8:32 PM UTC
Ex boyfriends are good for nothing more
than a pounding between the eyes and
a chomp down on the inside of a cheek,
resulting in a warm metallic taste, similar
to the one of your last shared kiss.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
There's now proof, that a Russian flesh-eating cannibal is in the good old US of A
He would offer you toxic ingredients, including gasoline and lighter fluid, I'd say
But, because its tell-tale scaly sores, are similar to another well known leacher
They initially played down concerns, saying, "they're not seeing signs of the creature"
My boyfriend had maggots coming out of his leg, after a recent foreign scare
I know people don't want to hear stuff like that, but it is really happening out there
Snap goes the toothless crocodile, one, two, three
Wangsta da Gangsta, had a great haul
Ring a ding a ling, 'cause they deliver the first for free
Jim and Joan went into da hood, to fetch nothin' much at all
They fall to the charlatans, that promise you a crystal ball
A little at first and then some more, that's for sure
It will make you snap, give you curls and dance you a little twirl
Star gazing thru the sun ray and day tripping into a wayward night
That's why if you use crocodile juice, it will do more than shake ya loose
Destroying our souls, creating huge holes and build mountains out of moles
Snap goes the toothless crocodile, one, two, three
Wangsta da Gangsta, had a great haul
Ring a ding a ling, 'cause they deliver the first for free
Jim and Joan went into da hood, to fetch nothin' much at all
Mr Jeffrey Vint has become less popular among his abusers
I say, "they're all losers", but I guess, beggars can't be choosers
Some mother's even gave birth with two thumbs, but those babies are now total ****
Others think the monster could be at large, maybe roaming your neighbourhood
Put a stop to this croc's chomp, before it destroys everything in the swamp
Get your doctor to prescribe a stronger drug, to conquer that evil imposter
Snap goes the toothless crocodile, one, two, three
Wangsta da Gangsta, had a great haul
Ring a ding a ling, 'cause they deliver the first for free
Jim and Joan went into da hood, to fetch nothin' much at all.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
In the South of Florida
In the middle of the swamp
There's a little dance we all do
Called the Alligator Chomp
It gets your arms a flapping
And a tapping of the toes
Right along side the cedar stump
In the middle of the boat
Form your fingers into gator teeth
Then slap your hands out front
That's there's what we call in these parts
The Alligator Chomp
The swamp gets rather lively
It's a scene like nothing else
As the gators keep in beat
With the slapping of the tails
Never stop the arms from flapping though
That'd be your last mistake
Instead of the Alligator Chomp
You'd become Alligator Bait
It happens all to often
When someone falls off of the boat
They sink straight to the bottom
Into some alligators throat
We surely do miss our friends
As do their wives and kids
We ain't seen hide nor hair of them
Since their last gator dance
So if you find yourself in Florida
In the middle of the swamp
We'd love to have you join us
In some good old fashion Alligator Chomp
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
Alone with this desk,
And a notebook chock-fulled with paper;
Endless.. he chomp everything away.
Things truly aren’t easy,
The silence makes it harder.
Hey music, fill the air;
For not all truths,
But laughs of frauds may break out.
Just like the old days.
Just like the lady boss,
Just..maybe.
There should be dancing all around,
Where crowds should chip in
And take things in stern.
Errands were not decors –
Trespass! Like mini ciphers,
Digits, letters, they knock the drill out.
Only a couple more days left,
But in ignominy,
This generation may fall;
How pitiable..
With such marks and inkblots,
The source remains unrecognized.
They’re used to seize papers like that,
Although such are committing theft already.
Left were words,
Can’t spell it unerringly;
Yet the hearsays divulged its address,
So now, it’s time to slam this tome;
End the toil that has always been the crook!
Go outside,
For the sun’s rays are there!
Goodbye to this aged chair,
And to this notebook full of nicks,
With new freedom,
We shall embrace..
Everything.. “Ciao” to what’s new,
‘Coz this is the real world!
Oh college days!
(7/25/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
fight the horde.../...I can't beleive it...
we're overrun.../...what do they WANT?!...
a teammate falls.../...the world's gone TO hell...
he won't make it.../...their drive is to EAT...
they chomp away.../...obi wan isn't YOUR only hope...
out of ammo.../...can't stop it!...
fangs tear in.../...she'll never know...
they'll never stop.../...my last breath...
...i think...
stand up soldier!.../...i can't think straight...
the hive mind speaks!.../... BRAINS are for the living...
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 12:48 AM UTC
.
and your mug shot's shining through
it's a vision true (but the subject's taboo)
all ugly here
morning sunshine breakfast table autumn cool
you're poised to speak a fly lands on your lolling spoon
then i stand up merry
i make my vital move the table backs away distressed
your eyes raise
i flop open my faminous mouth and let the fumes draw in
Surprise !
(no time for you to hold surplus breath -
- form an expression - make any objection)
mechanism disjoints like the raw riches
i whip the plumb weight of my head and strike
mouth-chomp-grip over your scalp
and i am working you in
with swift jaw shifts and hingery
i **** on you with a smile and gullet
(past photos of you shuffle glaucous before my inner eye)
yap sock muscle i operate gumming on your head
(ours was the world ; we got so lazy)
budging in your hair dampened by my saliva
(our timid first meeting at a bar)
and airway and my teeth softly folding back
(us in bed-us in bed-us-in-bed)
and whole hog jaw agog
(the tourist we made as a couple)
i dilate and distend crouch low to take your weight
(the rise and falter of your sleeping chest)
upend your hands panic typing in the air
(the eyes of your investment in me)
your feet flinging the heft back and forth
your shoulders break in and forward folding
my chest cracks and wells
(gifts we gave that touched heart and others that fell short)
a complete engulfing meal of you
(your childhood antidotes and teenage feelings we discussed)
down my soft disposal
(all my memories of us in a fizz
and all the inaccuracies)
...and then i head off to hibernation
ferrying an idea that ' i have you now '
that perhaps you were my enemy
all this time
and i am digesting the beast
(what a feast !)
Sep 16, 2024
Sep 16, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC
An ogre set out to have a
feast one day.
Dreaming of all the creatures
he would slay.
He'd have bowls
full of trolls.
And fairies buttered
on rolls.
He'd eat hairy mountain
goat coats
And fattened up ducklings
full of their oats.
He'd chomp on legs
of forest elves
And pickled gnomes feet
from his shelves.
This fearsome young ogre
planned quite well,
Except for a troublesome
oyster shell.
It landed quite wrong
deep in his gullet.
And never more was heard
from Ogre Trullet.
Jun 10, 2011
Jun 10, 2011 at 4:12 PM UTC
I have shark teeth.
I use them to bite into myself when the night is too dark and I need that extra splash of red.
I chomp
and when I smile
it scares you.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
His dog chased her
through the woods.
The rifle can **** from
three-hundred yards.
Watch her leap logs
and sidestep
sticks grabbing
at her shoulders.
There are three Gods
in the woods,
behind any tree.
No one is as ruled
as the lawless.
No one is as sedated
as the frenzied.
Sympathy couldn't be
measured in screams,
but measured
in her breaths.
Beyond the
honeydew horizon,
the senseless cease.
The half-life of eyes:
her only escape.
Where the tree-trunks
are furnished by the
candied corpses.
Her feet chomp at the
prostituted ground.
She will die, here,
whether she lives
or not.
For what is stolen,
stays.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
Bunny Rabbits
Bunny rabbits are cute,
But with out pity they root,
our hard-tended vegetable garden.
Deer, majestic, beauteous to look upon.
But they fine dine with a good vine,
on our expensive shrubbery.
******* rabbits and deer.
No earthly good for anyone,
but poets and kids.
So I guess its's ok.
Let the ******* rabbits and deer,
chomp away....
Maybe some day I'll return their favor,
With venison and stew on
my dinner menu.
Grinchy Seuss
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Ari is a kitten
He had me quite smitten
But he’s a stinker
And he isn’t a good thinker
He chomp’s on my toes
And licks my nose
But he’s my kitten
And still has me quite smitten
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
*In mouth, put-
choo-choo kazoo chomp chomp YUM!
Mmmm MMMMMMmmm.
Whosagoodbaby!?
Whosagoodbaby!?*
The infant hears,
wondering if all adults talk this way,
chuckling to himself, the ridiculousness tickling his vibrating mind
looking on at the goofy giant babbling gibberish
who seems oddly ecstatic
to feed colorful mush.
The child contemplates the intricacies of communicating
the smelly in his shorts.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
I lost a furry friend today:
A squirrel that often came to visit.
Can't the hawks go somewhere else?
That's not too much to ask, is it?
The squirrel would often sit in our tree
And wait for me to take it a treat:
Some grapes, some nuts, some whole wheat
Whatever the little beggar would eat.
Quite content, he'd chomp away,
Always vigilant and alert.
He didn't want to be another
Animal's dinner or dessert.
Sometimes my little visitor,
Hoping that I'd give him more,
Would jauntily prance up to my house
And stand on the steps outside my door.
Today the hawks were in the trees,
On the roofs and in the sky.
One flew off a while ago,
Carrying the little guy.
Couldn't the hawks just eat rats?
I guess that breaks some natural rule.
Nature--so grand and majestic at times--
Can also appear to be so cruel.
Instead of killing squirrels, why can't
Hawks--like vultures--feast on carrion?
Or better yet: why don't they try
A diet strictly vegetarian?
-by Bob B (8-30-18)
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
My teeth crunch the brittle bones of
my arms as I bite through,
drinking in my own blood.
I am fervent and charged with
electricity and an insatiable hunger
to swallow myself whole.
I continue to chomp through my bones,
hoping that the self-consuming pain
that sits so deeply inside is
eaten away with the rest of me.
I then hold my heart in my hands,
turning it over and over,
feeling how plump and ripe it is.
Then, I bring it to my lips
and sink my teeth into the
flesh, feeling it break open and
ooze deliciously down
the back of my throat.
I continue to consume
myself until all my pain
is
gone.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
The Taste of Bitter Grapes
November 1, 2012
The taste of bitter grapes is what they do to me.
Do they ever wonder why people are so strange?
Of course not, for they are usual as in their ordinary lives.
I make a splash, and bring tidings of vitality.
Only to flop like a fish, utterly uninterested, outside their tiny ponds.
I chomp chomp on their hearts.
Tug on their brains with my toll on their souls.
But what's in it for me?
They become another casualty, and then nothing more than my inventory.
Maybe this hole was a birth defect.
Something like a mole?
I don't really want to know.
To get on with my days, I just need it not to show.
So, solid snow of this barren baron.
Please excuse these hoes, and the rakes too.
They didn't realize they were just a sideshow.
The main attraction is to never possess any true attraction and see how these things go.
Until I finally find my first true delight.
This is my plight.
I take another bite.
Of these bitter grapes.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 7:20 PM UTC
The sun is bursting apart frightful apparitions surrounding me
its coming as always but not to theaters because they are closing down.
Plastic and plaster making it stay fresh for awhile because it always has, why stop? It might be ok to not think about it for just a short time-forever. And thats ok with me, guy over there is distracted by some **** chica...hes hopped up on latina.
and we almost all like to chomp on M&Ms; and sink our nails deep down in. Those uppity ****** up little pieces from the peanut ones drive you mad but u still eat them. Cracked up like beheaded musical singing monkey skulls.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
I got your **** right here darlin’
My jaw is the hardest workin’ part of my body
And it never ceases to ***** chomp
Like premature bear trap
I mean lover,
I’ll sing you songs under the covers while you sleep
And wake you up
While standing over you lookin’ possessed like a bad horror film
The light from outside blinds you and blacks out my front
And maybe you won’t ever talk to me again
Been known to do that
Scare people off
With everything I do
This aint neediness love,
I just get so excited when you talk to me
Like a kid ready to run his mouth about his day
Me?
I’ll ***** talk your head off
And dance naked in the daylight before I leave
Make you coffee and eggs in the morning because
I can never sleep
Two eggs over easy, a sausage, and some hash browns
I call it my *********** continental
Please laugh for me one more time before I go
Thought there’d be more humor in my breakfast
That’s when you tell me that you can never be with somebody who can never take life seriously
Woman,
I’ll take you so seriously
Like the clap and the ***** we might’a traded
I don’t put people on pedestals because
I like things I can actually reach
Actually hold at night while they fall asleep
Let’s make a baby
Name him Norman
You know I am serious
About the name
not the baby
I’m not a father figure even though my figure aint good for much
Got it in sad clown college
It’s the one people go to when they want to make people laugh
Not because they want people to be happy
But because it’s the only way to get anyone to like them
Just when you tell your friends later
About that one time that I was your lover
Remember
I never wanted to be anywhere close to the best you had
I only wanted to be your favorite
The guy who can make you laugh and moan at the same time
And pluck your heartstring like a frustrated lullaby
The only guy who can actually make your breakfast *****
And then write you poetry
Jul 30, 2011
Jul 30, 2011 at 11:51 AM UTC
pitter patter go my feet as I walk over to visit my *****
swish swish go their lithe bodies as they waddle over to meet me
chomp chomp go their dextrous mouths as they consume the food i tossed into their tank
click clack go their sharp claws as they pinch everything they see
ouch yikes goes my mouth as i scream in pain
stomp stomp go my heavy feet as i run away
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Slow milestones
kicked a tad further once in awhile
I stumble as I grasp and catch
a glimpse of my feeble walker days
Way up the desert road near the mountains
the pressing feeling;
I’m wasting too much time on the practical
And soon I’ll hobble my way to that high nest of the vultures;
an unnourishing drab soul
“He went to college and finally landed an okay job
No not teaching, not in humanities at all.
He had a living wage, then slowly managed to move out.
Then he tried dating and getting a better job for the rest of his days.”
“Amen.
Thanks for not making any waves, babe.”
Chomp!
I’d rather feel the raptor claw clutch now,
and, whenever I go,
I’d be a coveted delicacy
They’ll spend all day cooking me,
simmering low in a some big ***
They’d wear shiny ornaments
and put out fine ivory plates and utensils
Then, right before it’s time to dine,
these birds of prey will pray
in simple thanks I kept my flesh strong
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
"slurp"
"SluRP"
"SLURP"
Heard from tongue and mouth
Little teeth,
Lick,
Slurp,
Chomp,
Like a *baby ****** on wood,
You look at me with a cheeky smile
What was once clean now a sticky mess
Licking a lolly,
Keeping you entertained
Looking as if after all this licking, chomping
"Slurp"
"Slurp"
"Slurp"
That its looking like when you first began,
Then as if a moment past, the lolly
That was whole now but a stick,
Tongue, teeth, mouth
Chopped away till all was gone
Just a smile though sticky lips,
"Slurp"
"Slurp"
"Slurp"
Was heard, now all quiet as just a grin
And a stick passed to daddy, and the words
"Daddy can I please have another one "
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:10 AM UTC
I sat alone another day.
The world was moving all around me,
but it seemed as if my life was in a standstill.
The doctors say its anxiety.
Everyone thinks anxiety means nervousness or fear,
but it is deeper than that.
Anxiety holds you prisoner.
You can't leave your house.
Ding
****
Ding
****
The doorbell rings but I can't answer.
There is too much fear inside.
You can't answer the phone.
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Telephone for you!" my family yells. I
tell them to say that I will call back, but I won't.
You can't eat.
Chomp
Bite
Chew
No, not me. The anxiety
even controls that. All the pain rushes back up with
every little thing I eat.
You can't go out.
Step
Step
Step
Everyone walking around me, but I can't move, the
apprehension paralyses me.
Everyone says, "Be brave. You can do it. You'll make it out of this."
But sometimes I wonder if I will.
I try to combat it all, but if I attempt to do anything,
it all starts over again.
Thump
Thump
Thump
My heart beats faster and faster.
I can feel it in my chest.
Beads of sweat
Racing
Falling
Running down my forehead.
All the thoughts swarm in my brain.
The fear picks up.
It is unbearable.
I'm so frightened, but I don't know what of.
The paranoia sweeps over my body like a giant wave.
Every day I have to fight what seems to be a losing battle.
But then . . . I look outside.
I see the colours.
I see the life.
I see spirit.
I know I can do this.
Hope.
Fight.
Win.
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC