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"gristly" poems
The fruit of the Pacific madrone tree may at first entice you with its fiery scarlet skin. But bite into it and you’ll taste astringent, gristly pith— with hard seeds like discarded children’s teeth. You will know that foolish feeling that lurks within the shadow between sugary expectations and bitter truth.
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Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 11:00 AM UTC
California, six years in
Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Transpicuous
I have to shake these hatch backed hallucinations. I have to misplace these Indiana blues & jig saw walks. Twisted teeth and sun flower seeds yield a paradox with dryer socks. The girl has Jones pop spilling through her viens that pumps that heart shaped mass of gristly whistles and red bean paste. Liquid fingers frolic with follicles in the broccoli brothel, brother. Tongue twisters with the mistress' mattress cause' I spilt my anchovies salts.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Salzaris
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands. Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go. Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand. The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still. I asked her why, and she told me such a lie. Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of. No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause. And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door. So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands. I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin, There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finally finished. My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away. I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing upon the shore. There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap. But would she care, would she hold me to her ***** Would she cry my name, try to pull me back. Then should our love rekindle in the way it was. I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death. Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl. And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze. I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love. And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt.. Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow. The very sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love. We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our own town. We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown. Somehow I feel I should know her, but there it's gone just like that frown.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
Frown..
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands. Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go. Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand. The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still. I asked her why, and she told me such a lie. Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of. No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause. And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door. So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands. I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin, There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finally finished. My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away. I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing upon the shore. There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap. But would she care, would she hold me to her ***** Would she cry my name, try to pull me back. Then should our love rekindle in the way it was. I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death. Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl. And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze. I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love. And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt.. Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow. The very sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love. We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our own town. We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown. Somehow I feel I should know her, but there it's gone just like that frown.
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Overhead drifts cobblestone clouds colliding with smoother cousins. Attempts are futile to blanket bright light, a pale halo encompassing the near full lunar rock, one and the same seen by my grandfather in the Pacific seas so many years ago. Constant is the intermittent rumble of waves lapping the shore, one and the same that gargantuan crocs stalked for dinosaur meat so many years ago. Crunching my toes through the gristly sand gives not a glimpse of the spectacled mountains it once composed, so many years ago. Did a far removed ancestor sit in those mountains and see this brilliant star to the east, one and the same, so many years ago? If not, I like to think millenia from now, my descendant will and think of me, so many years ago, one and the same.
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Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 11:23 PM UTC
Thoughts on a Beach Night
Cataclysmically holocaustal catastrophic cacophony.  Spurious staunch succinct stymie tacit, irate tirade treatise vehement escapade tedium.  Belligerent barbarian of a berserker bodacious katzenjammer.  Ostensibly deterrent savage vicious violence.  Ghastly gruesome grotesque gristly groaty gnarly, awfully terrible hideously horrible heinously horrendous.  Inundate liable culprit, assay relay's convey, inveigh irrefragably inevitable inure.  Tercel theocracy, anticipate angary amentia.  Attenuating arbitration accidence ambiance acoustics.  Diction's enunciation execrating eventuation evocative expletives.  Reconnaissance reconnoiter rectilinear recrimination.  Incessant barratry Bailiff's rake-ness rails.  Détente, demarcate delirious destitute demiurge.  Diabolically maniacal dementia brusque macabre abrupt, annex annul's edifice ******** Spiritual apercu pneuma's palatial estates!!!!
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Oct 10, 2022
Oct 10, 2022 at 3:16 PM UTC
Catatonic Phonics
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands. Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go. Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand. The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still. I asked her why, and she told me such a lie. Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of. No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause. And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door... So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands. I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin, There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finished. My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away. I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing on the shore. There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap. But would she care, would she hold me to her ***** Would she cry my name, try to pull me back. Then should our love rekindle in the way it was. I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death... Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl. And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze. I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love. And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt.. Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow. The sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love. We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our town. We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown. Somehow I feel I should know her, but there, it's gone just like that frown....
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
Change.
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands. Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go. Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand. The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still. I asked her why, and she told me such a lie. Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of. No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause. And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door... So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands. I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin, There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finished. My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away. I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing on the shore. There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap. But would she care, would she hold me to her ***** Would she cry my name, try to pull me back. Then should our love rekindle in the way it was. I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death... Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl. And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze. I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love. And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt.. Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow. The sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love. We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our town. We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown. Somehow I feel I should know her, but there, it's gone just like that frown....
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A gristly morning dawns Ripe with the taste of rotten copper splashed across my tongue I can feel pressure under my nail beds from dirt crescent moons that linger Wild wind swept dreams pull my pounding heart back away from the edge of no where Ghosts move in and out, sullenly through the mist Panting, running, screaming, ripping ,tearing Blood. I am what the darkness fears. Whispered curses, the old days filled with mystery and magick Spark a desire for the shadows of night Consume me Skin so tight. Joints pop and grow with holy white faces turning swollen, full Devour the light. Over and through I am twisted and bent until with a groaning stretch I am no more
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Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC
Wild
With the knowledge of celebration I gaze into night skies Slipping into a vast black nothingness But there are no stars which sparkle in me As I wonder how a life Which began so centered And carried such conviction Sailing towards success and freedom Finds itself scattered  like drift wood Across many shores Deep inside my being lives A brave young Knight , on a quest As he strides with purpose Of to slay the Red Dragon That hoards boundless wealth Back on the outside I puff in displeasure   As i guess its a masked ball for me As I placing a smile on my gristly face And wear my orange chorus party coat The young Knight reaches the Great Red Dragon's kingdom And finds him  deep in his lair With beautiful bright  red scales that glitter As he restlessly guards  his huge  treasure Back at the party I force my demeanor But like a iron breast plate my heart Weighs heavy underneath my Orange chorus coat As I am split in two In the lair the dragon breaths out A both tantalizing and ferocious firey focus Warning the Knight well away As the dragon holds on and holds on As he knows the world seeks  his treasure But deep down ,  he is divided as an Imprisoned part  longs for the sky And to stretch his wings Back at the party I am an onlooker Feeling numb and divided as Though my past had placed One of my feet in the grave At the lair the Dragon remains Torn between his treasure and the sky But in a moment of madness He takes flight leaving his treasure behind At the party i accidentally catch a young ladies eye And for a moment my stone heart is pliable like butter As I feel a new relaxed rigor in my stride The dragon looks down and see's his treasure disappear And feels naked like they were ripping his cloths away But carries on flying high searching the sky Back at the party , I am totally let go As my heavy heart drops away And I dissolve into my ORANGE CHORUS COAT I become the very essence of party I feel light as through the wind blew   Through me and I am lifted Sparkling wine and stars shine Sailing through the skies the RED DRAGON returns to his castle To find an amazing  surprise As all the people through out the land Now worship him and have put on a Celebration and  great feast in his honor And all promise to forever share their bounty And bring many gifts to the GREAT RED DRAGON   Back at the party I gain a new lease of life As though I had gained great  red wings As I feel the space of my inner being fly
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
RED DRAGON CELEBRATION
With the knowledge of celebration I gaze into night skies Slipping into a vast black nothingness But there are no stars which sparkle in me As I wonder how a life Which began so centered And carried such conviction Sailing towards success and freedom Finds itself scattered  like drift wood Across many shores Deep inside my being lives A brave young Knight , on a quest As he strides with purpose Of to slay the Red Dragon That hoards boundless wealth Back on the outside I puff in displeasure   As i guess its a masked ball for me As I placing a smile on my gristly face And wear my orange chorus party coat The young Knight reaches the Great Red Dragon's kingdom And finds him  deep in his lair With beautiful bright  red scales that glitter As he restlessly guards  his huge  treasure Back at the party I force my demeanor But like a iron breast plate my heart Weighs heavy underneath my Orange chorus coat As I am split in two In the lair the dragon breaths out A both tantalizing and ferocious firey focus Warning the Knight well away As the dragon holds on and holds on As he knows the world seeks  his treasure But deep down ,  he is divided as an Imprisoned part  longs for the sky And to stretch his wings Back at the party I am an onlooker Feeling numb and divided as Though my past had placed One of my feet in the grave At the lair the Dragon remains Torn between his treasure and the sky But in a moment of madness He takes flight leaving his treasure behind At the party i accidentally catch a young ladies eye And for a moment my stone heart is pliable like butter As I feel a new relaxed rigor in my stride The dragon looks down and see's his treasure disappear And feels naked like they were ripping his cloths away But carries on flying high searching the sky Back at the party , I am totally let go As my heavy heart drops away And I dissolve into my ORANGE CHORUS COAT I become the very essence of party I feel light as through the wind blew   Through me and I am lifted Sparkling wine and stars shine Sailing through the skies the RED DRAGON returns to his castle To find an amazing  surprise As all the people through out the land Now worship him and have put on a Celebration and  great feast in his honor And all promise to forever share their bounty And bring many gifts to the GREAT RED DRAGON   Back at the party I gain a new lease of life As though I had gained great  red wings As I feel the space of my inner being fly
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Cranky from the lack of sleep, I twist my fin into a knot of agony Swoosh!! The-...     An-... Aw, the **** with it... Lately I’ve been thinking that all men are cremated equally crisp. But my next door neighbor still smolders darkly in his backyard grill pit, his dogs frantic in their drooling lust to lick his charred flanks. Dear grieving widow – would you honor me by dropping in for a cup of tea? She wails and moans, her pelvis slack and canted downwards. It will be a chore to get her to loosen up enough to hurl a **** heavenwards. The specifics of our last conversation escape me. But I do remember calling you an angelic **** with the personality of a rabid piranha. You responded, with a dreamy smile, “But, my dear Rudolf! I do select my prey by their spread and heft! After all, I just love to hear that gristly pop when they open up for my sanguine delectation...” Aurora, CO – May 1995 Derek Bascombe
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
A Dark Feast
Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
Transpicuous
I wonder sometimes If you really know How much I hurt when you push away It's not your fault That you get scared Your rotten past Has decayed your trust Eating away at your optimism Leaving only gristly fear And love I still see the love shine in your eyes When you think I'm not looking And the fear Sad and caring Like a whipped dog Hoping for the best but expecting the worst The pain almost tangible You shed not a tear I will cry in your place When you finally push all the way
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
I wonder
What must it be like to fully exist? To take shelter fully under one roof and not be left a page torn in two One secured by love and hearth the other too gristly printed cast to rainy dew and soaked to bone I should never know. -I Am Only Half
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
I Am Only Half
I loathe shucking clothes, (no matter eyes severely myopic) in preparation for here goes another warm shower quickly relaxing this senescent body ready to doze soon after lathering this blubbery body most unwanted fat grows on me, no matter healthy diet of worms, or how I stand, not so easy add a pose zing losing battle – Mary Jo's if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering particularly quiverly, sans white "WALL" tire tread fully goes steely belted around lower abdominal area like lava floes siring unsightly expose yore squishy Jew dish priestly punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly... pillow like marshmallows fittingly, rotundly soundly identical with other schlep tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos, this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee bemoaning, how ilk readily knows, where unwanted bulky flab... most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige, know bull eats obese, anorexia nervosa or chance barking out orders reminiscent, when he hapt tubby a caller at weekly square and/or contra dance, now requisitioned to insulate and excessively enhance body electric can be mushed into likeness of fleshy France or repurposed into expanse resembling any country, whose name Kants be easily pronounced, and historical events glommed together recognizable as Ataturk with a lance bequeathed to rule World advance sing gluttony as his divine providence, thus requires deep dish allegiance (non - fiber - binding contract) for eats and make decadent every fleshpot gourmand stretching cellular skein to capacitance bestowing guaranteed deliverance with their rolling ballooning massive circumference into orbit with Earthly moon officiant eternal fondue irrelevance!
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
A Former Slender Man Deplores Weight Gain
I loathe shucking clothes, (no matter eyes severely myopic) in preparation for here goes another warm shower quickly relaxing this senescent body ready to doze soon after lathering this blubbery body most unwanted fat grows on me, no matter healthy diet of worms, or how I stand, not so easy add a pose zing losing battle – Mary Jo's if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering particularly quiverly, sans white "WALL" tire tread fully goes steely belted around lower abdominal area like lava floes siring unsightly expose yore squishy Jew dish priestly punchy,plasma paunchy, gristly... pillow like marshmallows fittingly, rotundly soundly identical with other schlep tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos, this lap ****** lard (lord) Who Lee bemoaning, how ilk readily knows, where unwanted bulky flab... most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige, know bull eats obese, anorexia nervosa or chance barking out orders reminiscent, when he hapt tubby a caller at weekly square and/or contra dance, now requisitioned to insulate and excessively enhance body electric can be mushed into likeness of fleshy France or repurposed into expanse resembling any country, whose name Kants be easily pronounced, and historical events glommed together recognizable as Ataturk with a lance bequeathed to rule World advance sing gluttony as his divine providence, thus requires deep dish allegiance (non - fiber - binding contract) for eats and make decadent every fleshpot gourmand stretching cellular skein to capacitance bestowing guaranteed deliverance with their rolling ballooning massive circumference into orbit with Earthly moon officiant eternal fondue irrelevance!
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