"ergot" poems - Hello Poetry

eggshell a jagged cup with an evil twin. in a bowl two yolk and a red clot. outside a russet plum burns down the bridge of my nose a cinnamon wedge of salt. spirits sift through poisonous thoughts threshing the wheat our daily bread ergot. my mind at rest. your curse trapped.

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Oct 26, 2012

Oct 26, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC

third-eye-candy

Nazar Boncuk

eggshell a jagged cup with an evil twin. in a bowl two yolk and a red clot. outside a russet plum burns down the bridge of my nose a cinnamon wedge of salt. spirits sift through poisonous thoughts threshing the wheat our daily bread ergot. my mind at rest. your curse trapped.

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Mathilda is brutally murdered Udolph is the obvious suspect remembers everyone how she jilted him David her last lover is inconsolable Evan’s appearance raises suspicion right before the ****** he met her Ergot the butler had seen him going out Rocky was with him could be an accomplice Inspector Brown finds it a tough case so many suspects but all with good alibi Dr. Thomas isn’t sure about the cause of death autopsy is necessary for the confirmation visible though are the abrasions on her neck Inspector Brown interrogates all the suspects dogs are brought to find smells of trails.

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC

pradip-chattopadhyay

Who murdered Mathilda?

Mathilda is brutally murdered Udolph is the obvious suspect remembers everyone how she jilted him David her last lover is inconsolable Evan’s appearance raises suspicion right before the ****** he met her Ergot the butler had seen him going out Rocky was with him could be an accomplice Inspector Brown finds it a tough case so many suspects but all with good alibi Dr. Thomas isn’t sure about the cause of death autopsy is necessary for the confirmation visible though are the abrasions on her neck Inspector Brown interrogates all the suspects dogs are brought to find smells of trails.

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A Dancing fever spreads across Deutschland from ancient Roman City Aachen to far away Madagascar where proto-people live, waking to morning whooping calls and fading habitat. We can still find preserved Lemurs in Duke hospitals and open zoo for robust ring-tailed, or dark cells for the nocturnals. Would they dance too with us, in mass hysteria, irrational exuberance, and ergot poisoning if only later converting to a Science belief-system new?

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Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC

jojo-nguyen

Dancing to death

A Dancing fever spreads across Deutschland from ancient Roman City Aachen to far away Madagascar where proto-people live, waking to morning whooping calls and fading habitat. We can still find preserved Lemurs in Duke hospitals and open zoo for robust ring-tailed, or dark cells for the nocturnals. Would they dance too with us, in mass hysteria, irrational exuberance, and ergot poisoning if only later converting to a Science belief-system new?

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These kids, They look so Derelict, They look so Full of **** Like they could Ever skip The river styx Crossing. So rather Than glossing Over their eyes, Maybe these guys Should start Flossing The wrinkles Of their brains By tossing Back a few Infected grains, It's Ergot that Brings What you forgot; As in your face, As big as Great danes Made of waves Of color. If fluorescent Grays Ever Deliver me asunder.... It's so dull Under This counter, My mind starts To flounder As I flip the ******* flounder. Or is it Tilapia? I wonder, Could I be Happier? Probably, but Don't you know I like it Sappier? Is that a word? Who gives a **** Not this bird, Thats why she's flying away, Not toward The veneer covered Ways I say "Come here." "Go away." "2 for fives two for fives, ****** got garbage around the way." The way I pray For acid rain To melt my clothes, My skin, My muscles and veins, My mostly drained Trays of grease; Popping. Bubbling. Please. Please Give my Knees Some ease From their pains, I've been begging For weeks, I need to sleep.

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Oct 2, 2012

Oct 2, 2012 at 12:59 AM UTC

mike-bergeron

--Used To Be A Dead Man--

These kids, They look so Derelict, They look so Full of **** Like they could Ever skip The river styx Crossing. So rather Than glossing Over their eyes, Maybe these guys Should start Flossing The wrinkles Of their brains By tossing Back a few Infected grains, It's Ergot that Brings What you forgot; As in your face, As big as Great danes Made of waves Of color. If fluorescent Grays Ever Deliver me asunder.... It's so dull Under This counter, My mind starts To flounder As I flip the ******* flounder. Or is it Tilapia? I wonder, Could I be Happier? Probably, but Don't you know I like it Sappier? Is that a word? Who gives a **** Not this bird, Thats why she's flying away, Not toward The veneer covered Ways I say "Come here." "Go away." "2 for fives two for fives, ****** got garbage around the way." The way I pray For acid rain To melt my clothes, My skin, My muscles and veins, My mostly drained Trays of grease; Popping. Bubbling. Please. Please Give my Knees Some ease From their pains, I've been begging For weeks, I need to sleep.

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Summer lies while river rats gnaw on posts weathered from the reverence tides. Hunching over limestone slate, picture pissed-eyed states of the caricatures. Loss of limbs in dissociative fugue. St. Anthony's fire up along the coast. Ergot Dreams: Such splendid things! Waking up in a pool with callosum yarns spinning words of concern. And i've come so close time and time to find the pinhole tube light. Words keep seeping out, I hear my mother holding me here. Frozen solid. Stuck in a cot. Letting the little ******* off his chain just to hear him stream How many lives to burn in the ecclesia pyre while jesus sweeps the remainders off to sea? Maybe I have died again, living in this ferrous skin. Seeded fledgling after all.

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Jul 30, 2014

Jul 30, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC

Gadus

Secret Tables

Summer lies while river rats gnaw on posts weathered from the reverence tides. Hunching over limestone slate, picture pissed-eyed states of the caricatures. Loss of limbs in dissociative fugue. St. Anthony's fire up along the coast. Ergot Dreams: Such splendid things! Waking up in a pool with callosum yarns spinning words of concern. And i've come so close time and time to find the pinhole tube light. Words keep seeping out, I hear my mother holding me here. Frozen solid. Stuck in a cot. Letting the little ******* off his chain just to hear him stream How many lives to burn in the ecclesia pyre while jesus sweeps the remainders off to sea? Maybe I have died again, living in this ferrous skin. Seeded fledgling after all.

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O vicious household gods of Rome you Manes, Lares, Muses, Fates who justified patrician homes, whose reign this poem celebrates, Allow me now, in retrospect to excavate, then analyze. Depravity with cause, connect; depriving you of alibis. Relax your stiff noetic poise as my plebeian pen records through lyrical poetic noise the crown imperial crime awards. My lines, like foundlings, long to **** a mother’s milk in measured draft and dredge some gold from Tiber’s muck; Lord Christ: illuminate my craft. ROMULUS, let that wolf-tit go and REMUS too – unlatch that breast… milk of Etruscan madness, flow, with empire’s crimes forthwith confessed. We will not blame your leaden wares nor ergot mold in rancid bread for genocidal state affairs, brutality, and martyred dead. The Circus, leering, restless, loud, cheers gladiatorial excess. The haunted forum’s phantom-crowd awaits the tyrant’s next address. He speaks. The wind blows through the arches stirring up the roadside litter. Trumpets blare. The legion marches. Empire’s aftertaste is bitter. You were Antichrist. That is all. We cannot dignify your past or glorify from whence you fall or praise the mold from which you’re cast. Christ traveled far from Galilee – came, saw, conquered – and on it goes. Our king shall reign eternally; that she-wolf’s milk no longer flows.

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Sep 9, 2015

Sep 9, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC

connecthook

Lines that **** the Bitch’s ***

O vicious household gods of Rome you Manes, Lares, Muses, Fates who justified patrician homes, whose reign this poem celebrates, Allow me now, in retrospect to excavate, then analyze. Depravity with cause, connect; depriving you of alibis. Relax your stiff noetic poise as my plebeian pen records through lyrical poetic noise the crown imperial crime awards. My lines, like foundlings, long to **** a mother’s milk in measured draft and dredge some gold from Tiber’s muck; Lord Christ: illuminate my craft. ROMULUS, let that wolf-tit go and REMUS too – unlatch that breast… milk of Etruscan madness, flow, with empire’s crimes forthwith confessed. We will not blame your leaden wares nor ergot mold in rancid bread for genocidal state affairs, brutality, and martyred dead. The Circus, leering, restless, loud, cheers gladiatorial excess. The haunted forum’s phantom-crowd awaits the tyrant’s next address. He speaks. The wind blows through the arches stirring up the roadside litter. Trumpets blare. The legion marches. Empire’s aftertaste is bitter. You were Antichrist. That is all. We cannot dignify your past or glorify from whence you fall or praise the mold from which you’re cast. Christ traveled far from Galilee – came, saw, conquered – and on it goes. Our king shall reign eternally; that she-wolf’s milk no longer flows.

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A starved fruit is that, of the open mouthed end, to a warm, bottle of wine slugging back, the bitter disgust. Reaping benefits like ergot off rye. Tumultuous temptations, shouting out the window; "I'll do it, I'll do it, ******* it, I'll do it" One last look into the soul-sucking rim, of a warm, bottle of wine. Swimming into the sediment, gravity of cement, drowning. "I'll do it, ******* it, I'll do it"

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Feb 27, 2012

Feb 27, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC

nicholas-alexander

Warm Bottle of Wine

A starved fruit is that, of the open mouthed end, to a warm, bottle of wine slugging back, the bitter disgust. Reaping benefits like ergot off rye. Tumultuous temptations, shouting out the window; "I'll do it, I'll do it, ******* it, I'll do it" One last look into the soul-sucking rim, of a warm, bottle of wine. Swimming into the sediment, gravity of cement, drowning. "I'll do it, ******* it, I'll do it"

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By Diane di Prima Extract the juice which is itself a Light. Pulp, manna, gentle Theriasin, ergot like mold on flame, these red leaves bursting from mesquite by the side of dry creekbed. Extract the tar, the sticky substance heart of things (each plant a star, extract the juice of stars by circular stillation smear the inner man w/the coction till he burn like worms of light in quicksilver not the false puffballs of marshfire, extract the heart of the empty heart it is full of the star soul that paces fierce in the deeps of earth the Red Man, healer in furs who carries a club who carries the pale homunculus in his belly. For you are angel, you call the soul from plants or pearls of ambergris out of the grudging sea. Extract arcanum. Separate true Archeus from the false the bitter is not less potent—nor does clarity bespeak truth. Out of the heart of the ineffable draw the black flecks of matter & from these the cold, blue fire. Dry water. Immerse yourself though it be but a drop. This Iliaster flowers like the wind. Out of the ash, the Eidolon of the world Crystalline. Perfect.

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Sep 2, 2015

Sep 2, 2015 at 1:13 PM UTC

mike-essig

Paracelsus:

By Diane di Prima Extract the juice which is itself a Light. Pulp, manna, gentle Theriasin, ergot like mold on flame, these red leaves bursting from mesquite by the side of dry creekbed. Extract the tar, the sticky substance heart of things (each plant a star, extract the juice of stars by circular stillation smear the inner man w/the coction till he burn like worms of light in quicksilver not the false puffballs of marshfire, extract the heart of the empty heart it is full of the star soul that paces fierce in the deeps of earth the Red Man, healer in furs who carries a club who carries the pale homunculus in his belly. For you are angel, you call the soul from plants or pearls of ambergris out of the grudging sea. Extract arcanum. Separate true Archeus from the false the bitter is not less potent—nor does clarity bespeak truth. Out of the heart of the ineffable draw the black flecks of matter & from these the cold, blue fire. Dry water. Immerse yourself though it be but a drop. This Iliaster flowers like the wind. Out of the ash, the Eidolon of the world Crystalline. Perfect.

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Model cutout of a still photograph ***** with pointed ******* Attacking at my ***** hairs like ergot on rye almost robotic her stare descending As the sun from the horizon beams brightness upon the displayed man- nequin and I grow from manikin to MAMMOTH We've kissed before, with her soft velvet body hair playing my brain like a Kennebuc County bluegrass musician picks at his banjo Caressing me. Attacking me. Devouring me. Devoiding me of anyone else The galaxy moves constant. Mankind can not slow it down. There's a crash-course in friendship. The Least important word is "I". The most important word is "we". Yes. I remain. Nailed

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

david-ehrgott

Still Standing

Model cutout of a still photograph ***** with pointed ******* Attacking at my ***** hairs like ergot on rye almost robotic her stare descending As the sun from the horizon beams brightness upon the displayed man- nequin and I grow from manikin to MAMMOTH We've kissed before, with her soft velvet body hair playing my brain like a Kennebuc County bluegrass musician picks at his banjo Caressing me. Attacking me. Devouring me. Devoiding me of anyone else The galaxy moves constant. Mankind can not slow it down. There's a crash-course in friendship. The Least important word is "I". The most important word is "we". Yes. I remain. Nailed

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God's children Suffering death Little they knew Would be their last breath For the insane theater They entered And with electric poison They bantered With wine of ergot, they embraced their modern eclectic change With little knowledge, of their fatal range

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC

ljl

These Ones

God's children Suffering death Little they knew Would be their last breath For the insane theater They entered And with electric poison They bantered With wine of ergot, they embraced their modern eclectic change With little knowledge, of their fatal range

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Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To... Communicate (temporarily, strictly and hypothetically) merely allowing me to burble essentially rendering, limiting, and fixing me tubby nonverbal, where frustration ensued - inducing passivity, asper myself shrugging shoulders in resignation **** sitter ring thy fate nsync with that of a gerbil? Thus codifying, con fining, and consigning stricture to a sorry lot perhaps finding me envying fun Gus of ergot, which organism at least participates in a pro active life cycle, though one may say, said organism doth rot. Now...all Joe King aside, an attempt will be made tried though daunted to cogitate beside Ritch ching deep inside and remain on - ride ding the straight and true so please dont chide restricting me to bide with guise of seriousness, when aye decide did to complete on par tragedy thalidomide wrought, yet this poem, though belied and bedeviled pondering how Yukon not induce tongue re: totally tubularly restrained, sans tubby unable to talk plus afflicted with autism, hence guide did through extreme effort pretending, thus to feign being denied critical skill to chat with a snap allied (NOT with van knit tee), but dead seriousness try ying with futility hypothetically impossible to imagine tubby accursed without means to speak compounded by autism, an immeasurable frustration must mount inside, viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor, nonetheless I cried inside when the limp deceased body of six year old Maddox Ritch – already died, drowned mainly supposedly, when dashing ahead, he didst play hide with his father (Ian Ritch), while the special needs child (unknowingly) both spent final hours together bonding at Rankin Lake Park in Gastonia within North Carolina.

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Oct 5, 2018

Oct 5, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

What If Destiny...

Deeded Mine Singular Default Mode To... Communicate (temporarily, strictly and hypothetically) merely allowing me to burble essentially rendering, limiting, and fixing me tubby nonverbal, where frustration ensued - inducing passivity, asper myself shrugging shoulders in resignation **** sitter ring thy fate nsync with that of a gerbil? Thus codifying, con fining, and consigning stricture to a sorry lot perhaps finding me envying fun Gus of ergot, which organism at least participates in a pro active life cycle, though one may say, said organism doth rot. Now...all Joe King aside, an attempt will be made tried though daunted to cogitate beside Ritch ching deep inside and remain on - ride ding the straight and true so please dont chide restricting me to bide with guise of seriousness, when aye decide did to complete on par tragedy thalidomide wrought, yet this poem, though belied and bedeviled pondering how Yukon not induce tongue re: totally tubularly restrained, sans tubby unable to talk plus afflicted with autism, hence guide did through extreme effort pretending, thus to feign being denied critical skill to chat with a snap allied (NOT with van knit tee), but dead seriousness try ying with futility hypothetically impossible to imagine tubby accursed without means to speak compounded by autism, an immeasurable frustration must mount inside, viz unfortunate behavioral demeanor, nonetheless I cried inside when the limp deceased body of six year old Maddox Ritch – already died, drowned mainly supposedly, when dashing ahead, he didst play hide with his father (Ian Ritch), while the special needs child (unknowingly) both spent final hours together bonding at Rankin Lake Park in Gastonia within North Carolina.

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I want to talk to you, now that the sadness is thickening in the air, now that I begin to flee the night Somber rue settles, ergot of rye: i feel a blackened wheat, I feel contorted, and worn, crumpled, contaminated crude now, I am past again, i am faint, fossil, begone from the city I roll in little tremors through sandpaper streets a frantic brushwork of the winds I am canvas, paint, the face I hate a feeble cry of the stray cats in crooks you you make me so, so thin I buzz a wasp in my sleep, i begin to hate the sleep I don't... I don't want to sleep I want to disappear tonight I want to talk to you

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Mar 27, 2023

Mar 27, 2023 at 10:24 PM UTC

Ayesha

I don't want anything

I want to talk to you, now that the sadness is thickening in the air, now that I begin to flee the night Somber rue settles, ergot of rye: i feel a blackened wheat, I feel contorted, and worn, crumpled, contaminated crude now, I am past again, i am faint, fossil, begone from the city I roll in little tremors through sandpaper streets a frantic brushwork of the winds I am canvas, paint, the face I hate a feeble cry of the stray cats in crooks you you make me so, so thin I buzz a wasp in my sleep, i begin to hate the sleep I don't... I don't want to sleep I want to disappear tonight I want to talk to you

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Nov 28, 2017

Nov 28, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Wishing the Aliens Well ...

OPB1/ 99237 / KURT /B1099 / TRET / GLENN /0842 ALAS / 443599/ COHEED / FTRTRAVEL / NORED / 666 / LINER / OCEAN / 2117 /6209/ TWELVE /SPLIT FORSCOM / COMMANDER / 765 / ERGOT /2112 / BIPn / RADAR / COLT / 999 /ERLANGER / FOXTROT PETTICOAT / 4444423y-simpson / indicator-green / opal INFUSIAM / TWILIGHT /OCEAN /B-trellie / AMALGAM- alpha 235-kwqr / RED -copy zulu-999876-whiskey / OMEGA / CENTAURI-f-zone-d- corr. -fp-NOVA / HEMIS / 0008 / retaw / p- positive-angle-21345 l-tin-333 / NOVA-5-i-8-o/ HOTEL / ZULU / EAGLE / 2119-j-TRIT--pers. 31 ALPHA RUBY/ OSWEILER / GRINNELL / CLARION -29-yj-4589 / OMNI-235 / OCEAN /P-38-t-card -ING -MOYTRON-US/ 000000000000002222227777722222227676727111191000ray oooo56oooo503467453898-abstract-34-level-omaha --6247 283492angle-8--76765555657-oriole-cas...ghtyu-GURU / BLUE SUNSET / arc-21234563777878-0000099990000000000000tbf ARC--PFINT--quad-6-sq. 34536378222208-bgtybgtybgtyoscar---

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