"expectorate" poems
What the Fisherman said:
"It seemed like a good idea."
What he did:
Went fishing in a rowboat
Out on the Sound
About a mile out
And seagulls all around.
What happened:
Seagulls came about
To see
If scavenge work
Was to be done.
Dipping in and out
And just above,
One had some fun.
Fisherman annoyed...
One plucky bird
Came close above his head
And closer,
'Til finally the fisher said,
"I think I could just
Reach right up
And grab his legs!"
And so he did....
Seagull's Reply:
Seagulls, shocked,
Regurgitate,
Explode,
Expectorate
Whatever they've been
Carrying inside.
Instead of Fight or Flight,
Seagulls puke;
They have no pride.
At least this one did
Not.
Fisherman's Response:
He didn't even know
When he let go...
First the gull,
And then his lunch.
The man and the bird shared
Something in common
Out on the Sound:
They met for lunch
And went away hungry.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 10:46 AM UTC
It's always a nice day;
To have a nice day,
When even the worst;
Can't make you frown,
You are set on your course;
No storm can rain,
On your parade;
Specially when it's just begun,
Out of every moment;
You expectorate fun,
Make it all yours;
Because it's all about you,
No worries not a care;
Even if you were chased,
By a hungry scary bear;
You'd run and jump,
Laughing all the while;
Because there are rainbows,
Everywhere you look;
And even in the darkest corners,
There is sunshine;
Smile; it's a nice day...
© okpoet
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
The Sun fades.
Sun spots dimmed.
Freckles fading at the over-ripening
of the lea of cheek and breast. Rubicund.
She has drawn it, suckled and ******
drank the mad draught of sacchriferious redolence,
licked the stein with rushing tongue and now
alone stands still in space-fills,
formless in wade waters of light.
It fades.
And in the blanket blackout cacoethes,
phantoms and spectres expectorate pale puke,
lighter than air and leaden hearts beat to molten messes,
sparking rumitorium of fire, concupiscible
sputum spectacular sub-spectrum sun *****
hot spill-out wretched staccato jerks and stops,
red lightening,
angry light dancing to the difficult steps of a jittery birth.
She shines.
Eyes clenched like vengeance,
She shines.
Like a sick sun,
open mouthed and out of control.
She shines.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 4:17 PM UTC
Hot spit
Expectorate
Decisive uselessness
Derail
Letters surrounded by black
Stroke
Colorful absence
Hours
No goal, no ambition
No soul, no ambition
No words, no ambition
No cords, no ambition
Nothing but drunkenness
Typical phrasing of society
Badness
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:05 PM UTC
It is useless
To regret
It is fruitless
So forget
Or was I supposed to remember
All of these terrible things
And all the feelings she brings
Or was I supposed to dismember
All of those terrible thoughts
Those which my heart rots
December dismember forever because I can't stand to be around you anymore (you tragic *****
I write best when angry
Just like love's been captured behind a cold camera for a painter or a director
I will bring hate to you because these love movies - I do despise.
Quite, indubitably, henceforth, whence, this lass of gun-lances stares into my kung-fu stances like I'm the crazy one, who uses tongue and lips to expectorate upon thy tips of canister rips.
It's enough to say that I am quite wild in ways yet is no where near to...
Lays her down long' its messy bed while taking off clothes and keeping her fed. (Because I like bigger girls)
There should be a big girl anthem.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC